She woke up to a cat poking at her and she swiped at the intruder. The cat jumped back surprised when she hissed at them.
"Silvermist, it's me, Sootheart," He said.
"Sootheart?" She questioned, "What are you doing here?"
"I came here because I am sick of Fireclan and their wars," He replied, but his eyes said; and because of you.
She snorted. "What if a cat from my clan comes and finds you here?"
"Silvermist, we're medicine cats, and our clans think we could never be together. Please, come with me!"
"What of our kits? Do they mean nothing to you?"
"We can come back and get them!" He yowled. "At the halfmoon, when the other medicine cats come to share tongues with Starclan, we can find out about the kits from the others." He nuzzled Silvermist. "Once we are free from the clans, we'll get them. They're kits! How hard can they be to take?"
"But the Airclan cats have wings and they can fly up into their treetop camp. They will find us easily!"
"That's not true. One of us can keep guard while the other grabs the kits. The queens won't stop us."
"They might alert the warriors that are guarding the camp…"
"Well, if they try to stop us, we'll fight." Sootheart flexed his claws, startling Silvermist. When did he become so much like his clan? "There is nothing any cat can do to stop us from getting our kits."
"You've changed Sootheart…" She said, frightened.
He curled his body around her, nuzzling her affectionately. "I'm sorry if I've scared you." His tail entwined with hers. "It's just I can't stand to think that every other cat out there wants to stop us from just being one, happy family."
"Maybe we should talk about this in the morning," She yawned.
"Alright. Goodnight, Silvermist." He gave her an affectionate lick on the forehead before turning and padding out of the den. She watched him leave, before curling up tighter and dozing off again.
