Swift Clan : the Two

Jaguarpelt sighed. It was two moons after Goldenfur appeared. Suddenly the camp was turned from peaceful to trouble. “Kitty-cat! Mouser!” Goldenfur squealed. Jaguarpelt, hearing unknown names, raced from her den, and was surprised and angry to see two toms talking to Goldenfur. “My new name is Goldenfur…” she was telling them. Jaguarpelt growled. Intruders were not meant to walk into camp, especially toms. Hissing and spitting, she drew closer to them. Ravenpaw appeared behind her, and whispered, “Don’t tear them to pieces, just nail them down on to their backs.” He peered at her, and she nodded respectfully. She tensed, ready to pounce. Suddenly flinging herself into the air, she landed on a pitch-black tom. The surprised cat yowled and swiped at Jaguarpelt’s ear. Barely missing it, he crashed on to the ground. Jaguarpelt swung around and shook him off. He growled. They drew back for a second, hissing and spitting, then Jaguarpelt launched herself on to his stomach. She had him pinned down. He yowled. She peered into his eyes, and, although she saw a burning fire, there was no hatred, only defeat. She looked over her shoulder and was relieved to see Quickstar stomping up to them, openly angry about the intruders. Jaguarpelt mewed angrily, “These two toms were chatting with Goldenfur!” Quickstar turned his gaze on to Goldenfur, his eyes curious. “Who might these cats be?” He mewed impatiently. “Well,” Goldenfur timidly mewed, glancing at Jaguarpelt, “One is my brother, the other… my mate.” Jaguarpelt was confused. Goldenfur hadn’t talked about a mate before. Quickstar mewed, softly this time, with a fond edge on his voice, “Release them, but don’t let them escape the camp.” The two toms wavered, then straightened as Quickpaw meowed, “What are your names?” The pitch-black cat glanced at me, and with a snort mewed, “Mouser.” “He’s my mate,” Goldenfur mewed hastily. “And yours?” Quickstar turned to face the white cat. He lowered his head, and mewed softly, “Kitty-cat.” Quickstar, regaining his rightful position, ordered, “For now, stay in the Elder’s den. Later I will decide what to do.”