Hunting

[Cinder.and.Flightfall]

Cheetahpaw felt a surge of joy that she could still talk to her friend. They probably couldn't talk long though, and she'd have to help Windflight eventually since they were outnumbered in a way, if the rogue decided to side with the loners that is.

"Well... I'm still Cheetahpaw for now" She mewed, stretching out the words for now with a huge grin on her face. "Wingstar says I'll become a warrior soon." It was strange though, because even though Cheetahpaw was supposed to be more mature, she still acted like a young apprentice in every way.

"Spook." Cheetahpaw mewed thoughtfully. She could tell Spook didn't feel comfortable telling her, so Cheetahpaw decided that she'd keep the name a secret if her friend wanted that. "That's a cool name."

[Spook]

"Thank you," Spook meowed thoughtfully. Somehow it felt right that she could trust her old friend. "I hope that Wingstar is doing well. Has she chosen a deputy yet?" she meowed, curious about the goings on in WindClan. It would be helpful to know where the clans stood in the way of strength if the loners decided to attack. She pushed the last thought from her head. She wanted Cheetahpaw to be trust her, even thought she was a loner with a ghostly, scheming mind.

[Cinder.and.Flightfall]

Cheetahpaw opened her mouth to speak, but suddenly stopped. Spook was a loner, and no longer part of WindClan. She could use these things against the clan... But Cheetahpaw shook the thought away. Maybe she could bend the truth, just a little bit... No! If she was telling Spook anything, it would be the truth.

"Well..." She mewed. "Not yet really. I mean, she hasn't announced it but... well, you get the point I guess." She shrugged.

[owly ✿]

A large and strong gray and white tom padded around the territory. A slightly cold leaf-bare breeze was blowing in along with some other scents. Loner-and Cheetahpaw. The tom was her future mate-when she became a warrior anyways. 'Wingstar better hurry up, I'll be an elder by the time Cheetahpaw is a warrior.' hethought to himself. the large tom's pelt was blowing back and forth and he now approached the scene.

2 loners were attacking Windflight and some rouge. Charlie didn't care though. His yellow eyes flicked over the plains for any sign of an amber and cheetah spotted pelt. Then the cat he was looking for was there-with a loner!? Charlie padded towards Cheetahpaw-she looked content and happy. then a scent reached Charlie's nose. It was strongly filled with the scent of the loner terras, Meer-the cat that caused his sister to leave, and then the distinct smell that every cat carries where ever they go-it was Sparrowpaw!

Charlie's tail stopped swishing and his yellow eyes shined with disbelief. It couldn't be her. She must've been dead or gone forever! there was no chance Sparrowpaw could be here...or was there?

The gray and white tom let out a soft sigh and then looked up. Not at Cheetahpaw but at Sparrowpaw. "I thought you were dead Sparrowpaw..." Charlie said slowly drifting off.

[Cinder.and.Flightfall]

Cheetahpaw's head shot up as she heard Charlie approach. She could tell just by the look on his face that he was shocked to see Sparrow- Spook again. It'd be hard for Cheetahpaw to get used to calling her friend Spook- if she ever saw her again after this. More then likely she would see her again- but in battle.

[Spook]

Spook turned quickly when another WindClanner came up behind her. Her deep orange fur bristled as she thought that the other WindClanner was going to attack. She then realized that it was Charlie, an old frien.., well... at the time he wasn't her friend, but he was going to be if she had stayed. "Hello Charlie," she said. She knew that she looked very different from the last time they all had seen eachother. Spook's eyes had changed from a bright icy blue, to a silvery sheen covering a sea of turquiose. Her pelt had gone from a lighter shade of ginger to a deep shade of falling leaves. She was muscular, but small, ever so small. It helped her ghost-like appearance. She was smaller than Cheetahpaw and Charlie, but not by much.

[Meerful]

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