[move](1)[/move]
Mottlewing yelped as she was hit by yet another hailstone. Her heart was racing from running, and she knew she couldn't last much longer. Seeing a thick bramble bush, she veered towards it. Luckily for her, there was a hole in the bottom about her size. She leapt for it, sliding beneath the bush and into the warm, if cramped, space within.
Mottlewing realised as he asked for her name that he wouldn't expect her to have known who he was. 'Sorry,' she mewed sheepishly, 'I overheard you having a conversation before and I caught your name.' She looked up at him. 'And I'm Mottlewing.'
[move](2)[/move]
Glad to be out of the terrifying storm, Mottlewing curled up under the bush and listened to the rhythmic beating of the hail on the wet ground. The bush was surprisingly good shelter.
Mottlewing's ears pricked up as she heared the pained yowling of other cats. Lots of other cats, if her ears were serving her well enough. 'Hello?' she called. 'Is there anyone out there?'
Lenthe struggled in the snow drift.
[move](3)[/move]
Mottlewing heard a distinct voice above the rest. Bracing herself, she bounded out of her shelter and ran towards the sound. After a few moments of frantic, painful searching, she came across a cat trapped in the snow. Although she didn't recognise the scent, she knew she had to help the cat out. Now.
'I just can't sleep' Mottlewing muttered. 'I think it's the cold, but I just can't seem to relax enough to drift off...'. Looking back up at the tom, she added, 'What about you? Guard duty?'
'Would you like some company?' she asked. 'We could always try and sleep when it gets light and it's a bit warmer.'
[move](4)[/move]
Seeing the cat climb out of the drift, Mottlewing felt a stab of relief. She always urged to help other cats, even if they weren't from her clan. Feeling hail begin to soak her fur, she sprinted back in the direction of the bush.
Mottlewing stepped lightly onto the tree stump to join Pantherclaw, wrapping her tail once again around her paws. She sat close to him, eager to stay warm in the chilly night.
Mottlewing stared after the small cat. Her fur bristled. 'Who was that?!' she asked urgently.
[move](5)[/move]
After a while, Mottlewing shuddered. She couldn't stay underneath this bush forever; there were kits and elders back in the camp that could be in danger. Spurred on by this thought, she pulled herself from beneath the bush and sprinted for the camp. Her lungs were burning with the exertion, but she was determined to keep her clan safe.
[move](6)[/move]
Reaching the ThunderClan camp, Mottlewing was shocked to find the entire clearing deserted. Running to the nursery, she heaved a sigh of relief at finding both queens and kits sheltering inside.
'Freezing' Mottlewing agreed. She paused for a moment, before asking conversationally, 'How long have you been a warrior then?'
Rabbitkit nuzzled Fawnpaw's flank, trying to comfort her.
Try 'Sweet red wine' over and over again. It's surprisingly difficult.
'Three moons,' Mottlewing mewed happily. An icy breeze whipped past the cats and Mottlewing shivered.
Mottlewing watched the exchange, keeping a wary eye on the rogue while Lightningstrike spoke to her.
It eventually comes out 'Swur-wur-rine' for me. :P
I don't speak that much French... I learnt it from 11-14 but I don't remember that much of it :P I'm learning German now, which I pick up a lot quicker.
'I'm okay,' she mewed quietly. 'Just freezing.'
She thought for a moment. 'I wouldn't say so...' she said, after a pause. 'I'm a fairly boring soul.' She purred in amusement at her own comment. 'How about you?'
