As I heard Lightningstruck's news, I don't exactly know how to feel. It was weird how the two tribes wanted war with each other, yet they both wanted only the StormClaws as allies. Both of the annoucers for each tribe seemed to have a different personality overnight, and claimed to have seen someone powerful who told them this. All four of us mulled over this, until Moonbeam broke the silence.
"Snowstorm and I better get going, otherwise someone might catch us here. We will have  disscussion on what to do, and bring food, after training." Moonbeam and Snowstorm left without a word, but Moonbeam quickly washed away our scent with frreezing rain before leaving. I moved over so that Lightningstruck could duck into the small hideout den. I do not know to be happy because I had a talking companion or sad Lightningstruck had to be on the run like I was from my own tribe.
A scrawny mouse had the stupidity to walk into the small den after a few minutes of silence between Lightningstruck and I. He was still kind of shocked as I was when I had to flee. I quickly pierced the mouse with a claw. I looked over at Lightningstruck to see if he wanted any. Then I realized that he was fast asleep.That was why he was silent.
I slowly heated up my claws. I pushed my claws deep into the mouse and lay silent for awhile. Once I was sure the mouse was cooked to my liking, I pulled my claws out. The mouse was smoking. I cut the mouse in half. I lay on top of one of the halves to keep it warm with my heated pelt for Lightningstruck. I hope he likes cooked mouse. The other tribes do not know what they are missing. I dug my teeth into the other half. I savored every bite.
After what felt like centuries, Lightningstruck awoke. I pointed at the lightly browned mouse half.
Lightningstruck slowly stared at it. "What is that?" He asked in disgust.
"Cooked mouse" I answered, amused.
Lightningstruck started to say no, then heard his stomach rumble and thought better of it. " 'Cooked' means like coooked or roasted catnip over a small fire, right?"
"Yep. You cats do not know what you are missing." Lightningstruck then ravenously devoured the mouse.
"Okay, since I tried the InfernoClaw's way of making mice disgusting, I will show you how PulseClaws eat prey." Lightningstruck said, washing away the taste of the of the mouse in a small pool of water which Moonbeam had created to allow clean drinking water.
"That mouse was purrfectly fine," I argued. "It might take awhile for Moonbeam to return," I added.
"What was the light grey she-cat called?" Lightningsstruck asked.
"Snowstorm."
Then the den was completely quiet. I slowly drifted off to sleep, lost in thought.