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Silverpelt flattened her ears in embarassment. She got up slowly and looked at Snowfeather to Batwing. She wanted to run so badly this time. Nothing was stopping but herself. She opened her mouth only to shut it. Her eyes closed she didn't want to see them or hear them! She just wanted to run and be free. But he wouldn't let her go til she answered... She didn't want to answer she didn't want to see them she didn't want emotions. Why can't she be a fox or something. Then this wouldn't have happened.

She opened her eyes to show sorrow and jealousy. Sorrow because she might not stay in the clan. This was too much for her. But she couldn't find a good enough reason to leave. Fine she wouldn't leave but still. The cat suggesting to take him back to camp! She was aggriavated and her fur started to rise. But she let it rest. The she-cat only wanted to be with Batwing. Fine if snowfeather wanted to stay with Batwing she could. She looked up and said "I'm fine and if you want to help him fine I have other stuff to do anyways!". After that she stormed off.

What was the point of love if it only hurt others more like herself. Why did she even fall for Batwing. She couldn't even answer that question. She felt so retarded. But something stopped her in her tracks. One question that she never thought about Why was she in this world. If it wasn't to have a happy life with kits and a mate then what. Why can't starclan be more clear...

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Now she knew she had to leave. Just by how Silverpelt reacted, she just couldn’t stay here anymore. She didn’t’ belong. She had to leave. The whole thought was dropping down in her chest, like an anchor, but that didn’t matter. She was upset that one cat would get so upset over this, that she wanted to be with him. Most would think it was so she could see if he gets better, because she saved his life. Yet, this cat seemed to be taking it even further.

Snowfeather sighed, and rose to her paws, ‘I’m sorry I upset your friend, I should go. Go comfort her.”

She looked down, and then back up, “I’ll leave you be, and her, and your whole clan…” when she saidt hat, it wasn’t in the normal tone that she spoke in before. It seemed kinda… well, it sounded like a little kit voice, all squeaky-like, “I… I’m sorry.”

She shook her head side to side, and then walked off. Snowfeather didn’t belong there, and she understood that. At least, she thought that. Only because of how Silverpelt reacted…

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[atrb=background,http://oi56.tinypic.com/2me38ee.jpg] The warriors ears preshed against the top of his head as she began to laugh again. Was Snowfeather laughing at him? Or at his comment? Either way, it almost... bothered him. "What's so funny?" he questioned. "Oh... Batwing... I don't want you to do anything for me!" she mewed with a purr. "Just you getting better is good enough for me." As her mussle made contact with his shoulder, he only muttered, "I suppose..." "I can help you guys back, but..." Snowfeather began, looking more worried then anything. Worried about being caught, he guessed. "I'll leave when we see the entrance. Is that okay?" Batwing's breath caught in his throat for reasons he couldn't explain. Part of him wanted her to stay. He had yet to catch anything, anyways. The thought of coming back to camp, drenched, tired, and empty pawed didn't really appeal to him. But it was true-he needed a bit of rest after that appidemic-and if he had to go back... "If not... I can go..." "That... won't be necessary..." he relpied quietly, seeing the pleading look in her eyes. At least, that's what he thought it was... "If we do return to the camp, you can come back with us." "Ooo... Batty's got feelings for a girl~!" came that snarky meow once more. The tom tried to imagine who that voice might belong to... Who did any of these voices belong to? Perhaps they were the voices of past warriors...? StarClan cats, perhaps. 'What? Th-that's obsurd! Why in StarClan's name would I have feelings for someone?' he shot back in silence, his irritation visible as he dug his claws into the ground and let his eye twitch. Out of all of these silly voices that plagued him, this was probably the most annoying of them all. "The fact that you insist that you don't like her only goes to show that you actually do~! And hey! I'm not annoying!" Batwing rolled his eyes, already tired of her sing-song like tone of voice. 'What? I do not! And yes. Yes, you are annoying.' "Watch what you say! If I could claw your face, I would!" 'Hah! But you can't!' He could hear her laughing at him, so smuggly, it could only have belonged to this voice... "Oh really...? We'll just have to see about that..." It was then that she fell silent. Not that it mattered to him-her voice was making his head throb. Snapping back to reality, Batwing turned his attention once more to his clanmate. She looked... uncomfortable. Embarrassed. But why? Did she not like the idea of a loner on their territory? And she had seemed so worried about him after he got out of the water... But why on earth would she...? They were just clanmates. And she had stormed off on him before. Why the sudden change in her actions towards him? When she opened her eyes, the tom couldn't help but flinch. Such sadness such... envy? Was she... jealous? But of who? ...Him? "Maybe she just wants to be alone with Snowfeather... Looking for another friend, maybe...? But why would she feel so strongly about this? Or is she still mad at me...? Arg, why should I care? I'm going to be as soft as the moss I sleep in, at this rate!' Another thought came to him. 'Is she jealous of Snowfeather...? No, that can't be it. She was so mad at me before, and, even though she did come crawling back here, that doesn't necessarily mean she's forgiven me... right...? Oh, Lostsong, what would you do at a time like this?' The she-cat's fur had began to bristle, and the black cat was prepared for her to leap at him-or Snowfeather-and attack. Or, at least, something of that sort. But her fur began to lay flat as she cried, "I'm fine! And if you want to help him, fine. I have other stuff to do, anyways!" She sounded furious with the two. But what had they done wrong? Nothing that he knew of... "What's your deal?" he demanded before the she-cat stomped off once more. Why did she always do this? She'd done the same when he was talking to the annoying voices that dirtied his mental state, and now she was doing to same to... who knew what. "Wait!" he called, taking a step towards where she had disappeared. "I'm sorry if I said something wrong... But can you at least tell me what?" The warrior bit his lower lip in anger. If she was going to run off, she could've at least told him what was wrong. But, then again, no one ever told him what was on their mind before... Why would they tell him now? He let out a deep sigh and turned to his only remaining companion. "I honestly have no clue what that was about... Do you have any ideas?" The she-cat echoed his own sound as the got to her paws. "I'm sorry I upset your friend," she said. "It's not your fault," objected the tom with awave of his tail. "You didn't do anything wrong to her... Maybe she really did have other things to do." "I should go. Go comfort her." He had to resist the urge to shout, 'No!' again. Snowfeather's words were somewhat correct-loners were not tolerated on clan territory. But something tore at his heart at the thought of her leaving to a place he might have not seen her again. So, instead, he muttered, "When will I see you again? You saved my life, and for that, I won't ever forgot you. But I need to make it up to you... Somehow... I know you don't need me to, but it's something I feel I need to do. You have to understand that..." "I'll leave you be, and her, and your whole clan... I... I'm sorry." Batwing couldn't bare to see her leave... Someone who had shown kindness that he didn't shove back in her face like he usually did. Something he couldn't shove back in her face. "There's no need to be sorry. You've done more for me in that one guesture then anyone has since... Well, someone died..." As the white loner began to pad away, out of site, he screamed at his paws to move, to go chase after her in some dramatic approach. But they wouldn't move. "Don't worry, Batty..." came a sypathetic sounding voice. "At least you have us..." The tom let out a deep growl, clawing up earth with his claws. "You're the whole reason I got into this mess! I hate you all! Why can't you just leave like everyone else in this fox dung world seems to?" He collapsed to the ground, to exhausted to do anymore. Two cats had been here. Two cats who had actually seemed to care for his well being, and that was more then he had ever asked for. And now, both of them were gone, and he'd done nothing wrong. Nothing... Not this time. 'Just... like... mother...' he breathed in silence, not moving. ['He took her from me... and he never payed the price... And that was... the wrost crime... of all...' Clenching his jaw, the black warrior rose to his paws. "And I will never, ever and up like him..." Silverpelt was his clanmate, so unless she went and got herself killed, he should've been able to see her again. Snowfeather, on the other hand, was a different case entirely. She was a loner who roamed the land as she pleased. But that also meant tracking her down would be difficult. He closed his eyes and tried to think. "I might not see Snowfeather again... But I have to find out was upsetting Silverpelt so much... If not, she'll hate me untill the day she dies... And maybe even in StarClan..." He paused, thinking over the two facts carefully. "Gah! Why can't life just be easy? Whatever. Snowfeather'll probably smell like, well, water, so I'll have an even harder time tracking her down... And Silverpelt's my clanmate... But... Snowfeather reminds me of... her..." once more, he pondered his own statement. "Silverpelt it is." With that, Batwing raced in the direction he saw his clanmate storm off. 'I hope I'm not making a big mistake...' he thought, grimly. "Silverpelt!" he called as he approached the area where her scent was strongest. "Where are you? Don't worry," he added after a moment of thought. "I'm alone. Snowfeather left." Holy Shnuggabunkies! 1392! NEW RECORD!! For me, anyways... word count. I was tempted to type a bad word somewheres, but then I decided not to. And this post FAILS. notes. Zimmy and Night! tagged. Better yesterday, when I was hyper. That must be where I get my muse from... muse.

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Silverpelt found a old fox den and settled by it. The scent was stale and it smelled much of flowers. Though her scent would be strangest around here. She was so mad she started clawing up dirt. Why couldn't Batwing be less blind. How could he not see how Snowfeather felt about him. A rogue a... a... LONER!!! Just because she saved his life she met him! Snowfeather aggraviated her so much... But she couldn't stay mad at her forever. It wasn't something she could do. She would hurt Batwing and Snowfeather if she did. She hated emotions so much. Soon she just stared at the ground. Her mind was blank she didn't know why... But she ccouldn't think of anything. Soon she heard yelling but ignored it til it got closer. Soon it started running through her mind in echos "Where are you? Don't worry... Where are you? Don't worry...". She came back to present.

She ran out of the fox den to see who was calling... At first she didn't see anything til she walked through some ferns hanging from a low tree. She hated the idea of someone coming after her. ut she didn't recongnize the voice when she wasn't paying attention. Soon she saw Batwing and she backed out through ferns hoping he didn't see her. She was still mad at him for not noticing... But she would never hate him.

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Something bugged this she-cat a lot, and she didn’t really know what it was. She was still walking away, slowly, and she couldn’t help but feel upset. She felt so strange—unlike herself, and she wasn’t sure if she liked it completely. She knew what it was, in a way, and she knows how it always turns out. It always ended up with one of the cats leaving, and she didn’t want that.

Snowfeather bowed her head, in an upset manner, ignoring what the tom was saying. She had to go—no matter what was said or done. She didn’t like it, but… she had to. She had no place here. Silverpelt didn’t like it, and who says any of the other members of Thunderclan will? For all she knew—Batwing could be pretending this whole thing, the part where he wanted her to stay. He probably wanted her to leave just like Silverpelt. Yet, she couldn’t get that tom’s scent out of her scent-glands. She already knew what all of this meant, and she KNEW it couldn’t happen. No, I will not, I will not!

She was already out of ear-shot, and she hissed in outrage at herself. How could she—Snowfeather—feel like this about another tom? What about Ravenstone, or… Hawktalon? Remember, they disappeared! You don’t know where they are! Either way, you didn’t go back for Hawktalon, only Ravenstone! a voice growled in her mind, Ravenstone soon never came back… and who says Hawktalon would even accept you back? He probably found another she-cat!

The white she-cat’s purple optics started to get pools of tears in them—and it soon went down her face. Why, though? She didn’t care much if Hawktalon found another, mostly because she left… so it would have been her fault. She shook her head, and wailed, “Why me?! Why should I be cursed with this?!”

Snowfeather breathed heavily, and sat on the ground, “I can’t fall for another… It won’t end well!” she kept telling herself this, over and over… but it didn’t seem to make much sense in her mind anymore. Something was nagging at her, to get going, to catch that ‘mouse’, before another ‘cat’ does. That’s when she rose to her paws.

I know I’m a loner, but… maybe, maybe…

She didn’t have time to think. She opened her mouth, and tried to pick up his scent. That lasted about a second, and she didn’t even pick it up. She only managed to race back to where she put him beforehand, her ears upright, erect. This white she-cat didn’t even know what she was going to do, all she knew was… she didn’t want to leave. Not yet. Not now.

Snowfeather managed to get back where she left, and pressed her muzzle down on the ground. Her red-tail-tip—which was an incident from Luckclan with Leo, who clawed at it--, twitched back and forth. She was determined to find this scent, and she already found it quick and fast. Her mind wasn’t even rolling with thoughts, she didn’t even know if she had a real purpose with all of this. She just HAD to be by him. At least one last time—just one more time. She didn’t want to leave yet, which seemed to be so obvious.

Come on, come on… she muttered in her head, her paws prickling with unease. She suddenly stopped dead. She didn’t move, What if this is a mistake… he might chase me off… he might want me to leave…

She shook her head. She couldn’t worry about that right now. All she knew was that her paws were prickling, and she wanted to be sure that he was okay, and that that… oh she didn’t even know. She WAS going to find him. She was determined about this fact, no matter what any cat said right now, she was going to find him again.

Snowfeather quickly found his scent again, and charged after it. Then she slowed into a jog, her ears perked. She heard his voice, but she couldn’t really make sense of what he was saying, so she soon crouched down, with her belly on the ground.

She slowly slid over in his direction, and soon saw him in sight. She was about to run out and greet him, until Silverpelt’s scent came to her nose. She only knew that it smelled familiar, she didn’t know it by name, and she knew it was hers because of what else was mixed with it.

I’ll just stay here…and wait for the perfect opportunity to say hi again! she thought in triumph, her tail swishing back and forth. She probably looked like a cat about to attack an intruder, but she was spying… only to make sure it was safe and okay… That isn’t bad, is it?

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Silverpelt felt alot of emotions right now... Mostly it was love and jealousy. She didn't know what was happening to her. She never relized how much she loved being around Batwing til Snowfeather showed up. It's like Snowfeather unlocked something in her that she never knew about. These feelings... they were unfamiliar. She never knew what love and jealousy felt like. It hurt so much to see him with another she-cat he loved and to love him when he doesn't love her back. She felt so lonely and sad. No one understood her truly. No one ever would not even Batwing. She could fake a smile every now and then... Why is it that she can't find true love. When she does it destroys her life. She can't trust anyone anymore. Staying in this fox den made her feel comfortable. She felt like this was her... home. She wanted to stay here forever. But she knew someone would find her.

When Batwing found her she better had a good excuse. Hopefully Batwing wouldn't notice her. She wanted to stay alone... forever. She didn't need anyone but herself. Snowfeatther could have him it wasn't worth fighting over him. No matter what happened she would love to stay here. But they would send out search parties. But maybe she could hide for a few moons til everyone forgot about her... No that was a bad idea! She couldn't spend one moon away from her clan. She loved them to much. Why did her life have to be so difficult.

For some reason her heart always felt hollow.... Til she met Batwing. She wished Starclan would giive her a chance with love... She wanted to spend her life with Batwing. If she was a medicine cat this would be easier. But what if she told him then maybe he would understand why she acted that way... NO! She would never do that! He would never understand he loved Snowfeather she knew. She wanted a mate she could trust. That loved her first. One that would never leave her side. She sighed heavily and thought more on this topic. This wasn't easy for her.

She wanted and needed something to keep her lively and happy. Batwing was the fire she needed. He was brave, courageous, and lovable. No matter what other people thought of him she saw something else inside of him. He would find her soon. The flowers couldn't cover her scent forever. She needed something to cover her scent. She wanted to find him so badly but she held herself back. Hopefully the ferns didn't move after she disappeared behind them. She didn't want Batwing to find her so soon.

She remembered back in her child-hood where she could watch Batwing everyday practicing his moves. He was so fast and brave like he is now. Then she came back to the present and shook her head. She needed to stop thinking about him. He had Snowfeather or atleast she thought he did. Snowfeather was probably with him right now. She would never have a chance with him. Snowfeather had him fair and square. She wished she could go back in time and fix everything...

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[atrb=background,http://oi56.tinypic.com/2me38ee.jpg] The black tom was about to give up on searching for Silverpelt. He could scent her, or at least, he thought he could, but there was no indication other then that that she was around. Oh, what was he doing? This wasn't like him-not one bit! So what was the point of chasing after her? She probably hated him anyways! "I knew I should have gone after Snowfeather... No.. I shouldn't have gone after anyone! I should've just yelled at them both and remain the lonely, less confused tom I am... Or... think I am..." Shaking his head vigorously, he muttered, "I wasn't made to be a chatterbox. I guess StarClan just wants me to have all enemies and no friends, huh?" The sound of ferns swaying behind him caught his attention and he swirled around to see what had moved. For a heartbeat, he could've sworn he saw the tip of an ear... So she was here! But why was she hiding? She must've been mad at him... 'I was right...' he thought sadly, looking down at his paws. I need to make it up to her somehow... Maybe...'

[/i] He froze, scenting the air one more time, just to make sure he was actually breathing in her scent and not going crazy. Sure enough, there it was-plain as day.

"You're mad, right? You wouldn't be avoiding me if you weren't. But can you at least tell me what I did wrong instead of letting me sit around, trying to guess?" He sat down, his typical angry expression returning to his face. "It's not from when I yelled at you before, is it...? I wasn't yelling at you... I guess I was... yelling at myself... And if you think I'm going to be this patient with you next time around," he said with a bit of a laugh, "I assure you, I probably won't be so pleasent." It wasn't funny, what he had said, but it was the truth. He always wound up alone in the end due to his bitter nature. 'And it's all his fault...' he added in silence.

"It's okay... if it's because you hate me..." he hissed quietly. "I... I've only ever known people who... hate me... And I'm alright with that. What I'm not alright with is people turning their backs on me when I think there's actually someone... who cares... You're not... that kind of person... are you?"

Another faint smell hit his nostrals only heartbeats after he spoke. It was the other she-cat, Snowfeather. A sudden since of... some emotion came over him. He couldn't quite explain it, as he had only ever felt this way once... At least, of what he could remember. But that was when Lostsong still walked ThunderClan's land as a living warrior. He had never understood what it was, exactly... It felt... awful... But he said nothing, didn't even look towards where the white loner's scent was coming from. She could come out when she wanted, not when he told her to. 'Why does everything have to be so difficult...?'[/b][/color]

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Silverpelt had tears swelling up in her eyes. She knew Snowfeather was here she could scent her easily. She wanted to run out there to Batwing and tell him evrything... But she couldn't do it with Snowfeather around. She had to do something to keep Snowfeather away. Its not that she hated Snowfeather it just bothered her with Snowfeather around when Batwing liked Snowfeather and snowfeather liked him. She sucked in a deep breath and slowly got up to face him. She didn't want to but the ferns were only a few fox-lengths away. She was going to run but something was telling her to wait. She would leave soon just not now. All these shenanigans made her upset. She wished snowfeather never showed up but she would never hurt Snowfeather.

If Batwing wanted to be with Snowfeather she wouldn't stop him. She would never mess with love. She will find the right tom that loves her for her. She gathered up her courage and walked towards the ferns. She took a deep breath and walked out. The sun glimmered on her pelt that made her look very beautiful. She opened her eyes to which sparkled in the light like her pelt. She spoke slowly "I'm not mad at you Batwing... But mad at myself.".

Then she said "I could never be mad at you Batwing. I-I love you... But I can see you love Snowfeather. I'm not mad at her either. I- I was just jealous. If she makes you haappy im not going to step in the way.". She was glad to get that over. Soon she stepped back into the ferns. If Batwing wanted to speak he could come get her himself.

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The white she-cat's fur was turning hot with embarrassment. She kenw they both knew she was there, but she wasn't ready to come out. Not yet, not yet...

Her ears flattened against her head, and she stared at the other she-cat. She looked a lot more... well, she looekd more beautiful than herself. At least, Snowfeather thought so.

The words that the she-cat said next, made her mouth open wide with amazement. That wasn't true! I mean-- there's no way he could... Right?

That's when she stepped out. Snowfeather looked at the two, and stared at Batwing for a few seconds longer thanthe she-cat. Her gaze turned to her.

"N..no. That's impossible. No tom would love me-- ever. Not again. He doesn't love me, that isn't true!" she squeaked, her claws raking against the earth below her, underpaw. Her ears still flat against her head, she let out a whimpering sound, as if something was clawing her. The real reason for it-- was because she didn't want him to. She didn't want him hurt. Or herself.

She saw the she-cat pad back in the ferns, and she looked over at Batwing with... some emotion that was hard to tell what it was. It was too mixed to pinpoint what it really was. It was all confusing.

"I.. you don't, do you?" She managed to ask aloud.

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[atrb=background,http://oi56.tinypic.com/2me38ee.jpg] Batwing was finding himself growing more impatient with every heartbeat Silverpelt remained silent and made no movement-at least, not that he could see. What was taking her so long? Was she even there? 'Knowing my luck, she's probably not. I'm probably just calling to someone who doesn't even exist. That ear tip I saw... It must have been my imagination. There's no possible way that could be her. She wouldn't stay silent this long... unless she's really mad... Come on, Batwing! If she is there, say something that'll at least lessen her anger! It's the least you could do when she's that mad!' He was just about to give up and head back to camp when the ferns shook and Silverpelt poked her head out. "I'm not mad at you Batwing... but mad at myself," the warrior meowed to him. Mad... at herself? What, did she think she'd said somethong wrong earlier? 'Maybe some past guilt's come biting back at her... Not likely, but...' Looking her over, he hesitantly said, "Why are you mad? You've done nothing wrong. At least, not that I know of." He had to resist the urge to hiss, 'Unlike me...' "There's no reason to be mad at yourself, is there...?" But what she said next made him freeze. "I could never be mad at you, Batwing," she began. Was it just him, or did she seem a bit uncomfortable. "I-I love you..." The black tom's breath caught in his throat. "Wh... What? No, you don't really... love me, do you? This is just some... joke... right? Right?" The she-cat carried on, "But I can see you love Snowfeather. I'm not mad at her, either... I-I was just jealous. But if she makes you happy, I'm not going to step in the way." He hissed, "What? When did I ever say I loved Snowfeather? You're... You're just overreacting. Yeah, that's it. There's no need to be mad, no need to be jealous, we're all just... overreacting. Alright, now that we have that all figured out, we can just go back to what we were... doing before..." It was then that Snowfeather decided to make her appearance. "N...No. That's impossible," the white female said, echoing his thoughts. "No tom would love me-ever. Not again. He doesn't love me. It isn't true!" The black tom turned to look at the white she-cat, his eyes round with worry. "You don't acctually think that, do you...?" Someone like her deserved someone nice... Something he would never be able to provide... When Silverpelt disappeared into ferns once more, he stayed where he was. "I... you don't, do you?" Snowfeather managed to choke. It seemed as though she was dependent on him saying no. But he didn't know what to say. Yes? No? Maybe so? "I... I... I don't know. I honestly don't." He stared at his paws for a moment before coming to stand beside her. "I... I'm sorry..." 484 Words. notes. tagged. muse.

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Silverpelt found it easy to go back home but she had no idea how to get around them. She heard them carrying on and rolled her eyes. She hated when cats denied things that could be true. This was like a love triangle about to be destroyed. Because she was leaving. She could find another tom besides Batwing. She felt like she was waiting for something big to happen. Something to come bursting through the ferns and attack her. She knew nothing like that was gonna happen. She rested her head on her paws. She didn't want to listen to them talking all the time. She could've drifted into a nice sleep but she didn't. She didn't want to sleep or hunt. She could all the time in the world until she died to do something different. Why was Snowfeather yelling about him not loving her. It was true she could tell and it doesn't take a mousebrain to figure this out.

She could just walk out there and past the cats to camp. But that wasn't like her to do that. She stood up again and shook her fur. She hated being lazy alot of the time. She looked towards the ferns and decided it wasn't time for her to walk out there yet. She didn't want to and she wouldn't. If anybody wanted to talk to her they could meet her back here. She didn't like moving around to much she needed energy for something important. She had been out here for what seemed like forever. She wanted to see what they were doing but she didn't. Sometimes she didn't have feelings she just acted nice. Most of her feelings take something to trigger them. She didn't understand why it was like that but she didn't care.

She decided it would be time to walk out by now. So she slowly padded to the ferns. When she was half-way she heard something crack. Her fur bristled right away and she looked towards the trees. Then a mouse came out. She didn't attack it for prey and she didn't know why. This mouse seemed... different. She put out her paw to the mouse. She watched as it slowly came over and onto her shoulder. She giggled this one was so cute. She might as well name it. She decided she was gonna name it Whiskers. It seemed normal to name a mouse tthat. After that she walked out of the ferns and into the field and she looked at Snowfeather and Batwing then down at her paws.

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Well, that was better than a 'yes', she guessed. Yet, she wasn't glad by the answer. She was scared. She didn't want to get witha nother tom-- and it would be even worse than usual now. She's a loner, not clan-cat. Even if she was, she would be part of Riverclan... not Thunderclan...

Oh, no! This just can't happen, no no no!

She shook her head, and then looked at Batwing. Snowfeather just stared, and softly whispered, "Please... don't... dont' love me, it might be a mistake if you do!"

She clenched her teeth, and shut her eyes tightly. She wished that the wind would blow her away. Not like, it would be that hard. She wasn't even eating that well, so, yeah, it was easy to see her rib-bones, but... that didn't matter now.

Snowfeather couldn't. couldn't. couldn't. could NOT fall for another tom. She won't allow it. Yet... she felt like pressing her flank against the tom's. She didnt' though. She usually always got this feeling around toms-- yet this seemed just a little stronger. She didn't like it.

Snowfeather knew Silverpelt was around, but she didn't dare move. She didn't dare... she didn't even speak. She didn't want to. She just stayed where she was, her claws dug into the ground, her eyes shut tightly, and her teeth clenched.

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Silverpelt looked at the two of them. They looked cute together kinda. Except one problem she was a rogue so if he loved her that was a problem. She was still bugged by this and it felt weird sitting here. Normally she would leave and go back to camp. But something kept her here. She looked at Whiskers and all the mouse did was squeak. She started to laugh and she probably would draw attention to herself but she didn't care. Whiskers was like a friend she never had. It was too bad he had to stay in the forest. Hopefully no one would hurt him he was different than most mice. She was glad he was on her shoulder. Because of that no one could attack him without knocking her down. She watched the two patiently with Whiskers. Her tail swished back and forth. The sunlight made her fur shine like she got sprinkled with water.

The sunlight felt good on her fur because of the warmth. Her eyes a blue color like the ocean or sky. She felt like this moment would never end. But it was going to soon if Batwing popped in. But he was to busy with Snowfeather. She could live like this forever if she didn't have to be in a clan and do stuff. The warmth would be like this forever until green-leaf ended. She wanted to stay here forever like stone. Whiskers way sleeping on her shoulder peacefully. She was peaceful and warm. So was Whiskers if she could enjoy this moment a little longer that would be great. Batwing can spend time with Snowfeather. She opened her eyes to be staring at the sky. It looked beautiful... and peaceful like she was.

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[atrb=background,http://oi56.tinypic.com/2me38ee.jpg] The black tom could feel unease wafting off Snowfeather. Great. His awnser had only seemed to upset her... And it seemed to upset himself, as well. 'You don't know? What do you mean 'you don't know'? Arg... I'm getting softer by the heartbeat...' Absent mindedly, the tom began to wash himself. When he was irritated and couldn't speak out or stressed in general, the tom had once done this to calm his nerves. Appearance was everything-if you didn't wash yourself everyone once in a while, you'd smell like crow food. Would anyone respect someone who smelled like that...? 'Okay, Batwing, one of your clanmates just confessed her love to you and the other is begging you not to love her when you're not sure if you do or not. What are you going to do?' He paused, wondering if there was anything he could do. 'Well, for starters, kick my butt for not being able to tell her straight out 'no', and then fix this whole mess. What happened to my cold deminor? Everyone'll think I'm some sort of softy!' "Please... don't... Don't love me. It might be a mistake if you do!" Snowfeather pleaded so quietly that he could barely hear her. "I... I..." What was he going to tell her? No can dos vil', baby doll'? '... They already think I'm soft, I'm sure. Do I want them to think I'm completely out of my mind? Make up you're mind, Batwing. You can do this. It's as easy as catching a mouse!' Taking in a deep breath, he looked away from her. "I... I won't." It was then that Silverpelt came back out, only this time with a... mouse? "What are you doing with that... vermin on your shoulder?" the tom question through unamused eyes. "Prey's meant to be caught, not played with." He looked the gray tabby over, his green gaze raking her pelt. He let out another sigh-this day seemed to be that kind of day. "You're not planning on keeping that, are you? Riddlestar will have a fit if he sees you walking into camp with an unkilled meal." Silverpelt was oddly silent during that time, leaving him somewhat confused. "Why so quiet?"[/color he asked. "Fox got your tongue?" ((And, just for Night...) Orange Juice! Orange, orange, orange, orange, orange, orange, ORANGE JUICE~!!) word count. notes. tagged. muse.

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Silverpelt licked the mouse on the head to keep it clean. She patiently waited for Batwing and Snowfeather to finish. When she knew tey finally finished she looked up. She heard *What are you doing with that vermin!*. She started to bristle, she wanted to yell at him. But she wouldn't and she let her fur lay flat. She was aggraviated with him. This wasn't just a vermin. She spoke slowly and calmy "He isn't just any vermin. His name is Whiskers. He is different from most mice. Also im not keeping him. He is staying in the forest.". Hopefully that would convince him. Probably not though he was hard to convince. He was rock hard not soft as a feather. She was totally offended he called Whiskers a vermin.... A VERMIN!!!

What kind of cat would call Whiskers a vermin. That is so annoying. She would be rude to him if she wanted to. But that wasn't her style. She would stay as sweet as a flower. Or is supposed to be anyways but she is. She was glad to meet Whiskers. He was fun to have around even though he didn't do much. She looked at Batwing straight on. He looked mad and irritated. She didn't mind though. She still wasn't scared of him, soon she stood up and Whiskers scurried to her back.