Talking

[Firestorm]

Firestorm sat were the trees grew, he felt small compared to them.Though he was amaziling tall, taller than Jetstar.But that didn't change a thing.The other warriors brought their apprentices here to train to be warriors just like them.Oh how he wish he could have an apprentice but being mute he couldn't teach.

[Jet$tar]

Jetstar padded up beside Firestorm, the scent of fresh kill clung to him because he had just burried a mouse. '' Would you like to hunt with me? '' he asked the mute tom. Firestorm was one of the few cats close to Jetstar, one of the few the tabby tom would consider a friend. He would have made Firestrom deputy if he would have been able to talk... The tom was a great fighter though and perhaps his life was best spent as a loyal warrior.

[Firestorm]

Firestorm turned to him, one of his bet-na, his only and probally best freind.He shook his head and got up.He stalked around and spotted a small bird, and licked his mouth hungrly.He could remeber the last time he ate.He pounceed at it quickly crushing its bone then niped its neck.He buried it and started to clean himself.

[Jet$tar]

Jetstar was about to congradulate Firestorm on his catch but the scent of squirrel glued his mouth shut. He followed the scent a few tail lengths from where he was standing. He said the bushy tail scamper up a tree before he could even lower himself to a crouch. '' Mouse-dung! '' Jetstar cursed angrily. Climbing wasn'y his forte, he would let this squirrel go.