Okay, this is just the beginning of Chapter 3





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CHAPTER 3


Selene sat on her bed with a smile and picked up a book from her nightstand. Opening the book, she giggled to herself, but as she got comfortable Lotus knocked on her door. The young Feline looked at the book and sighed, then set it down.

“Com in.” she said, with a soft giggle as her friend peeked in, even before she was called. “What’s wrong?”

“Um...Everyone went out somewhere, but they wouldn’t tell me where...”

“Well...you have been causing a bit of trouble lately...”said Selene nervously. Hoping Lotus wouldn’t become angered by it.

The young Feline looked at the floor, with a sniffle. “I’m...sorry...”

Seeing her friend, now on the verge of tears, Selene jumped up and walked overt to her, then wrapping her arms around her she sighed. “It’s okay...I shouldn’t have said that...”

“B-But it’s true...” she whined, walking over to Selene’s bed and sitting down on the edge of it. “Drake hates me now...Cassandra can’t help me...and Luna thinks I’m just acting like a bitch...”

“She never said that.”

“I could tell...She knew I was listening to her and Cassandra...”

“Why are you being so paranoid...? Luna and Drake love you, you know that...”

“Then why’s Drake still trying to kill that bird?”

“Lotus...It’s thanksgiving. Turkeys are a part of it...They’re the center piece of the dinner.”

“So...?”

“It’s tradition. You know, like around the fall harvests when we lived in Alta Mor when there were huge festivals. It a traditional thing that’s part of the season, feeling of the day, and it brings people together.”

“But it’s just wrong...I know it’s tradition, but I don’t like it...Cassandra and Luna were talking to him about it, but Luna’s way of talking to someone and trying to convince someone is aggressive, but Drake’s not easily shaken by that kinda thing...And he’s kinda the same as her...Because of that they’re gonna clash and there’s just gonna be a fight...”

Selene sat down next to Lotus and put her right arm around her. “I know...” she sighed, pulling her close. “Want me to talk to him...?”

“You?”

“I know he won’t yell at me...”