Snowfall was sharing tongues with Poppynose when Bluestripe stalked over towards them. Snowfall stopped mid-lick, Bluestripe was very upset.
"I need to speak with you in private." He meowed stiffly to Snowfall. The light brown tabby tom got to his paws and followed Bluestripe to a more private area of camp. Snowfall sat down and they sat in silence. Snowfall kept looking around awkwardly, but Bluestripe stared at him angrily. Bluestripe finally spoke and his voice shook. "I miss you, and you don't even care." He hung his head. "I didn't want to tell you because you seem so happy, but I hardly ever get to speak with you."
Snowfall had no idea that his friend felt that way. "I'm so sorry." He meowed sadly. "I didn't even notice that I wasn't paying attention to you. I'm really sorry. We can go hunting anytime we want; I'm sure Poppynose will be fine with it."
Bluestripe sighed and stared at the ground. "That's another thing I wanted to talk to you about. I love Poppynose as much as you do."
Snowfall widened his eyes apologetically. "Well, sorry you feel that way. Too bad she's my mate."
Bluestripe chuckled and licked Snowfall's nose gently. "I know, and I will always respect that. You're my best friend and I would never to anything to jeopardize that. I miss you too much when we don't talk to each other at all."
Snowfall blinked happily and they looked over at Poppynose playing with Reedwhisper's kits. They knocked her over and she laughed her lovely laugh. "Stop it Harekit! Stripekit, stop biting my tail!"
"She'll make a wonderful mother." Bluestripe meowed quietly. Snowfall nosed his shoulder. "Want to go hunting?" He asked.
Bluestripe nodded excitedly, so Snowfall padded over to Poppynose and told her they were going hunting. She nuzzled him lovingly and he bounded back over to Bluestripe.
"Let's go!" Bluestripe meowed happily. They padded out of camp and followed the scent trail of a rabbit. They got to the falls and they tried to pinpoint the scent, but it had disappeared. The scent of the water must have washed it away. Snowfall sniffed the air. "It's Thunderclan scent!"
"We are kind of close to the territory, maybe it drifted over." Bluestripe shrugged. "I know you're close with Softpaw, if other cats are as decent as her, Thunderclan cats are okay."
Snowfall shook his head. "Not many are as decent as her and her mate. I don't think we should just let this go. We should follow it."
Snowfall winced as another scent from Thunderclan wafted to his nose. They smelled of trees and undergrowth. Snowfall had no idea how they could stand being underneath trees all the time.
"It's getting stronger." Bluestripe whispered. The two toms crouched and kept following the scent. Snowfall heard a quiet argument going on.
"Shh, we're on a different clan's territory." Came a small meow.
"Ow! Don't bite me!" Came another small meow.
"I want to go back home." Yet another voice whined. Snowfall leaped out from where they were hiding. "What are you doing on Windclan territory?"