Heightspaw's whiskers twitched, her ears flattened and tail body dead still. The she-cat smirked, giving her that devilish look on her face. She waited, and waited, and waited. She'd been here for a few minutes now, but she had no fear whatsoever that Castaway wouldn't show. Heightsy had never lost someone so important to her like Casty did. Her family was quite happy -- her father recently made a co-leader, her younger siblings should be apprentices soon, and RiverClan was doing well stocking up for winter. Besides, Casty was a medicine cat. If he never showed, she would understand why. Judging by the steady stream of cats coming and going everyday to the RiverClan medicine cat den, it was a busy life.
When finally his dark obsidian shape progressed forward and took a spot in their meeting place, Heightspaw snarled softly and pelted out of the clump of grass she'd been hiding in. "I'VE GOT YOU NOW," Heightsy squealed, aiming to leap onto her mate's back.
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