Post by froststream on Nov 12, 2009 16:01:17 GMT -6
Maplepaw sat near the enterance of the den, grooming out all the sticky leaves and brambles from her short fur. Good thing it was short because, otherwise, she'd have a lot of trouble grooming. She had watched Mousepaw be questioned about tonight, and Maplepaw felt a tinglein her throat. She could see guilt behind Mousepaw's beautiful eyes. But, then again, she had always been good at deciphering characters.
As Mousepaw came to the den, Maplepaw felt like asking a million questions to her friend, but did not. Instead, she asked the only one question that would really define the situation. THe scents of fox dung reached Maplepaw's nose, and she covered her wince. Mousepaw had been awfully nice when she was sprayed by a skunk moons ago. The least she could do was not embarass her. But, how could Mousepaw had tumbled right into fox dung? I mean, you could smell fox dung across camp, and even more in the moors. How could swift Mousepaw have fallen like that? The heavy scent blocked mostly everything else. She smelled a strange, sharp scent... Hay? Wheat? She wasn't sure. Only little Maplepaw's sharp nose could tell that.
"Where were you?" she asked finally. She asked it gently but firmly. Then she added, "And don't give me the exploring excuse, Mousepaw. I know you better than that. And, the fox dung? Really?" She sighed. She thought they were close enough friends for Mousepaw to tell her the truth. They had grown up together, for StarClan's sake! From kittenhood to apprenticeship, they had been together.
Finally, she thought she had gathered enough information. The midnight sneaking out... That was probably true. Mousepaw loved exploring. But, the hay? Foxdung? It was more than a coincidence. SHe had snuck out, gone somewhere then covered the scent. But she wouldn't get in trouble for wheat or hay! The moors were full of the golden herbs. Only fox dung was heavy enough to completely conceal the scent of... What? Another cat.
Meekly, Maplepaw whispered, "Who is he?"
As Mousepaw came to the den, Maplepaw felt like asking a million questions to her friend, but did not. Instead, she asked the only one question that would really define the situation. THe scents of fox dung reached Maplepaw's nose, and she covered her wince. Mousepaw had been awfully nice when she was sprayed by a skunk moons ago. The least she could do was not embarass her. But, how could Mousepaw had tumbled right into fox dung? I mean, you could smell fox dung across camp, and even more in the moors. How could swift Mousepaw have fallen like that? The heavy scent blocked mostly everything else. She smelled a strange, sharp scent... Hay? Wheat? She wasn't sure. Only little Maplepaw's sharp nose could tell that.
"Where were you?" she asked finally. She asked it gently but firmly. Then she added, "And don't give me the exploring excuse, Mousepaw. I know you better than that. And, the fox dung? Really?" She sighed. She thought they were close enough friends for Mousepaw to tell her the truth. They had grown up together, for StarClan's sake! From kittenhood to apprenticeship, they had been together.
Finally, she thought she had gathered enough information. The midnight sneaking out... That was probably true. Mousepaw loved exploring. But, the hay? Foxdung? It was more than a coincidence. SHe had snuck out, gone somewhere then covered the scent. But she wouldn't get in trouble for wheat or hay! The moors were full of the golden herbs. Only fox dung was heavy enough to completely conceal the scent of... What? Another cat.
Meekly, Maplepaw whispered, "Who is he?"