The white cat, patched with mottled silver, crept through the bunches of sleeping warriors and out into the moonlight. She quickly sped out of the camp as quiet as a feather, then leaped gracefully over brooks and streams to the border between her and CliffClan.
"Stormfeather?"
The cat called out quietly into the canyons, then twitching her orange tail-tip.
"Foxfrost!"
A deep purr echoed across the night, and a handsome brown tabby leaped over a shrub and went over to her. He rubbed his muzzle across hers. She replied with a happy purr, and her green eyes closed. Her twitching tail-tip lay still, and her fur rippled, her black tabby markings catching the moonlight.
"Any trouble going out of camp?"
"For you, no."
"Never for you, too."
They pulled apart, and Foxfrost purred,
"Race you to the flower cave!"
Stormfeather growled as she sped off lightly. He leapt after her, strong leaps going after quick flight. He caught up to her, but Foxfrost was always ahead a few tail-lenghts. Finally, they arrived at a small crack in a huge boulder. They slid in, and once through the squeeze, the race went on into a clearing. There, Stormfeather toppled onto Foxfrost.
"You run...faster now."
"If that's possible."
Foxfrost's fake haughty reply made Stormfeather purr with amusement.
"How long do you think we've been meeting each other?"
Stormfeather tipped his head in thought, his black markings glowing in the faint light.
"Almost..almost one season."
They sat in silence.
"Oh! Its time to go."
Stormfeather glanced up at the crack in the cieling.
"True. Goodbye, my love.
"Goodbye."