help me leave behind a reason to be missed

[Cinder.and.Flightfall]

The night brought with it a cool chill to the air. It wasn't totally uncomfortable, yet Cheetahpelt's extremely short and thin fur didn't exactly help bring the comfort zone back up. The black dapples against the golden base shone in the moonlight, making Cheetahpelt look even more like the great creature she was named for. Her brown amber eyes were not closed, in fact they were open and bright, gazing across the camp warmly. She loved WindClan. The Clan of the moors, the swiftest Clan in the forest, that was her home. She'd die to defend it, and if that wasn't clear to every cat in the Clan by now, she didn't care. She knew what was coming for her. Nothing lived forever; Charlie was the perfect example of that. Her eyes lost a bit of their bright light at the thought of the tom. Charlie... It always hurt when someone so close to you died. Charlie had been Cheetahpelt's best friend and future mate. But then, he just... died. Looking up at the bright stars above her, Cheetahpelt wondered if the gray and white tom watched her now.

The sound of a squealing kit reached her ears, and she recognized the squeal instantly. It was Mothkit, one of the few orphaned kits in WindClan. She smiled at the thought of the little white kitten with the ginger tail. Mothkit reminded Cheetahpelt so much of herself when she was that age. She had the fire that Cheetahpelt had possessed, and the constant hunger for companionship and adventure. Whenever she looked at Mothkit, Cheetahpelt saw herself. She smiled, resting her head on her paws. Mothkit would grow into a strong warrior one day, and Cheetahpelt just hoped that she'd be there to see the little kitten mew the sacred words.

StarClan, give me strength for what is to come, Cheetahpelt thought to herself as she raised her head again, looking up at the glittering stars above her. The sound of a stirring cat sounded from somewhere behind her, yet Cheetahpelt didn't turn around to see who it was. She waited patiently, flicking her tail softly as she did whenever she ran. Though she longed for someone to talk to, to share her fears with, she wouldn't demand a cat talk to her this late at night. If they wanted to talk, Cheetahpelt was there, though. Sighing softly, Cheetahpelt awaited a new voice.

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Rosepelt

Life goes on... supposedly

Sly, sneaky, quiet, stealth: Although Rosepelt wished and hoped to attain these qualities every day, she didn't, and she began to realize, she probably never would. StarClan had never been that nice to her in the first place, why would they grant a stubborn, bossy, grouchy cat like herself any of these useful qualities... she just wasn't that lucky. In fact, she was pretty unlucky in almost all aspects... no, probably all.

"Great, StarClan," she muttered to herself as she picked her body up from the dusty, dirty ground. She had often fallen over twigs and leaves, but three in one day? Really, StarClan, is that all you? she thought to herself bitterly, still shaking the dust and dirt off of her beautiful, now dirty, pelt. "It's always me... StarClan say, 'Let's pick on someone' and of course, they pick on poor Rosepelt." Her voice, now louder can be heard by a few, but like always, she did not really care what the members of her camp thought about her. She was loud and bossy to those that knew her, but to those that didn't, she was a bit of a loner and known only as Hollowheart and Amberwind's daughter, or occasionally Wingstar's apprentice.... but nothing more. Not by her accomplishments or her feisty attitude... no one seemed to care.

Puddleclaw was still her friend, but after Brownclaw's death and Ghost's sad reaction, the friendship had mellowed and Puddle focused on her life, while Rosepelt merely mellowed in her misery. Her mother had hoped for better, but of course, it did not matter to her...

She suddenly looked up, staring right back at Chetahpelt. Sure, she didn't know much about her... actually she didn't really know anything about her. She knew the basics, but then again, it wasn't that big a Clan... everyone knew everyone else...

[Cinder.and.Flightfall]

forgetting all the hurt inside you've learned to hide so well.

Upon seeing the warrior Rosepelt, Cheetahpelt waved her tail in greeting. She didn't know the other warrior all that well, but then again Cheetahpelt couldn't say that she knew many cats well. Sure, she had her few friends, but where were they now? Singedsoul seemed to have just disappeared after their ceremony, along with Creek. She knew that they were there, just not with her. Everyone was moving on to different lives now. The loneliness Cheetahpelt had felt after Charlie's death was starting to come back during these last couple of days. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that there were very few cats in WindClan she could say that she knew very well. Her closest friends she wasn't sure she could call all that close these days. It was difficult for her, but she managed.

Not many cats knew Cheetahpelt's whole story; Cheetahpelt didn't know it all herself. She didn't remember anything after being dropped off at WindClan by her mother at the age of three moons. She didn't even know the exact motive for why she was left there, other then the fact that she was being hidden from her father. She didn't think that she'd ever understand the full reasoning behind her mother's actions, but it was too late to find out. Cats in WindClan simply knew of her as Cheetahpelt, the friendly, casual warrior. Back in her apprentice days, she'd been a bit of a nuisance. She didn't stop running around and playing games. Now, Cheetahpelt had grown to become more mature. She supposed it was because of all the things she'd had to go through to her to where she was.

Cheetahpelt turned her gaze back to Rosepelt, offering the she-cat a smile. "Good evening, Rosepelt. I didn't expect to see anyone else up this late." She wasn't exactly sure how to start this conversation, for Cheetahpelt didn't know Rosepelt very well at all. Still, she was eager to talk to someone, anyone, about anything. She needed to clear her head

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Rosepelt
On... and on... and on...

"Good evening, Rosepelt. I didn't expect to see anyone else up this late."

"Ha! she snorted back at Cheetahpelt, ignoring the tail wave and making herself comfortable next to her fellow WindClan warrior. She was annoyed, as usual. Not annoyed at Cheetahpelt, of course, but annoyed at life in general. It just wasn't working out for her. "Yeah, well I just can't sleep. I mean, how can anyone sleep with this horrible, oddly cold then hot weather. I mean isn't the hot months coming up? Green leaf and the whole shebang! Well, so it usually does... but StarClan could change it on us," she ranted, not even really comprehending that Cheetahpelt was next to her. "You know if StarClan changed the seasons, I wouldn't be surprised. I mean they just love to pick on me! she screamed out, not even directing the comment to wards Cheetahpelt, but up to wards the sky. She then stopped, looked around to make sure no one heard her, and looked back at Cheetahpelt and sighed, shutting her mouth and picturing Wingstar glaring at her with disgust... as she usually did when she was annoyed with herself.

"Well anyway I hate the night," she continued, still rambling as before. "I mean you'd think I'd like it being with the whole rest and sleep and all, but I mean, I'd just rather be doing stuff." What she really didn't want to admit was that during the night, it was time for her to think... and Rosepelt hated to think. Thinking only brought back memories, terrible memories and some happy memories. She remembered Fallen and her mother and her friends. And yet she liked some of those memories... some of those days.

"It is peaceful at night, though... oddly. It makes me wonder if something big is going to happen since it is so peaceful. Very oddly peaceful."
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[Cinder.and.Flightfall]

Cheetahpelt blinked at the end of Rosepelt's first ramblings, slightly surprised. She hadn't talked to many cats lately, and especially not one that talked back so much. Rosepelt seemed to have a problem with StarClan, judging by the way she screamed out at the sky. Cheetahpelt opened her mouth, preparing to say something, but Rosepelt continued talking about how she disliked the night. Reluctantly, Cheetahpelt's mouth closed, and she again listened to the femme's speech. Well, I wanted someone to talk to... she thought to herself. Although, Rosepelt's done most of the talking, I must say. When Rosepelt finished speaking, Cheetahpelt waited for a moment, then opened her mouth to say something.

"I agree with you. I have this feeling... something is coming. It makes me think that peaceful nights like these aren't going to come again for a long time." Cheetahpelt's eyes moved up to StarClan. Surely, their warrior ancestors would warn them if danger was to come. Maybe they had already been warned, but their leaders or medicine cats decided to not share the information yet. Still, Cheetahpelt had a feeling in her bones. It reminded her of how it felt when a storm was about to come on. She wasn't about to just push the feeling away. "Something's coming..." she repeated, her amber eyes still on the stars. Did Charlie have any idea what it was about? Would he eventually come to her, warn her of the coming danger?

"Sometimes I wish I was a medicine cat," Cheetahpelt mewed softly. "It's times like these that I wish I could communicate with StarClan, to figure out what was going on."

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Rosepelt
It's a long road to travel to reach peace

"I agree with you. I have this feeling... something is coming. It makes me think that peaceful nights like these aren't going to come again for a long time."

"Something's coming..."

"Sometimes I wish I was a medicine cat," "It's times like these that I wish I could communicate with StarClan, to figure out what was going on."

Rosepelt had always thought life to be an odd thing-- it was full of so much, and as much as you wanted to predict what was going to happen, you just could not. You never knew what the day had in store for you. Maybe it would be your death day, maybe the day you meat your mate, or even the day where absolutely nothing happens when you think something big should. Life was complete, 100 percent unpredictable. At first that bothered Rosepelt; she just hated not knowing the future... not knowing what was going to happen, but as her life progressed, she began to accept the fact that her life was simply going to mystery, and nothing she could do would enable her to control everything she wanted to.

"Ah... as wondering as this peace is, I almost wish it would disappear so I would not have to interact with the fate that is going to befall us. No matter how hard we try, something horrible always happens to the Clan every season... it's like StarClan enjoys putting the entire forest up to a test... life just can't be simple for us clan cats, I guess." Rosepelt had often wondered why StarClan never intervened; the entire Clan knew the power of StarClan, even the tiniest kit's first story was about StarClan. StarClan were the dead cats that watched over the Clans... but if they were watching, why were all these bad things happening?

I wish I knew what my mother was doing up there... she said she would always protect me... but sometimes I wonder. she thought to herself, not looking at Chetahpelt. "Yes... it would be nice to communicate with StarClan."

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[Cinder.and.Flightfall]

"Life isn't easy for anyone," Cheetahpelt mewed as a response to Rosepelt's first statement. "Everyone deals with sacrifice, with hardships. It's an unavoidable part of life." Cheetahpelt had heard stories of cats, cats who'd gone through so much yet were still strong. She'd never expected life to be an easy thing, even as a kit she knew it'd be difficult. Loner life wasn't any easier then Clan life, and though she'd only experienced three short moons of it, it wasn't any easier. She constantly saw her mother struggling, growing weaker every day, until finally she just dropped little Cheetahkit on the plains. Apparently, she wasn't safe as a loner anymore. Yet was she any safer as a Clancat? With this peace, clearly about to end, would Cheetahpelt's life ever be easy? What had her mother expected when she said her last goodbyes?

"I understand that StarClan don't neccisarily see everything, but still, sometimes I just wish they'd be more clear when they want to tell us something," Cheetahpelt murmured. "They're very vague. Some cats expect them to be able to protect us from everything, but I suppose they can't. There are some things that are just out of their control." Cheetahpelt looked over at her fellow warrior. "I want the peace to last, at least while it can. The suspense of what to come may be killing me, but I don't want any lives to be lost. Whatever is coming, it's big. Not to be a downer, but I don't think that after it's over, everyone's going to come out unscratched."