The Returning ((YAY!!, , =] ))

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The light was setting, and darkness crawling in. The sky was purple, the color of wildflowers on a nice spring day. The clouds in the sky were like big blotches of black ink. Trees surrounded her, branching out over the sky like cobwebs, and they were sprouting brand new colors of green, you could tell that summer was coming back around, and that was a really good thing, because it meant pletiful prey, nice hot days, good new herbs, and long enjoyable nights. It was so peaceful. It was almost relaxing to breath the untamed air. The air smelled of rain though, a very faint scent, but that could only mean that it was coming, or just passing through, the air was heavy and humid and thick.

crunch. You could hear the tiny twig snapping from maybe even a mile away. crunch. it snapped even more as another paw stepped on it clumisly. Her white paws dancing gracefully over the next couple twigs, careful not to break any more to attract uneeded and unwanted attention to the at one time stunningly beautiful, but now slightly aging silver and white cat. The dim moonlight reflected off her giant razor sharp bright blue eyes. Her long slender neck seemed to move with her speeding pace. She was of course a couple years old, maybe verging on 72 moons old, or even 60. She lost count, but she was still able to hold any toms' eye.

sprinklestorm

That was her name. The name she earned a long time ago. The name she earned when she was an eager apprentice back to become a warrior. Back when everything was easy. Her and Rowanpaw, and Brownstar were best friends.

rowanpaw

She tasted the name as she said it. Her eyes clouded with water as she thought it. Well it was actually Rowanclaw now, but whats the difference, he was the same person. He was her true love. She loved him. And now she probaly had lost him by now.- along with her position as deputy, that was probaly given away to another loyal and better clan cat, then she was or she would ever be.


Sprinklestorm slowly walked into the terratory. The scents were mostly fresh and familar, and she loved it. Mice seem to scurry by, but the silver birman just padded away, not even remembering the famished inpulse she held just a few long moments earlier. Or the parched sensation she had also just felt. But the excitment of everyone's reaction to see her back in her place, she almost couldn't control herself. Of course they would be shocked, accusing, and maybe even mad that she returned to reclaim her high position in the clan, but she didn't care. Her few friends would hopefully rejoice her return. So if they were excited, that was all the silver she-cat cared about as she contuined walking torwards the all-so-familar sunning rocks. She stopped and rested, a small drop of water fell on her coat, and then another, and then they were all just falling around her! She couldn't run back to camp, it was to far, and she was to exhausted. So the she-cat padded over to a small shelter in the rocks that held dry ground, and that would protect her from the rain, and she laid there. Moments later she was drifting off into a heavy sleep.

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The lithe she-cat's body moved with ease through the farmiliar territory. Dove's soft pelt was dampened by the small sprinkle of rain on her fur but it wasn't uncomfortable. Her indigo eyes stared blankly ahead. They would always stare like that. Her ears suddenly pulled back at the thought of a Thunderclan cat finding her. They wouldn't want her anymore. Afte rleaving to the rouges Dove was so much happier. These cats still knew her as Rasberrystep and they most likely thought she was dead. The snow-white hued she-cat padded forward though. Somwthing had called her here. Usually Thunderclan was prey to the rouges as a huntinbg ground but she was here for another reason.

Dove flicked her ears around to get a few raindrops off that had fallen onto them. Her whiskers twitched as she sniffed the air. Thunderclan was here. She could smell it. But it was also something different. An exotic feeling in the scent. Dove opened her maw and took in the lovely scents. Fresh life and a Thunderclanner on the brink of finding her. She padded on still though. Dove needed to talk to a Thunderclan cat. She didn't want to return to the clan at all. She just needed to speak with them.

The white fae shook the droplets of water from her pelt. The rain was growing heavier and she could hear the faint growls and grumbles of thunder in the distance. Her head flitted to a small rustle but a bird flew out quickly. Only a bird. Dove shook her head and then moved forward. Her long legs moved easily through the brush and she soon scented the Thunderclanner. She was at Sunningrocks now. The blind she-cat sniffed around. The scent was gone now as the cloud poured down liquid on her harder. Dove sighed and pushed her way to a small shelter in the rocks. The she stopped when the scent surrounded her. It was the Thunderclanner.

"Hello?" She mewed.

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[glow=black,2,300]Maybe, it was just a whisper in the dream, or a voice
echoing in her sharp dreams. She really didn't know. Just a faint
whisper crawled through her ears, sending shivers up and down
the silver she-cat's spine. It was really weird. She hadn't heard
another cat's voice for, how long had it been?!?! Days, weeks, months?
She hadn't kept count. All she knew was that it felt good to know
that someone was near by and that she wasn't the only cat
on this planet. And maybe just maybe it was. . .

That's when she caught the scent. Not of ThunderClan. Familar of
course, but nothing close to the warm scent of her fellow clan, and
there scent of pines and forests. She missed that scent of her clan.
But it had been soo long since she had last even seen one of them. . .
never the less, scented one. But this cat. . . whatever had spoken
was defentialy NOT of ThunderClan. Maybe it was at once, but not anymore.
Just like Sprinklestorm. . . maybe. She didn't know if her at once, best friend
Brownstar would accept her back into the clan. She knew it would be hard,
but she had to try.

"Who is there?" her eyelids drooped heavily over her bloodshot eyes, her
tail whipping nervously from one side to another. Dawn was of course just setting in
but Sprinklestorm felt as if she hadn't slept for days. She hated this feeling, she knew
that if she attempted a fight, she would suffer unforneuate consquencses and pay
for them almost immediatly with clumsy and slow moving battle moves and heavy
uncontrolable and all predictable steps to avoid attacks. The best thing for the silver
she-cat was to stay out of a battle and attempt to talk her way out of the situation,
atleast if there even was a situation. For all she knew, the cat responsible for this
voice could be just a kit, looking for somewhere to go. But of course, it sure didn't
smell like a kit. But Sprinklestorm knew she could be wrong. It had just been soo long . . .[/glow]