Moonhigh

Chapter 1
Firepool looked at his mentor and sighed loudly, looking at the berries scattered across the floor of the den. "This is what you use." He said unsurely, picking up a clove of feverfew, not knowing what it was. "For bleeding? To stop it?" He meowed.

Nightshade shook her head. "You use cobwebs to stop bleeding." She said sternly. "Have you been paying attention?" She hissed, her voice echoed through the empty den.

"It's just herbs and boring stuff like that." A chill went down the red tom's spine. "And I'm so hungry!" He meowed angrily. "Haven't eaten since yesterday's sunrise." He muttered. Nightshade gave him an angry look, her eyes piercing angrily.

"We are not leaving until you tell me what this is." She pushed a strong smelling herb with long white roots in front of him.

"Umm..." He narrowed his eyes and looked at it closely. "Wild garlic, isn't it?" He meowed smugly. Nightshade looked at him and nodded slowly.

"You may go eat,"

"Thank you." He bowed and left the den angrily, his thin tail was puffed with anger. He arrived at the fresh kill pile and looked at the plump sparrow stacked on the top. Unsheathing his claws, he jumped into the pile, grabbing the bird. "Another lovely meal, served." He licked his jowls and dug his teeth into the bird's side.