Drowsily, she arose out of her deep slumber. Her gaze fluttering about like an amber butterfly, it rested upon the black tom who forced her to eat those darned poppy seeds. Feeling a hiss rise up in her throat, she cut it off and slowly rose up onto her brown paws.
She swayed nervously as she steadied herself. Her orbs flickered upwards, towards the dawning sky. Streaks of colors revealed the beautiful scene of the sunrise. Dawn… oh… how I miss you… Remembering her best friend caused her to shudder with grief. Those Clan cats had killed her. Feeling furious with them, her thoughts settled on Dusk - the tom whom she was supposed to mate with.
"Hah! As if I would mate with that furball!" she scoffed loudly, thinking about the dark Grey tom who had tried to become her mate through her best friend - who just happened to be Dawn, who also turned out to be Dusk's sister.
Cussing loudly, she didn't grieve for the death of her supposedly mate. Snorting, she turned on the tom whom she had barely managed to bring out of the brinks of the world of the death, and stormed into the forest. Following the scent of prey, she sniffed the air occasionally. Curiosity struck her when she scented fox, follow the disgusting scent trail, she journeyed deeper and deeper within the forest. The smell was horrible; and what was even worse was the sight of the fox.
Without warning, it lunged and soughed it's teeth into the she-cat's paw. Letting out a screech of furry, she unsheathed her claws and batted at the fox's eye. Rearing, the fox loosened it's grip before biting down harder, almost snapping the fragile bone in half.
A yowl rose up into the air as a black dart of fur flashed in the she-cat's range of vision. It was the tom.
With a couple swipes of his reinforced claws, the fox went sprawling into the other direction. Panting, the she-cat turned to her saviour. "Thank you," she whispered.
He only grunted. Silence filled between them before finally the jet black tom asked, "Hey, what's your name?"
"Amber, my name is Amber," she meowed, before glaring at him, "And what is yours?"
"Scourge." He grumbled before inspecting her paw closely, "It might get infected, you'll need to get that checked."
"I know," Amber, the brown feline, grumbled into his ear, "And I can take care of myself, thank you very much, Tiny."
"What did you just call me?" the small tom roared in her face, his deadly claws unsheathing. Amber eyed them uneasily before slightly smiling, the reinforcements had been torn off somehow during the fight with the fox.
"Tiny, because you are," Amber said, sweeping her tail across the ground. Matching Scourge's glare with her own, they were both deadly. This was how their "friendship" was formed. But obviously, she wasn't very much acted like Socks and Ruby acted to Scourge, but there was those moments when she acted sweetly. She didn't know about Scourge's past, however, so it was rather coincidental that she called him Tiny.