Boredom, until you come creeping along. (Private, Luca. Still stalking you. xD)

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  • Thunderstorm whipped around. "I thought we were friends too! Maybe something more!" He shouted back. "But you obviously value your kits and your mate more than me and the entire clan!"

  • "Like I care about your mate. Now go back to Riverclan. Show everyone that the kits you love are half-clan." Thunderstorm sneered. He turned around again and started walking again.

  • Thunderstorm hit the ground. He became pinned. "What was that for?" He cried out in suprise.

  • Thunderstorm relaxed. He finially realized what was happening. "We'll see each other at gathering though... right?" He asked.

  • "Of course! And don't you dare forget! It may not be the same, but you belong to SunClan and I don't want you coming after me!"

  • Thunderstorm tried to move, but he was still pinned. "Did you really have to pin me down to say that?" He asked.

  • Thunderstorm tried to move again. "Your the one who's running off... I should be pinning you down..." He grummbled.

  • Thunderstorm returned her weak smile with an equally weak smile. "It's kinda late and you might get lost in the dark... maybe you should go tommorrow." He suggested.

  • Thunderstorm thought back at the memories they had together as he waited for Mistyfoot to get off him.

  • OOC: I'm gonna to go to sleep... bye.

    IC: Thunderstorm got up and streatched. He followed Mistyfoot into the warriors den. He laid down in his nest and thought how life would be without her.

  • OOC: I'm awake now.

    IC: Thunderstorm woke up feeling tired and sad. He spent a great majority of the night staying awake, thinking about the future. He shook the sleepiness out of himself and streatched.