A stoneclan Romance~Continued

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    Boulderfur laughed. "You look like a squirrel!" She swatted at his nose when he poked his head out of a hole in the trunk. Then she asked, "Is there enough room for the two of us? Or should I...you know...find another place close by...?" She looked at her paws.

    Her cheeks burned. "Err...yes. That is, if there's room.."

    Micah chuckled softly, the sound vibrating throughout the little tree. "Of course you can stay, Boulderfur. You just gave up your family for me: the least I can do iss offer you a place to sleep."

    Again, Boulderfur blushed. "I had no family in Stoneclan except Petalfrost. But yeah. I guess we could squeeze in together..." She looked up at the sky, which was darkening and was speckled with the brightest of stars. A chill wind ruffled her for. She focused on what seemed to be the brightest star, and thought, Ma? Is that you? ...Do you think I've done the right thing? Leaving my clan for Micah? I understand if you're angry with me...I-I just don't know where my heart truly belongs... Boulderfur pricked her ears and waited, but no answer came. With a sigh she turned around and slipped into Micah's tree home, which smelled of comforting darkness, musty wood, and fresh plant life. "Come on," She called, turning around in around in an attempt to smooth out a nice sleeping place, "We need our sleep." She lay down, and, head on her paws, waited for Micah to join her.

    Boulderfur smiled drowsily, slipping into sleep.

    So they sleep and wake up in the morning and maybe go hunting and maybe run into a fox and maybe they win with a few scratches and maybe they stagger back to the hollow drunk on mice. How's that?

    ok.


    Boulderfur blinked open her eyes to find dawn light seeping into the hollow. Yawning, she got to her paws, and, seeing that Micah was still asleep, she slipped outside quietly, looking around for a place to make dirt.

    Micah stirred in his moss and opened one eye slowly, groaning as the sun shined right into his eye. It took a moment, but Boulderfur's scent registered in his nose, and he shot up, not seeing her. He sniffed around again, then followed her scent outside.

    Boulderfur kicked earth over her dirt, and heard Micah coming out of the hollow. She slipped out of the clump of ferns she was in and snuck quietly up behind him. Then she leaned forward, exclaiming "Boo!"

    Boulderfur sniffed indignantly. "I didn't want to scare you, anyway." She held back a snort of laughter and looked at her paws, then looked up, grinning. "Glad you're up, anyway. I'm starved. Where do you normally hunt?"

    Boulderfur shook her head. "Oh, great Starclan. I'll just follow you. I've got a lot of learning to do about being a loner!" She stepped up to him so that their pelts brushed.

    Boulderfur followed, sniffing cautiously. "What now?" She whispered to Micah.


    Petalfrost stood hunched over in misery back in the Stoneclan camp. She knew that her sister was not coming back. So be it! She snarled inwardly, She can spend her whole life with that snotty rouge for all I care!