.:And the [sun] will shine:.{Demonheart}

[Burningwing]

Demonheart, Demonheart, where would she be without him? His dark black fur and bright amber eyes always seemed to make her feel as though a flare were igniting in her chest. He was kind to her, gentle. And it seemed as though he were made just for Burningwing the way his sense of humour lifted her spirits. Her wonder tom. And yet, where was he?

Golden grass spread out below her, causing the praire to seem like a shimmering golden land. Sunlight poured down from the sky, which seemed to glow a bright, clear blue. Only one cloud, like a wisp of fog across the open expanse, marked the sky. Burningwing stared across the land, her beautiful calico pelt ruffling in the wind, multi-coloured eyes shirting from on end to the other. She knew he would be here soon.

Scorchingkit crouched low beside his mother, ears pricked and his own mix matched eyes scanning the area for prey. His paws stepped without a sound on the hard, dry earth. His strangely orange calico pelt was bristled with anticipation. Today he would meet his father for the third time! The excitement boiled in his gut like a flickering fire in undergrowth.

A small grey mouse was nibbling seed in front of him, its whisker twitching frantically. Step, step, anddd...leap! The young tom sprung forward. The mouse tried to scurry away, its claws scrabbling against the ground. But Scorchingkit was to quick. Sinking his teeth into the prey, he tasted the sweet blood on his tongue, and gave thanks to Starclan. His father would be proud. He was sure of it.

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[Badgersoul]

Demonheart stared out at the gorgeous land of Windclan. He had been in the Windclan's camp all day long; it was such a slow day that there was nothing to do. Demonheart clawed at the grass under him in boredom; part of him wanted to go hunting but who would come with him? Demonheart could go alone, but that wouldn't be as entertaining as going with another and of course if he did go alone his clan mates would think he was up to something. Demonheart glared down at his claws witch where still scraping the earth; why was it always his fault? Though his mate was from Thunderclan, that didn't make him any less loyal. Just thinking about the beautiful calico she-cat made Demonheart's heart beat faster. Burningwing was the most beautiful cat alive, no Windclan she-cat would ever replace her.

Demonheart's jet black pelt made him hot in the scorching heat, He he didn't really know what to do. It felt like ever minute he sat her was another second he could be doing something useful- but what could he do to be useful? Finally Demonheart's boredom took over him and he went out hunting.

Demonheart walked softly through the warm grass the covered the plains of Windclan. He could sent a mouse near by; slowly he crouched into a hunting position and stalked forward. Just when he was about to jump a smear of colors jumped at the mouse. At first Demonheart was a bit disappointed then he relised who was in front of him. A deep rumbled echoed deep in his throat. "Great job, Scorchingkit " His voice was filled with love and he stared down at his calico colored son.