THUNDERCLAN POV:
Bumblestripe ( 3 Dovewing )
Song: She's A Lady-
And how can we fight when I'm too busy loving you?
I'm too busy loving you.
I'm too busy loving you.
SHAKING MY FUR WILDLY, I began to uncurl my dusty, striped black and thin gray pelt. Squirrelflight was curled around her paws, snoring softly, still completely tired from her journey to the mountains. Dovewing was narrowing her ears, flattening out her wild, but brilliant-colored fur. "Hi Dovewing." I said uneasily, smiling a bit. She whipped around, as if she didn't see me. "Hi, Bumblestripe." As if I was walking on air, I shifted uneasily, groaning. "Um.. uh..." "Bumblestripe, Dovewing, Berrynose! If you aren't too busy walking on StarClan's air, I asked you three to do a hunting patrol with Sorreltail and Cinderheart!" Brambleclaw yowled, ruffling out his oak-brown fur, glaring with auburn eyes. "Such a stinky odd furball!" I joked with Berrynose as he grunted in agreement. Dovewing was pretty much pouncing on air, bored, with her golden eyes shining. Padding forward, I looked at the medicine cat's den as Briarlight pushed up and down, puffing sightly. Millie, my mother, was overreacting, yowling at Jayfeather, which, oddly, he replied softly and went back to work on my sister. I wish she acted like she had more than one kit...! Blossomfall has... Been getting wounded, just like Ivypool. Does she want to get hurt to be noticed? Shaking my head, I let out a soft, irritated sigh, following right behind tri-colored, fuzzy-pelted Sorreltail. Cinderheart suddenly bounced in front of me, looking cheerful, "Me and Bumblestripe are going to hunt near the Sky Oak. It's pretty close to Green-leaf, and we should see if there's any squirrels running around." Sorreltail blinked and nodded, heading off with Berrynose who looked at me, glaring with his sharp, dark emerald eyes. I began to wonder why everyone was grumpy at me, but I followed Cinderheart. Suddenly she whipped back to me. "Is something wrong?" "W-what...?" "You and Dovewing seem distant." Cinderheart said blankly, staring, her gaze boring into me. "I don't know." I admitted, my tail drooping on the path, sighing. Shrugging, she seemed to know more of this than I did.
When I came back, it was sundown. Cats were busy, Poppyfrost was teaching Cherrykit how to pounce, turn, and claw. A move Lionblaze usually did. Dovewing wrenched up a large, plump, fuzzy-pelted vole from the full, tinted colors of the fresh-kill pile, looking up at the sky once in awhile, worry glittering in her eyes. Then she shrugged it off and looked in my direction. "Hey, Bumblestripe, want to share a vole?" I nodded, smiling. Some part of my mind was wondering why she was looking at the sky so much, but both of us sat by a small stump in the camp, slowly eating, trying to fill up our stomachs before it was time to sleep. Dusk rolled on, warriors going in and out. Dovewing soon finished, looked at me, blankly staring, and bounced off. Letting my nose drift around the camp, I tried to scent what was happening. After awhile I grew numb, rolling on the dirt, bored. Soon, I stretched up, yawning , scenting Dovewing in the mixed pack of aromas. Padding off to the Warriors' Den, I curled right next to her, a small, rough purr clawing my throat. Whitewing bounced in with Birchfall behind her, both smiling, purring, talking about odd things before sleeping. I wrapped my fur up, my tight paws under my neck. Dovewing shifted uneasily, muttering some words. Pricking my ears down, I heard... "Make the voices stop. Please..." Before I could say anything sleep clawed my eyes, darkness and night, a blanket over dullness vision.
AN: OH MY GOD SOMETHING NOT ABOUT ASHFUR.