A Planted Bug | Chapter 3

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Chapter 3: {Basil} Scroll down to read. I may remake these later so they're like Chapter 2, but I don't have the time right now. This was a short chapter, and it's not the best, First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/496765211/ Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/498994767/ Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/511411829/ Basil stretches and moans painfully. “That really hurt, Crackersmack.” Cricket tries to look remorseful, but can’t help wagging his long tail joyfully. “I’m sorry....I just missed you.” She shakes herself out, “I know, but you need to learn that you’re growing. I’m not exactly the biggest either, so that doesn’t help things.” He cocks his head, “Are you alright?” Basil blinks, “Well, yes, but—“ “Then there’s nothing to worry about!” Cricket sits down and stares hopefully at the rabbit Basil had brought them. “I’m hungry. Can we eat now?” She scowls at him, but her eyes dance with laughter. “Sure. Let’s eat.” Basil takes the first bite, and then pushes the rest towards him. Cricket looks at her oddly, “Aren’t you going to eat more?” She shakes her head and stands up, “I’m leaving again to catch my own prey. You can eat that while I’m gone, but take it into the den first, okay?” His face falls, but he nods obediently and drags the rabbit’s body into the hollow of the dead tree. Basil waits until he is completely hidden from the outside, before she turns and walks away in a different direction than she had gone the first time. She ducks into the bushes and after walking for a bit, stops, and says in frustration, “Who are you? Why are you stalking me?” An adult female with spiky brown fur comes out of the shadows and sits in front of her. “Hello, Basil. My name is Thistlestrike. I apologize for following you, but I wanted to talk to you,” she responds politely. Basil looks nervously at Thistlestrike, “How do you know my name?” “That’s a fair question. I’m Flashpaw’s mentor, and I was with him when you two met.” She frowns, “Oh...did he get in trouble for letting me have the prey I caught?” Thistlestrike shakes her head with a smile, “No, I think he made the right choice. You did very well catching it. I’m also very impressed that you were able to detect me.” Basil narrows her eyes warily, “What do you want from me?” She blinks surprise, “I was—“ “Tell me the truth please. I know when someone wants something from me.” Thistlestrike responds to Basil with a touch of frustration, “As I was TRYING to say, I only wanted to come talk with you. Like I’ve mentioned before, I am quite impressed with your abilities. I’d have to ask my leader, but if you wanted to, I’m sure you could visit HiddenClan for the day. If you like it and choose to join, I believe you would be a fantastic addition to the clan.” Basil stares at her and skeptically asks, “What if I do go and decide not to join? How do I know you won’t force me to become a member anyways?” “All I have to give you is my word, unfortunately.” Basil hesitates before she makes her decision. “Okay, I’m not positive on what I’ll decide, but I suppose I WOULD like to see what all the fuss is about. When should I come?” Thistlestrike smiles happily, “Why don’t you wait at the border tomorrow morning. I’ll make sure that someone will meet you there, and they’ll either walk you to the camp, or inform you that my leader chose not to let you visit. It just depends on what she decides. Is that alright with you?” Basil nods curiously, “Yes, thank you.” Thistlestrike stands up, “I guess I will see you tomorrow then! It was nice meeting you, Basil.” She runs off back towards her territory and disappears into the bushes. Basil watches her leave, realizing in shock that she actually was looking forward to it. She can’t help but grin in anticipation as she wonders what HiddenClan might be like.