Of course, it always beat being a rogue on your own. And Tigress knew better than any cat how bad that was.

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When Bear returned to camp later that evening, he wore the telltale signs of battle: he walked with a limp on his left hind paw, he was covered with wounds, his ear looked shredded. Lion was still no where to be found, so Tigress took it upon herself to treat her brother's wounds.

She applied marigold to the open wounds, then padded cobwebs on to stop the bleeding. While Bear held the cobwebs on to the worse cuts, Tigress trotted out of the den.

The brisk air nipped at her skin, her coat still thin and glossy, unprepared to the colder weather. She ignored the bite of the chill, trotting out of camp in search of Lion.

At first, the scent trail, though slightly stale, was easy to follow. However, it quickly grew fainter and fainter, until Tigress came up with nothing. She backtracked several times and tried different directions to find another part of the trail, but came back with nothing. Frustrated, she sat beside a tree, where the scent trail ended.

She was trying to think of any place Lion might go, trying to force memories of him telling her something, anything that might lead her to him. It wasn't like she liked having the brute around, but he held the gang together, and she didn't know what to do without him. The unfamiliar situation, and the possibilities, made her worry.

A rustling to her left made her jump, having been so drowned in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed a cat walking up behind the tree. Her first thought was that it was Lion, but when she got her sense back, she realized the scent was much different. It was something woodsy, more earth-like. Like soil, or grass, or maybe tree bark, mixed with the individual scent of the cat.

The cat, of course, was Sherlock. He sauntered up to her, head held high but tail swinging uncertainly.

"Tigress? Hello-o-o-o, Sherlock to Tigress." He said good-naturedly. That slight smile, almost a smirk, was still there as always.

She snapped her gaze to him, the sharp amber locking onto his grassy green.

"What do you want, pest?" She growled, taking two steps back, trying to get some distance between them. She ignored the odd feeling in the pit of her stomach, forcing her exterior to be as fierce as always even though inside, it was complete turmoil.

"Just saying hi," he replied, sitting down. He looked calm, all relaxed and casual, but his eyes followed her paws as she backed away. He briefly wondered why; was she afraid of him? Nervous? Excited? Maybe she was busy, and he interupted her, or she thought he was someone else. His brow furrowed for a second before he shook his head slightly, putting on that relaxed, casual expression.

"You shouldn't be here." She stated bluntly.

"Why not?"

"I told you to stay away."

He was quiet for a moment, regarding her with a careful, even gaze. When he spoke again, his tone was matter-of-factly.

"You told me to stay away from your camp. You're pretty far from it, you know." He rose to his paws, taking a step towards her. She resisted the urge to step back. "Out here in the forest, this is any cat's turf."

She met his eyes, amber locking on green for all of two seconds before he stepped back and turned to leave.

"But I won't bother you. You seem busy." He said, glancing back at her over his shoulder once before turning around again.

"Wait!"

He stopped mid-step, but didn't turn to look at her, waiting for her to continue.

She was frozen, though, words suddenly the last thing on her mind. Why would she do that? Why would she tell him to stop, not to leave? She was busy. She had to get the rest of the herbs back to camp. Why would she want to waste time talking to a loner?

When she didn't say anything, he turned around slowly to look at her, a questioning look in his eyes.

"Are you going to speak or just stand there frozen like an icicle?" Sherlock asked matter-of-factly. He was curious as to why she had stopped him, when she seemed so eager to get rid of him just moments before.

"I..." She stopped, still not knowing what to say. Suddenly, she remembered the dream.

Sherlock was turning to leave again, when she blurted out,

"Did you have the dream, too?"

His eyes were as wide as saucers as he spun on his back paw to face her. His heart sped, his brain buzzed.

"Did you...the dream...You had it?" He asked, shocked.

She shook her head. "We can't be thinking of the same thing. It was ridiculous of me to think-"

"Not very nice to be the one without knowledge, huh?" He interupted, adding a snarky tone for effect.

She stood frozen, unknowing of what to say, what to think.

"How did...How do you...?" She stuttered, tripping over her words.

"I had the same dream." He said, his voice sounding normal except more confident by now. "It was really sunny, and you were sitting by a stream. It wasn't muddy, it had smooth pebbles along the banks."

He had described the setting of the dream, and some of the dialogue. It must have been the same dream.

"How is that possible, though?" Tigress asked, befuddled. "No two cats have the exact same dream, it's absurd!"

He was silent for a moment before he said softly, "They say StarClan sends dreams to cats...sometimes the same dream to different cats, to try and bring them together."

"What? That's...ridiculous..." She trailed off, once she actually started thinking about it. She didn't really believe in StarClan, though she wouldn't really get in an argument over it, she just never really thought about it.

"Well...Just might be something to think about." He said, looking up from his thoughts to send a soft smile towards Tigress that he was pretty sure she didn't catch.

The she-cat in question shuffled her paws a bit, feeling nervous. Was he implying that he thought they should be...mates? She shook her head, no, that was definitely ridiculous. He probably just meant that they should be friends, or get to know each other better, or that he should join the gang. Her mind was trying to figure out every possible reason he would say something like that, anything that wasn't that he thought they should actually be together, as in, together together. Because that was impossible, of course.

"I...Uh...I have to get back to camp." She said, feeling the air thickening around her.

He nodded. "Right, I see. You know, we should see each other more often." At her stunned look, he elaborated. "You know, perhaps share tales of bravery and cunning, gloating about our achievements and whatnot. I'm guessing you don't get to do that much in your gang."

When she thought about it, he was kind of right. Sure, she could talk to her brother about stuff like that, but it wasn't the same, especially sine he was often in whatever story she told.

"Yeah...Maybe we...should?" It didn't really come out the way she intended it too, mouse dung why was she having such a problem with words right now. She was never this goofy and awkward.

Sherlock's smile grew. "How about the full moon, then? Here?"

She nodded, the slightest of smiles on her lips. "I'll see you then." She said, then watched as he trotted out of the clearing, tail held high with excitement. She waited a few moment more before gathering the herbs and heading back to camp, nervous and slightly excited, even though she knew she shouldn't be.

A/N: Oh my gosh, it feels weird writing about expressions with cats, I mean do their faces even have the muscles to do that or what -facepalm-

Anyway yeah I'm sorry I'm so bad at updating! I'll try to update more regularly or whatever, I promise. :)

Review if you liked it, if you didn't reivew and tell me why so I can fix it! And I typed this while my hands were shaking so please excuse and/or tell me (nicely) any typos you see! :)