Night had fallen. Plumpaw sneaked into the hole. He saw that Softpaw had decorated. A big moss bed was in the corner. He put flowers around the holes that went around the camp. He put some reeds and flowers where he came in. Some reeds were by his entrance. It was beautiful. Fireflies came in and out of the sky-hole. "Hi!" Softpaw's soft curly fur brush by his long pelt. "Hey," Plumpaw nuzzled his nose. "I barley got to see you todayyy!" They walked over to the nest. "I know!" Softpaw snuggled close to him. "I think Birdsong is onto us!" Plumpaw rested his head on his paws. They started talking but then see Plumpaw's reeds and flowers rustle. "Go! Go!" Plumpaw whispered to Softpaw. Foxflame and Birdsong poked their heads out of the hole. They stepped in and they looked like they would rip his throat out. "Softpaw! Come out!" Birdsong growled. Softpaw had his ears down. Not because he was embarrassed, but because e was mad. "You? Here? Wow, not surprised." Softpaw unsheathed his claws. "Softpaw, no. It's not what you think." Birdsong crouched
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FanfictionPlumkit was a young kit when his faimly abandoned him. His sisters still loved him so they took care of him. His sister, Petalleap, nursed him because when she had kits her mother had another litter. His only other brother, Leafkit, was starved beca...
