Another New Begining

Flowerpaw nodded, clearly intrigued.

"Now, grab as much as you can. We need to go out for more catmint too." She meowed, pulling the herbs forcefully out of the ground and waiting for Flowerpaw.

Flowerpaw soon had a whole mouthfull and followed Leafpelt.

Leafpelt dropped the herbs in her den and walked out of camp, waiting for Flowerpaw at the camp entrance.

Flowerpaw dropped the herbs in their spot.

Leafpelt padded the familiar path towards twoleg place, remembering the scents from when she was young. She heard the familiar yowl of a tom in distress and bowled towards the fence and saw a familiar light brown tom with darker brown stripes. She hurtled herself into the much larger black pursuer and send him flying away and into the fence, killing him instantly.

Flowerpaw ran to her mentor's aide.

The fat brown tom looked up in suprise. "Leaf!" He meowed, thrusting himself into Leafpelt's fur happily. "Oh Leaf, dear Leaf. How I have missed you." He purred.

Flowerpaw growled "Her name is Leafpelt now. Fat old tom cat" she spat.

Leafpelt shoved her impatience into the pit of her stomach. "Flowerpaw, this is Bramble. He was my mate before the twoleg's spayed me." She meowed.

Bramble ignored Flowerpaw's harsh tone.

Flowerpaw stared into Bramble's eyes, a growl rose, but she kept it down. Hatred was her specialty.

Bramble looked away and buried his nose into Leafpelt's fur again. "Dear Leafpelt. Thank you for saving me from him." He meowed.

Flowerpaw mouthed his words in a bratty way, very dramatically in fact.

Leafpelt looked extremely annoyed. "How have you been? Have your twolegs been feeding you?" She asked.

Flowerpaw rolled her eyes "No duh" she said quietly.

Leafpelt looked sharply at her apprentice. "I will have you know that Bramble catches his own prey when the twolegs dont feed him. He has eaten more fat off an animal than you can imagine." She said, still keeping her calm.

"Actually no they havent. And if that fatty tom over there hadnt been trying to steal my food you wouldnt have had to attack him." He mewed.

Flowerpaw smirked "I bet he couldn't survive where we're going, A apprentice called Skypaw told me about the IceClan camp"

Leafpelt turned on her apprentice, her amber eyes flaming angrily. "Flowerpaw! Appologise to Bramble now! He is sixteen and he hunts for himself and is much better at herbs than anybody ever was!" She spat.

Flowerpaw looked at Bramble "Sorry, Bramble. I just don't like kittypets very much as you can tell" she said.

NightPaw purred "Ill be right back Honeypaw" he said.

WhiteStar stood on a rock.

BluePaw was out hunting..

Honeypaw nodded and curled up, feeling a sudden pain in her shoulder (LIke I have now -_-.)

Bramble nodded. "It is quite alright. I assure you I am no kittypet. I only take food from the twolegs when needed." He purred, getting up and stretching. "So, where is the camp that is going to be torn up when we leave?" He asked Leafpelt.

Leafpelt grabbed some catmint and handed it to Flowerpaw and Bramble. "First we need Catmint." She said.

Flowerpaw gathered Catmint.

Bramble jumped over the fence and came back with a white she-cat. "This is Snow. She said she would help." He meowed, cramming his mouth with catmint and having Snow cram hers.

Leafpelt crammed her mouth and nodded, padding towards the camp.

Flowerpaw had a mouthfull of catmint.

Spiderpaw narrowed his eyes. He sighed then stared at the sky.

Honeypaw watched as Snow, Leafpelt and Bramle padded into camp, their mouths crammed with catmint.