Ravenpaw gazed through the trees, worries filled his head though his white tipped tail was high. "Hello?" he called, looking down into a huge hollow. Suddenly, without warning, a weight dropped onto his back. He growled, twisting desperately in an attempt to throw his attacker, black pelt bristling. Then he smelled the tom's scent and recognised it. Firestar! "Get off, you great lump!" he purred, finally dislodging his friend, worries temporarily forgotten.
"Ravenpaw!" Firestar laughed. "Ha, I got you good. You've gotten strong," the leader added more seriously.
"The mice in the barn have fattened me up!" Ravenpaw joked, nudging his flame coloured friend.
"What brings you here, Ravenpaw?" Firestar's emerald green eyes darkened in concern for his friend, and he rested his tail on Ravenpaw's shoulders.
"If you would allow me, now that Tigerstar is dead, I would like to rejoin ThunderClan," Ravenpaw mewed anxiously.
"What do you reckon I'm going to say?!" laughed Firestar happily.
"I dunno," grunted Ravenpaw, tail twitching.
"Yes, mousebrain!" Firestar snorted, cuffing his best friend playfully over the ears.
Ravenpaw dipped his head to his friend. "Thank you, Firestar!"
"No problem at all," the leader meowed, "Follow me; do you remember the way to the camp?"
"Of course I do! I remember this place like I do my own pelt!" called Ravenpaw as he raced towards the hollow. "Race me!"
The two friends ran straight to ThunderClan's camp, tails streaming behind them, air rushing through their fur. Ravenpaw halted, panting, at the foot of the hollow, behind Firestar, who, because of his size and strength, had won the race. The leader stood in front of Ravenpaw, facing the camp entrance. "We'd better go in," said Firestar. "The Clan will be wondering where I've been!" Ravenpaw nodded, and the flame coloured tom led the way into the camp.