Midnight Walk//Open~

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    [size=36pt]Ghoststep[/size]


    Ghoststep carefully made his way out of the warrior's den, stepping over his Clanmates
    so that he wouldn't wake them. Once outside, he raised his muzzle to sniff the air briefly
    to make sure no other cats were out. The only scents he caught were from the patrol
    that had returned a little while ago so he padded out of the camp and towards his meeting
    place with his rogue best friend.



    [size=36pt]Saber[/size]


    [size=8][color=#B897B8]Saber peeked down from the branch he was perched on when he heard approaching
    footsteps. When he saw it was only Ghoststep, however, he jumped down and padded
    closer so that he could nuzzle the ShadowClan tom's cheek. "Were you followed?"
    the rogue asked him, speaking quietly. "Not that I'm aware of," Ghoststep shook his head
    to which the other nodded. "Good."


    [size=36pt]Silverstep[/size]


    Silverstep perked her ears as she heard the two speak. She was a loner, yet still had her warrior name. she was an odd she, but caring. She padded over to the two, but didn't talk loud so she didn't disturb their conversation. "Hello," she said through a muffled mew.

    The two cats jumped when another cat spoke and turned their heads to look at her. "Who are you?" the dilute calico asked snippishly. "Now, Saber, don't be rude," the other, much more soft-spoken, cat sighed. Then he turned his gaze on the she-cat and told her, "I'm Ghoststep, and this is Saber."

    The she flicked her tail at the rude tom. "Now, Now. Have your manners," she snapped softly. Her eyes shifted a glance to the other tom. "Nice to meet you, Ghoststep," she mewed, showing no emotion to either of the toms. "Do not fret, I am not of the clans."

    Saber snorted at what the she-cat said and let his friend do the talking as he sat down heavily and started cleaning the wounds on his shoulders. "I could tell that," Ghoststep nodded a bit. "I'm from ShadowClan, but I don't speak a word of you to anyone."

    "Thank you," the tabby mewed gratefully. He didn't want his Clan knowing that he met with a rogue every night.

    She smiled softly, eyes shifting to each of the toms. She gave a muffled snort and lowered her hackles. "Shall I leave you two in peace?" she asked, her cranium tilted to an angle.

    Saber started to open his mouth to say something, but Ghoststep shot him a glance to keep him quiet. "If you want to stay, we don't mind," the latter told her.

    She snickered softly at the Saber, and nodded to Ghoststep. "It doesn't seem that 'Saber' would prefer me to be here. Maybe I should be off," she said cheerfully.

    "Saber doesn't like anyone," Ghoststep smiled faintly. "But he can get over it. If you want to stay, stay."


    Silverstep


    "Ah, I see. As long as I am not disturbing you," she whispered. Her pelt gave off a lavender smell, from the nearby flowers.

    "If you mean that 'loyal' is 'nice,' then yes, we're nice," Ghoststep smiled. "But Saber here's not very nice otherwise."

    She chuckled, as she licked her forepaw, and twisted her cranium. "Ah. Some felidaes don't have a...sociable personality," she mewed.

    Saber sneered at the she-cat but didn't say a word because he knew the his friend would swat him for it.