The Chase

This is the first episode in the Elements series. Hope you enjoy it!

Airpaw
I watched as Darkfoot prowled round the clearing.

It was empty. Apart from us.

I felt empty.

'So, Airpaw,' he was saying. 'You do it like this. You crouch.' He dropped down so close thta his belly fur only just touched the yellow grass. 'And stalk silently towards you prey.' He crept forward so quietly I could've heard Waterpaw's stomach back at camp. I sighed inwardly, and let the heat bake me to my sandy death.

It had been like this for several moons: no rain, only sun, sun and more sun. It was a fierce yellow ball of warmth. There hadn't been a storm either. Inside my head, I laughed. We were StormClan, not SummerClan. My lovely, long white fur was roasting me inside, I thought I might pass out and have to go and see Poolwhisker, the medicine cat.

'Airpaw? Are you listening?'

It was Darkfoot. As well as being my mentor, he was also my father. I was an only kit, and born on the night of a blue moon. What that meant, I don't know, but I was supposedly part of a prophecy. Whatever, I thought to myself. ''Who cares about a silly old omen? ''

I jumped when I noticed that my father was staring intently at my, gazing way too deeply into my green eyes. He pushed me too hard; I was tired from all my training. For some reason, being born on some stupid blue moon meant a lot to him. I licked my dusty white pelt. 'What?'

'I asked where should I put my tail whilst hunting.' he repeated.

'Oh.'

'Are you alright?' he asked. 'We don't want unwell cats! Especially you.' he added.

'Sorry,' I said. 'I don't feel all that well.'

'Maybe its the heat.'

'Yeah,' I muttered. 'Something like that.'

'Let's take you back to camp,' Darkfoot suggested.

I willingly obliged, happy to be in the shelter of the trees.