Stitch

CHAPTER 8 HONEY                               Honey and River-Flow padded around the clearing. It was Flows idea to look around in the tunnel. Witch happened to lead out to one of the forest clearings were the beginners battle training was held. Honey still thought it was hopeless and she’d never find her friend, what if she never figured out what happened to her! Honey and Flow didn’t talk to each other at all, They just walked around searching bushels and ferns, behind rocks and large boulders. “wait, aren’t cubs restricted from going into the forest?” Honey asked. “We are?” Flow said, digging through a furn. “You don’t know? A hunting party got attacked by a Diamond-Destiny dragonet, two fighters and a cub went missing. Palm-Tail got knocked unconscious and Leaf had to carry him all the way back.” Flow didn’t answer, she just froze like a statue, “what is it?” Honey asked her. “I might have found something, not necessarily about Bark-Fur though…” Honey padded over to her whe

CHAPTER 7 FEATHER                                 “why are you so fidgety?” Feather asked Rock, as they ate their lunch. “oh, I don’t know!” “Maybe its because he went on a date with his mate” Flint said, joining them with with a rabbit in her mouth. “she’s not my mate!” Rock spat, but his expression said otherwise “and it wasn’t a date either! We where just playing with each other” then he padded to his sister, Star, and left his meat at his talons before sitting. “OK. Mr. grumpy feathers! But if you ask me, I think they would make a great couple” Flint said, then ripped off a chunk of her rabbit, spilling blood on her talons. “so. We haven’t talked since ya’know when” Flint added after swallowing her beak full of meat, Feather was hoping she wouldn’t mention her ‘the dragons are kidnapping cubs’ theory. He was hoping that wasn’t the case… But he couldn’t help but think she might be right. “isn’t there anything else to talk about...” Feather asked, hoping that it would change th

CHAPTER 6 RIVER-FLOW                 Flow happily dragged herself down, deeper into the lake, letting the coldness wash over her soggy fur and feathers. She made twists and turns, up and down, left and right. She had a gift, as though she could breath under water, she could stay under it as long as she liked. But no one would understand this gift, not even her brother. Only one cub new about it, her sister Star-Fighter figured it out herself when she watched Flow play in the river when they where little. ‘Don’t let anyone know about this gift,’ she would say, ‘not even Rock-Slinger.’                 Flow got her name from how much she loved the water, not from her looks. She has a light grey pelt with pink diamond shapes on her hind legs, talon fluff, and pink stripes and circles on her tail. She also has a grayish green tail tip and a pink strip next to her eyes, a mane the same color as her pelt, and a fluffy tuft of fur on her head like bangs.                 Flow started to