If You Only Knew [ghostie//swifty]

['| Daeyna]

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/2jdj19u.png] She'd been wandering again. This time she'd wandered Fernwhisper smiled and chuckled to herself. Last time she'd wandered around, she'd gotten super close to telling Badgerthorn how much she loved him. She still couldn't bring herself to do it. The last thought made her chuckle once more. She could do everything else, but not tell her best friend her feelings. How ironic. She sighed and finally looked up from the ground. With a sniff, she realizeed how close to the twoleg place she was. She could hear distant barking. Those dumb twolegs were letting their loud, obnoxious beasts outside more now. She'd have to be more careful around this area for a while. Dogs were dangerous. Fernwhisper sighed quietly and turned away from the twoleg place. She heard the barking again and dismissed it. The twolegs needed to get that stupid dog back into their nest. She looked into the water. It was moving steadily along, the surface rippling when a fish passed close by. The gray she-cat lifted her paw and looked at it. She was thinking about the conversation she'd had a while ago with Badgerthorn. Really, how hard could fishing be anyways? She bent over and stuck her paw out over the water. The second she saw a flash of silver, Fernwhisper plunged her paw into the water. A loud splash and droplets of water all over her face and chest were all she got out of that one. She shook her paw off and concentrated yet again. Another flash of silver caught her eye and she batted for it. Yet again, the she-cat's paw came out empty. She growled in frustration. What a stupid idea, anyways! Fishing. Seriously, what was she thinking? Boulderclan didn't fish. She didn't know why Badgerthorn had suggested it in the first place. How did he think they were going to learn to fish? Ask Brookclan? Thinking of Badgerthorn made her growl again. She blamed herself for the situation she was in. If she'd been more careful, she wouldn't have fallen for him. She could have already had- A low growl made her freeze where she was. Fernwhisper opened her mouth to scent, but the wind was blowing towards her face. The growl had come from behind her. As slowly as she possibly could, Fernwhisper turned her head. A long muzzle ringed with razor-sharp teeth met her eyes. She could smell it now. The disgusting, sour smell of dog. The creature was at least two and a half times her size. It would take at least two or three full grown warriors to take it down easily. Adrenaline rushed through her body, and she was sure the dog could hear her heart pounding in her chest. What should she do? Run? No. It's legs were too long, it'd catch up to her too quickly. Besides, she'd have to run past it and around the stream to get back to camp for help. The only logical conclusion the she-cat could come up with was fight it. It was her only option. The dog must have realized her choice, for it let out a low growl of warning. Without hesitating, Fernwhisper interrupted the growl with a fierce screech. She launched herself at the dog, soaring over it's head and onto it's neck. She continued to make as much noise as possible in the hopes that another would hear. 'Oh, Starclan, please let someone hear and help me!' she prayed silently before biting into the fur on the dog's brown neck. 581 words | pretty good muse. =) | badgerthorn && browntail

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[atrb=background,http://i958.photobucket.com/albums/ae64/Byonten/Browntail_Main.png] It had been a perfect day of hunting. Browntail had caught two mice, a snake, a bat, and she wasn't even done yet. There she sat, just passed the mouth to the Darkened Cave with that bat at her paws. As dead as a bat could seem. A ray of sunshine bounced off of her back, causing her brown and amber colors to morph into several shades of gold and orange. Her tail swept itself across the dusty, moist cave floor as the scent of water filled her nose. The Shallow Creek wasn't far off; that's probably where the scent was coming from. But then her left ear flickered at the unmistakable sound of a dog barking. The twolegs were letting their dogs out more often now that new-leaf had arrived, so Browntail paid little mind to it at the time. She would just need to remain on guard is all. "Dogs are such mouse brains." Browntail lifted her freshly killed bat off the ground by the wing, and quickly trotted out into the sunlight with it. She wanted to protect her prey from any dog that would happen to come by. Despite this being the season when the Clans usually thrived, it also held one downfall. The twolegs liked to let their dogs roam free in the warmer weather, for StarClan knows what reason. If it were her, she'd just run away if a twoleg let her roam free; but the dogs always seemed to return to their master. "Like I said, mouse brains," she spat as she quickly dug a hole just outside of the cave. She plopped the bat inside, and buried it with grace and a lash of her tail. Suddenly a yowling screech filled the air, causing Browntail to stop in her tracks with her ears perked up, looking right in the direction that the scream came from. She took a couple of steps forward, but never took her eye off of the Shallow Creek in the distance. Her heart began to pound when she heard even more bloodcurdling, and... What? Those other growls didn't belong to any cat. That was when a story quickly formed in her head, of a dog and a cat fighting. And not just any cat, either. Browntail could faintly recognize that familiar yowl. What should I do? Get help? she slowly began to panic., her regular breathing quickly turning fast and shallow. Soon, Browntail chose to bolt towards the creek, and to where the noises were coming from. Everything seemed to slow down, even her breaths sounded echoed. Just as she thought, the cat who came into view was Fernwhisper, her brother's best friend. It was hard to tell among the tussle of gray and brown fur, but she just knew it. "Fernwhisper! Just run!" she yowled, launching herself at the dog. What was she even thinking? No cat could chase a dog off, especially not one of such huge size. It would take a lot more than just the two of them anyway, so the least Browntail could do was buy some time for Fernwhisper to get away without leading the dog right to camp. WORD COUNT: 524 COMMENTS: Sorry for the wait! MUSE: Pretty good.