Shira the Mage: Maybe you're right, and maybe you aren't...
Pebbleshine: LOL
GUEST: What, do you expect me to update every hour? I need to actually write the chapter, you know.
And don't expect the story I'm using with the poll to be published anytime soon. But you guys really seem to like the name Sleet. Just remember that you can totally suggest names, too.
Sorrelpaw saw the loner towering above her, suddenly. She almost flinched, but she decided to make herself snarl instead.
"Who are you?" she demanded. The cat purred slightly and didn't answer. "Where's Hollypaw?"
"Oh, the black one? She's fine, right now."
Sorrelpaw wasn't sure if she should try to charge or leave. She almost decided to charge when she saw a small glimpse of her sister, who was also looking at her. Her dark gaze clearly read to leave. She hissed and left.
"Sorrelpaw!" Birchfall called, running up to her. "Where have you been?"
"Hunting," she grumbled.
"You smell like WindClan. Sorrelpaw, tell the truth."
"Okay, fine! I was at the Moonpool."
"Birchfall! Have you found Sorrelpaw?" the deep voice of Bramblestar called.
"Yes, Bramblestar," he called back. The dark tabby tom raced up.
"Sorrelpaw, may I speak to you? In private?"
"Um, sure, I guess," she shrugged. He looked at Birchfall and the warrior left.
"Where exactly did you go?"
"To the Moonpool."
"Why?"
"Because that's where Hollypaw is."
Bramblestar looked at her. "You should've told me earlier."
"I know, but... I just couldn't."
"Did you see her?"
"Yes."
"The loner?"
"Yes."
"Is she okay?"
"I think she is, but when I saw her, I didn't see blood on her."
"That's good. He probably won't hurt her so you'll come."
"That's true. I hope so."
"Alright. Thank you, Sorrelpaw."
Sorrelpaw left from her dismissal, and she padded off back into the woods. She wouldn't go back to the Moonpool, but she just needed some time to be by herself again. She found a quiet spot and sat.
She had actually seen Hollypaw, and she was fine, but the loner said that she was right then, which meant for Hollypaw to be rescued, or for Sorrelpaw to turn herself in.
She felt a strange, but pleasant feeling on her shoulders. She looked up and saw a shimmering black cat with their tail draped across her shoulders. Because of appearance alone, she could tell it was Hollyleaf, Hollypaw's namesake.
"What should I do?" Sorrelpaw asked her, desperate. Surely a StarClan cat would know.
Hollyleaf's whiskers drooped a bit. "I'm sorry, Sorrelpaw, but this is entirely your decision." Hollyleaf got up and began to pad away.
"At least give me advice!" she yowled after her.
"Do what you think is best." The black she-cat darted into a shadow, and disappeared.
That was all Sorrelpaw needed to hear. She started back to camp. She wouldn't go back to the Moonpool yet. She would wait until the time was just right.