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Hurry up, Alder Clear Sky pounded down the slope. He leaped the ditch at the bottom and, landing smoothly, glanced over his shoulder. Birch was galloping toward him, his small paws sending leaf litter flying. Alder raced behind, half-running, half-slithering down the slope, no bigger than a baby rabbit. She looked more like prey than a hunter. She has to grow up sometime. Clear Sky pushed on, climbing the rise beyond, pleasure pulsing beneath his fur. Petal had begged him not to take the kits out to train. Worry-worm He had told her that, in the mountains, kits were fighting snowstorms by the time they were two moons old. He couldnt let the forest make his cats soft. Birch Help A small thud made Clear Sky turn. Alder had disappeared. Birch was leaning into the ditch, tugging something. With a grunt, he heaved his littermate out by her scruff and let go. Are you okay Alder scrambled to her paws and shook out her short, fluffy fur. Im fine. Hurry up, you two Clear Sky rolled his eyes. Were they going to fall into every ditch between here and the big beech tree Can we go slower Birch called up the slope. Is that possible Slow cats get caught Clear Sky called back. He wasnt going to indulge them. Theyd have to toughen up. He turned and ran. He was hardly out of breath by the time he reached the big beech. It towered above the other trees in this part of the forest. He stopped at its thick roots and waited for the kits to catch up. Above him, birds twittered in the bright green canopy. Beyond, sunlight glimmered. Clear Sky pricked his ears impatiently. At last he heard small paws thrumming over the dry earth. A moment later, Birch and Alder hurtled from a clump of ferns and began scrambling up the slope toward him. Their pelts were slick against their bodies, scraped flat by ferns and brambles, their ears pressed to their head. We made it Birch stumbled, puffing, to a halt in front of Clear Sky. Alder stopped a tail-length behind, her flanks heaving. You took your time. We couldnt run any faster, Alder panted. Our legs arent as long as yours, Birch pointed out. But youre not carrying much weight, Clear Sky countered. He padded around the kits as they struggled to get their breath back. Not yet, anyway. Was he being too hard on them If you keep training, one day you might be as strong as me. Or stronger Birch stared at him, eyes bright. Clear Sky grunted. I doubt it. He stopped and lifted his gaze. The warm season had wrapped the forest in a green haze. He flicked Birchs spine with his tail-tip. Wait here. By himself Alder nosed past her brother. Of course Clear Sky thrust his muzzle close to hers, stifling a purr of amusement as she leaped back in surprise. Youre coming with me. Were going to play hide-and-seek. Alder blinked. Hide-and-seek Birch frowned. I thought you were going to teach us fighting skills. You think seeking isnt a fighting skill Clear Sky dropped his mew to a whisper. One day your enemies will hide when they hear you coming. Youll need to know how to find them. Alders eyes grew round. Are we going to hide while Birch waits here Youre a smart young kit. Clear Sky lifted his nose to point at the sun where it dazzled through the branches. Birch. With a jerk of his muzzle, he motioned the young tom kit to follow his gaze. When the sun has lifted to the next branch, come and look for us. Birch drew himself up. Okay. Come on, Alder. Clear Sky bounded down the slope. Lets find somewhere hell never think of looking. Do you already know somewhere Her paws pattered over the leaves. Hush We mustnt give him clues. He slowed his pace. Shed need some energy left for the next part of the training session. He crossed a dry streambed, followed a swath of brambles, and headed into a dip crowded with ferns. Climbing out the other side, he zigzagged among the trees until he reached a ridge. A clearing lay beyond. Hed picked it out the day before for training. The ground was clear; the slender birch trees that encircled it were widely spaced. Theres nowhere to hide here Alder caught him up and stared around the bare clearing. Why didnt we stop in the ferns Pick a tree, and crouch behind it, Clear Sky ordered. When Birch comes, youll need space to attack him. Alder blinked at him. Attack him I thought we were playing hide-and-seek. Were training, remember Why is she arguing I t do it. Alder dug her paws into the crumbly earth. You didnt warn Birch. He needs to learn Clear Sky snapped, swallog back an angry hiss. Its not fair. Alder stared with round eyes. He t be ready for it. Was she trembling It feels wrong. Shes brave. He couldnt help feeling a prick of admiration for the kit. It took courage to argue with her leader. But she had a lot of grog up to do. I know your instinct tells you that cats stalk their enemy, that they dont hide and jump out at them. But times are changing. We must learn to outgrow instincts that dont help us anymore. He padded around her. In battles, it t always be the strongest cats with the sharpest claws who survive. Alder glanced down at her small paws. Clear Sky went on. The smartest cats with the fastest moves will have the best chance at victory. Your instincts might tell you that these tactics arent honorable. But, if theres one thing Ive learned since I came down from the mountains, honor means nothing to the dead. He stopped and leaned closer. We must stay ahead of our enemies.
     
     

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