Chapter 3
The twoleg was heading straight towards the two cats. Runningwind noticed a twoleg kit following it's mother around. When it saw Willowpelt it went right over to pick her up.
"Willowpelt!" Runningwind yelled out, but Willowpelt was too stunned to answer.
She closed her eyes and tucked her head close to her chest. "Help me Runningwind!" she cried.
"Drop her!" He yelled at the twoleg kit, but it did not understand.
Suddenly the twoleg kit's mother pat it on the head. It slowly let go of Willowpelt and the twolegs left. Willowpelt laid there on the floor motionless. Runningwind quickly ran up to her.
"Willowpelt! It's all over." He panted.
She was still in shock. Her eyes were wide open with fear. "I'm fine." She managed to say.
"We better go before more come." He urged her.
"More?" she trembled.
"Let's hurry now." He pulled her up by the scruff until she got her balance back. "We must warn Bluestar about the twolegs." He considered. Willowpelt nodded in agreement.
"Let's go." She said after she recovered. The two cats dashed off to camp.
As the returned, they brought back a mouse and two voles. They both dropped it into the fresh-kill pile then headed straight towards Bluestar's den. The young leader was sitting there happily. When she saw the two panting cats she quickly changed her expression.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
Runningwind turned towards Willowpelt. "Well…" she started. "Twolegs came over, the kit captured me but finally let go. I didn't expect twolegs to be so dangerously close. Keep patrols on a look out." Willowpelt explained.
The blue-gray cat nodded. "Thank you. I'll tell everyone."
The two cats were excused. Runningwind wanted to ask if she loved him, but now he figured it was not a good time. He'd try later.
A few days later, Runningwind was sitting with Mousefur, chewing on a starling. Suddenly he noticed Willowpelt flirting with Darkstripe again!
"What a mouse-brained fool! He'll never get Willowpelt." Runningwind muttered to Mousefur.
The short brown cat purred with amusement. "Jealous?"
Runningwind twitched his ears and pushed Mousefur over playfully. "No." he retorted.
"It seems pretty obvious." She meowed.
Runningwind realized it did seem obvious. He looked over at Willowpelt again. Suddenly she turned away from Darkstripe and left. The sleek tom lowered his head and slowly walked away. Runningwind had to go see what was going on. He stood up and made his way towards Darkstripe.
"Why so dull?" he asked.
"Oh, quiet you! This is none of your business." He answered.
"If it has something to do with Willowpelt, then it is!" The brown tom exclaimed.
Darkstripe looked up angrily. "She said she didn't love me." He scowled. " Now leave!"
Runningwind scampered off. He began to purr, he was so happy that she had left Darkstripe. He wanted to spend more time with her, so he went looking for her.
"Hey, Firepaw do you know where Willowpelt is?" he asked the new kittypet apprentice. It seemed like the other cats weren't very fond of him because he was a kittypet but Runningwind didn't care, he always thought a cat is a cat and cats belong in clans.
The young apprentice shook his head. "Sorry Runningwind. But if I see her I'll tell her you're looking for her."
"Thank." Runningwind meowed. He went off to search some more. Finally he caught her scent. She was behind the nursery but she wasn't alone. He slowly crept up, he kept his stomach low to the ground and strained his ears to hear the conversation.
"Are you sure about this?" the mysterious cat said.
"Yes, Whitestorm. We'll do this for the clan." Willowpelt responded.
"Thank you." Whitestorm responded. "Oh, Willowpelt. You know I've always liked you and I'm glad you accepted."
"I've always liked you too, you were a good mentor." She mewed quietly.
Runningwind couldn't believe it! Willowpelt and Whitestorm are together? He was heartbroken. The young tom backed away from nursery. She's going to have Whitestorm's kits. She loves him…
Runningwind slowly walked to the warrior's den and settled down on a clump of moss. He sadly sat there, he watched Willowpelt and Whitestorm walk by. They touched nose and went on a hunting patrol together. Once the left Runningwnd slowly dozed off. All he could see was Whitestorm and Willowpelt touching noses…
"Why him?" he quietly wailed.
