Chapter One
Swiftspirit relaxed as she climbed onto the top of the hill: there was no reason for her to be tense lately. After all, it was the middle of a warm and sunny greenleaf in the clans' territory this year, and her clan had the benifit of speed. Without it, they would have been a group of rouges and loners, a disbanded clan. That would never happen! she thought as she caught sight of a muscular feline figure just beyond the edge of the forest and the moore. "Hey there Drakefang!" Who says I can't be friends with a ThunderClanner?
"Hello Swiftspirit! It's a pleasure to run into you here," meowed the red tom as she padded over to him: towards the boundary that seperated the two friends and forbade them from seeing each other, excepting gatherings and battles. "Would you like to go hunting with me? I mean, you don't have to…" she spoke as she blushed, feeling lucky that her thick fur hid it from him. She had had a crush on this tom her whole life; memories of rubbing shoulders at gatherings and their long apprentice friendship filled her mind whenever she saw him… If only he knew. Oh, but he's a ThunderClanner, they say. A little dishonesty never hurt… did it?