The [d]emon in the mist{private}

[Burningwing]

Stars lit the sky like miniature lanterns, each one shimmering with its own strength, like colossal snowflakes, forever falling but going nowhere. Amongst the pitch black of night, you could easily pick out each one as easily as just shifting your sight to it. The moon was a brilliant crescent, hanging among the light like a shining white claw, snagged in the midst of a battle in fur as black as the bottom of the earth. Together, the heavens were lit bright enough to thaw even the coldest of hearts, though strangely enough, it hardly gave up enough of its light to paint the snow silver on the plains. The occasional tree seemed to reach up, grasping for the moon and its kin, desperately wanting it for its self, though it had a long way to go. It was a single shooting star, speeding across the midnight sky that made it possible to see the lithe creature, making its way across the land like a shadow.

It was a cat, her orbs, one as golden as the warmest of days, the other dark blue like the coldest of nights. Her Calico pelt itself was like a miniature universe, planets of silver and gold, tan and orange, white and the depths of black. Momentarily, she was ablaze with bright rays, then yet again was plunged in the frigid shade of night. Her tail curled and uncurled like a scorpion before it struck, her eyes glistening as streak of tears dripped silently down her cheek. For moons, moons she had awaited him, stared endlessly through the trees in hopes of glimpsing his dark pelt, staring into his neon blue eyes. Nothing. Nothing. So, Burningwing had decided that if he didn't come to her, she would come to him. It was just too painful to lie there every day in waiting for the tom.

Demonheart....Demonheart....She rehearsed his name endlessly in her mind. If he loved her, surely he would feel that her aura dwelled in his territory? She swallowed down a sob of desperation. Of course he would come....would he bear good news? Of Eclipsekit who she had brought to him? She had gave her only daughter to him, and kept her two, mischievous toms by her side. Snow crunched under her paw pads, beading them with a layer of frost. Her mismatched eyes stared through the darkness as fog began to roll in from around her, obscuring her vision. The only thing she could see now was a tree. A huge oak. Its gnarled branches seemed to beckon her. In a sort of daze, she stumbled forward, toward the branches.

Icicles hung from the myriad of twigs branching off the mammoth trunk like many, dangerous sabres. The wind howled lonesomely in her ears as she suppress a sigh. A deep furrow in the root seemed the perfect place to settle in waiting for her mate. A flash of his night coloured fur blazed through her heart, leaving the scar ripped anew. It stung so much to think that the only way they could only be together was to meet in secret, away from the accusing glares of the rest of their clans. She had heard of stories of cats being exiled for such things, but surely, if you loved, it shouldn't be scorned. A sudden sound of paws crunching against snow echoed in her ears. Burningwing jumped to her paws, pelt bristling, plumed tail rustling in the wind. the haze swelled around her, and as she waited in silence, the only sound was the beating of her heart.

[Badgersoul]

"she's out there, I know it. I must find her- find her before someone else dose. I must find her, so I can stare into her eyes again...or else I think I will go insane"

He ran as fast as his paws could carry him. Swifter then the shooting star that streaked across the dark sky, litterd with stars. Coldness hit him like a badger's claw as he ran, the wind blowing threw him as if he was nothing but a peise of grass that coverd the land that he live in. Snow crunched softly underfoot, it was the only sound you could hear for miles. I must hurry, she will be waiting. My love I will b there soon!! He promised as he ran.

Demonheart's dark pelt blended perfectly in the night's shadows that drowned Windclan. His paws were very cold from running threw the snow, Demonheart know if he din't stop and warm them up soon they would start bleeding and Demonheart really didn't want a lecsure from Badgerpaw about how dumb he was to be running in the snow for so long. Demonheart suddenly stopped at the sweet sent of a cat, "Burningwing" his voice sounded whispery, as if he was dreaming. Demonheart closed his eyes and let the warm sent fill him, he was close.

Demonheart once again ran. He didn't have time to think about what he was doing, he was running on purley instinked. His blue eyes scanned franticly for paw prints or anything that could prove to himself that he wasn't just imagioing the sent. Please Burningwing, please be here he pleaded silently as he begain to run faster. The wind pulced through him, the snow crunched, but he didn't noticed ay of that. All he could feal, see, hear, and sent was the smell of his beloved.

Once again Demonheart came to a stop, he was here he could feal her presents. Demonheart had to ding his claws into the frozen earth to keep himself from running to his mate. Slowly Demonheart begain to walk forwerd. His paws felt like boulders as he walked, making each step harder. Yet finialy he walked into a clearing and right there in front of him was a calico cat with beautiful eyes, one calm like the river and one warm like the sun. Demonheart couldn't belive his eyes, "B-Burningwing?"