Posts by pheonixclan

Whitepelt was listening to the conversation when she heard a rustle in the bushes behind her. She quickly spun around and got ready to pounce on whoever was there. Coldheart peeked his head from the bushes, and came forward to see who they found he didn't think Frondstar himself would come, and that only left Swiftshock. He came forward and ran through the line of warriors, and touched noses with His clan mate.

Whitepelt stared in sadness as she watched Coldheart leave. Coldheart gave her one last goodbye and saw him dissapear through the trees. Whitepelt went back to camp and lied down next to Runningheart and rubbed her head against his and felt mixed emotions of sadness and peace. She wanted to lie there till she walked with StarClan.

Whitepelt got confortable, feeling his soothing warmth made her relax a bit. She leaned her head under his chin, and was as happy as a newborn kit. She purred and took in the moment.

Whitepelt quickly got to her paws. "Umm...hi Hawkstar," she said nervously. Why was it that Hawkstar ruined everything?

Whitepelt was a little nervous on what kind of 'celebrating' they would be doing, and why she would be only invited later on. Before Runningheart left she said, "Watch yourself, okay?" She licked his ear as he padded away.

Whitepelt returned the howl with the rest of the clan, but her heart wasn't in it. She saw Runningheart return, she walked next to him and said quietly, "How about after your done with Hawkstar, we celebrate together, just the two of us?" she asked, making sure Hawkstar didn't hear her.

She passed it back, "I'm sorry, I don't want to forget this night," She laughed. "I'll meet you soon back at my den, okay? Don't take too long, I want to have fun before it gets too late." she said with a smile. She licked his ears and rubbed against him. She walked to her den and flashed a smile at him. Hoping he wouldn't take long.

Whitepelt saw Runningheart already coming over. She got up and rubbed against him. She said, "Come on, lets go inside where its quieter, and where there's no Hawkstar..." she lied down in the den and waved her tail and invited him in.

Coldheart enjoyed being back with Swiftshock. "Are you okay?" he asked with concern. He didn't think anything could've happened but maybe freak her out a bit, but he had to be sure. "How's Frondstar doing? Has anything happened while I was away?"

Coldeheart licked his flank where Whitepelt had clawed him, and turned back. "Nothing that I can't handle," he said. "I'm glad everyone's okay. I just can't wait to get home. I have some things to tell Frondstar."

Coldheart laughed. "I bet," he meowed. "Nothing is interesting without me," he said with a smile. "I'll race you to camp!" He took off for the camp.

Coldheart entered camp and felt glad feeling of being home. He turned and saw Swiftshock coming jup behind him. "Good try!" he laughed and walked up beside her the rest of the way there.

Coldheart gave her a lick between the ears and mewed, "See you in a bit,first I gotta find Frondstar."

Whitepelt lied right up against Runningheart, and she enjoyed his warmth of his fur next to her. She let herself be lost in the moment of the two of them together with no Hawkstar to bother them. She felt the love between them swell, as she eventually fell asleep with him.

Coldheart shook his head and said, "We had a little fight when I was first found, but I was treated like a fair prisoner. And it's good to see you again, Frondstar."

Whitepelt woke and opened her mouth to yawn. She saw that Runningheart was still asleep. She lightly drew her tail down his back. She gave him a small lick on his ears. She got up and stretched, and went out to hunt, and check out the borders.

Coldheart said, "I'm tired, and need to rest. I promise that I'll tell you about everything tomorrow." he went to his den. He slept in with dreams of Whitepelt and that something was going to happen.

Whitepelt saw a vole and quickly killed it with one swift move and looked over to the BrookClan border, wondering how her brother was doing. She grabbed the mouse that she'd caught earlier and picked up the vole and took them back to the fresh kill pile. She kept the mouse and ate for the first time in four days, and her belly felt comfortably full. She went back to Runningheart and lied back down next to him.

Whitepelt saw Furytalon and walked up to her. "You're up early. Did you get up and meet someone?" she giggled. She knew that the former apprentice would claw her ears off, but couldn't help but lighten the mood. She sat down and curled her tailed around herself. She said, "My apologies..." still laughing.

Whitepelt meowed, "Oh, nothing." she studied her paws for a moment, then looked up. She smiled. "Nothing. Just happy things are going back to normal."

Whitepelt mewed, "If you want to." she walked to the front of the camp and flicked her tail. She was bored and was ready to do anything.

Whitepelt mewed, "Okay." she sat back down and wondered why Runningheart was being such a sleepyhead. She closed her eyes and thought about what had happened the night before, a sweet memory in a bitter past, and brought peace to her soul.