Returning.

[Silentclaw]

Silentclaw led the way to camp, but when they reached it he stopped Thistle for a moment. 'You can tell your friends the news if you like. The ceremony will be at sunset." He informed her. Picking up the hare he went to deposit it in the fresh-kill pile.

[Thorn & Co. (Night)]

Thistle, still shocked, trotted into camp after her leader. She had almost forgotten--she was Guardian now. "Thank you, Silentclaw," she murmured before setting off to find Thorn. He was in the warriors' den, cleaning still. "Guess what?" she mewed when she came in.

"What?" he asked, sitting up.

"I'm Guardian!"

"No way!" exclaimed Thorn. "Congrats! Let me go get Savvanah, she'll be thrilled for you! When's the cermeony?"

"Sunset," answered Thistle as she followed him out. Hope saw them first and came over.

"Aunt Thistle, Daddy!" she called. "I managed to pin Faith today!"

THorn purred for his daughter. "That's great, Hope. Thistle's going to be Guardian!"

Hope gasped. She knew it was a high position. "Really? Yay for Aunt Thissy!" she cried.

[Savannah&Faith]

[glow=navy,2,300]Savannahheart purred as she padded up to her mate, her kits, and Thistle. She had just heard, "What would you like to mention to me, Thorn?" the Protector mewed, her spotted pelt crinkled as she heard that Aunt Thissie... had done something. She was excited to hear it. She binked her sea blue orbs in awarness, and aknoledgement, wondering in a shrill way what could have Thistle done. Maybe she scored a high position. Maybe she had caught a deer. Maybe she fought off attacking clan cats. The unknown bugged Savannahheart, for she was a curious, and have-to-know-everyone's-buisiniess type of cat. She grinned to keep up the happy vide flowing around the small group of cats. Her head was overflowing with thoughts that Thistle could've done.[/glow]

[glow=green,2,300]Faith bounded over to her sister. "I want a REMATCH!" She hissed, pitifully. Faith was a terrible poor sport, and she couldn't help herself if she got over confident at times. Hope had pinned, and for the rest of the day, Faith had been begging for a rematch. She had also been making excuses about why she had lost. So far she had come up with:

I tripped.
I was letting you win.
I froze.
Got a cramp in my back leg.
Cut my pad.
and, Got something in my eyes.

"Everyone could obviously see that I was blinded with dust in my eye, and than I tripped!" The amber and white birman growled at her sister, a mini Savannahheart. She had the same coat, and same tallness.[/color][/glow]

[Thorn & Co. (Night)]

[glow=red,2,300]Hope sniffed, sticking a pink tongue out at her sister. "You're just a sore loser!" she jibed. "I won, fair and square!" She knew she was just making excuses--Faith was always the winner, the strongest of the three, and couldn't stand to lose. When her mother came up, Hope began to bounce again. "Aunt Thissy's been made Guardian!"

Thistle blushed; the kit was yelling her surprise out for all to hear! "Hush, Hope," she mewed. "We don't want everyone to know, it's a surprise!"

"Oh." Hope put her tail in her mouth, making sure it was all in there. SHe could hear her father's laughter.[/glow]

[glow=red,2,300]"Where's Talon?" Thistle continued. "I want to surprise him!"[/glow]

[Savannah&Faith]

[glow=navy,2,300]Savannahheart smiled at Thistle's anxiousness. Talon was Thistle's mate... and Thistle was pregenat! It was obvious to a queen that used to be. SHe sill was, but her kits were going to apprentices soon, and she couldn't wait. SHe got tired off sitting slumpily in the nursrey all day, and night. "Well congratulations!- Thistle. You are fierce, and and loyal rogue. It's actully really easy having a high position." Her spotted fur took to the southeren side of the clearing as a sharp wind blew, biting at her skin, feeling like firece claws ripping layers of her pink and hidden skin. She still wmiled her white toothy grin as if she felt nothing. She was not supposed to feel anything. So she didn't shiver as the wind contuined to blow. "Talon, I think is over there," She pushed her tail over to the direction where she last saw the ginger warrior, the high gaurd the black point, pointed in the direction. "Blaze was just talking to him." Savannahheart bit her pink tongue. She knew it was to late to take back what she had said, but another she-cat talking to your mate, exspecially one that didn't have a mate, was cause a fericious thing to eat at your heart... it was called jeaulousy.[/glow]

[glow=green,2,300]Faith's gaze hardened as she sent a sharp glare torwards Hope. Her glares felt like her mother's, Savannahheart. If you didn't say anything soon, the gaze would feel like it was melting you. She knew her gaze effected many, for it had worked on many.[/glow]

[Thorn & Co. (Night)]

[glow=red,2,300]Thistle's eyes flashed. "Talking with Blaze, eh?" She snorted, tail lashing back and forth. The new warrior would have nothing to gain by talking to the High Guard--her mate, whose kits she now carried--so why talk to him at all? Then she realised with a jolt--she was pregnant! She couldn't tell Silentclaw that, he'd take away her position! "Mouse dung," she spat.

Thorn gave his friend a look. "This, don't do anything stupid," he advised, taking her cursing as calling Blaze names.

"I won't," she answered haughitly. She stood and walked over to Talon. (Thistle to: Sharing tongues)

Hope giggled. "Aunt Thissy's mad!" She caught Faith's glare and held it, but soon backed off and stared at the ground. Those were her mother's eyes--demon eyes, she called them. They were scary.[/glow]