The Cat of ShadowClan [open]

Hopkit looks around. He feels the mud around his feet. The feeling of mud is unpleasant but it comes to his advantage as even the lightest mice can make sounds of mud and stepping on mud. He had to be aware of everything, not just for prey but predators and worst of all warriors. Hopkit shouldn't even be here in the ShadowClan Territory as if he is found he would be in as much trouble as a bird who can't fly.

He hears movement in the mush and mud but it was way to loud to be a mouse. Hopkit had ran from that area but it seems whatever it is that he saw is following him.

"Hopkit?" The she-cat whispered as she caught a glimpse of his fur as she ran by, about fifty yards away. She saw the little figure run off, but she chased after him. "Is that you or a really big rat?" Frostwhisper purred amusingly. She was slower than usual, and maybe it had to do with the fact of her slightly bulging belly which was hidden under her long white fur...

Hopkit ran. He turned to see who it was. It was Frostwhisper yet she was a bit slower than her usual self. Hopkit could't do anything but run. He couldn't hide nor camouflage himself. The best he could do was at least sound like a rat.

She gave up on running and stopped. "Hopkit, come over here or else I will tell Thrushstar! If you just come over here, then you can tell me what you are doing and you won't get into trouble!" Okay, that might've been a little lie, but she needed to get this kit safely back to camp. Frostwhsiper was sure that his mom would be worried about him. She knew she would if Hopkit was her kit. But Hopkit wasn't her kit, because Frostwhisper was going to have kits of her own, which nobody knew about.

Hopkit stopped. He looked back, smirking.

"You think that i'm scared of that old weasel. I will come back, only because there is no mice around anyway to hunt."

He started to come towards Frostwhisper and had noticed something a bit different. He heard rustling in the bush. A squeak coming from behind him.

"Finally!"