Chapitre 18: BFJ
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
One week of peace passed. My clan was now functioning relatively well. And no one knew that I lived off of plants, since it was another unspoken rule of the universe for cats to eat mice/rabbits/squirrels/fish, and here I was, openly defying those laws. Still, I think the other cats would faint if they saw me eating a root right now, so I made sure to always eat alone.
One problem, though. The humans were looking for the escapees - probably because, if anyone got blood samples of them, they would find the medicine that had been injected, and then it would be over. As I chewed thoughtfully on a root, it was decided. Of course, no one would be able to stop the clan if they found the spring, but there was also one thing for sure - I had searched all over for that stupid duck pond while I was a ghost, but had never found it. Windclan! Thunderclan! Shadowclan! Riverclan! None were safe, but still no spring.
I knew it was near a cave that was brimming with exotic plants - and the pond was a deep black. Also, the area around the pond was very slippery. But that was way too vague.
Sighing, I got up. No more root to chew. time to go, I guess. Walking down the now familiar trail, away from the bush I had been crouching underneath. In the past week, I had also dug up so many roots to eat that the bush now had multiple chunks, holes, and craters of soil missing. Sorry, bush, but survival of the fittest.
then, I heard a scream.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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