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FireClan story part 3Amberkit padded behind her mother, the clearings high walls stretching above her head. "Why am I the one with the flea bite!? I groom the most by far!" Amberkit complained dodging a spiny bramble branch that trailed on the ground. "It was probably from when you went to see the elders." Littlenose answered the little kit turning into the bramble tunnel. Soon the Medicine cats den came into view, half hidden by the pouring rain. Looming before her Amberkit saw three massive logs stacked on top of each other, some supported by large boulders, others merely by the lichen and brambles hat fastened them there.
"Hello there!" Aquatail greeted her silver blue tail glinting in the half light. Dustfeather, padded up beside his mentor, clearly ruffled by the rain. Amberkit dipped her head to the medicine cat apprentice, remembering he manors. "Little Amberkit got a flea bite from visiting the elders and needs something on it to make her stop fidgeting." Littlenose explained, shaking a
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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