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Featherpaw layed in her nest. It had been a long, boring day working in the elders den. Whitepaw had been there to help Featherpaw but all he dis was complain about how much he wanted to be out of camp and beating Windpaw in battle training.
Featherpaw turned over in her nest again. For some reason she just could not fall asleep and it was really annoying her. He closed her eyes and sighed.
After a minute of listening to the snores from the other apprentices something moves on the left of Featherpaw. Driftpaw. Featherpaw knew who it was without looking. The last few nights he had gotten up and left the den... I wonder what is going on.
Featherpaw kept her eyes closed and her breathing steady untill she heard him exit the den. She wanted to know what was happening with her friend.
Featherpaw stood carefully in her nest and headed for the entrance of the den. When she stepped outside she sa her friend, Driftpaw, hurrying out of camp.
It was the day before a full moon so the light from the moon and stars where there to help Featherpaw see far in front of her. She thanked Starclan for that as she made her way across the camp and out the entrance.
She broke into a trot as she almoust silently followed Driftpaw through the forest. So her suspicions had been correct. He usually said he was just going to the dirt place but, really? Every night?
Featherpaw slowed as they reached the border. This was the border that touched no clan, and the same place she had wound Driftpaw as a helpless wounded kit abandoned in the forest.
Featherpaw stopped and stepped into a bush to hide her white and gray fur that probably shown slightly in the moonlight.
"Soul?" Driftpaw called. Featherpaw peeked through the bushes, carefull not to make a noise as she shifted. From the angle she could see him standing in a small clearing, almoust over the border line.
Driftpaw's gray tabby fur shown slightly in the moon light and his blue eyes reflected the stars as he gazed around the empty clearing.
"Good, your here Drift." A she-cat purred. She stepped out from the shadows of a tall tree and into the much less shadowy clearing.
Featherpaw felt her blood run cold. She knew this cat... This is the cat who killed Driftpaw in her nightmare!
Her sleek pitch black fur blended into the shadows. You could only tell she was there by her one white paw, and the fact that her blue eyes seemed to glow in this light.
"Hello Soul." Driftpaw touched noses with the small, skinny she-cat. The she-cat looked about his age, but again Driftpaw was still smaller then this short cat. That was kind of odd.
"I'm glad you finally showed up." Driftpaw went on, his eyes showed his relief and happiness to see her. "I was beginning to think you forgot about me."
"You Drift? No." The she-cat purred. "I'll never forget you." She sat down and curled her long, skinny tail around her front paws.
Driftpaw sat down as well, looking up at her. "So how has life been for you?" He asked.
"Still a pile of fox-dung, you know." The she-cat smiled a toothy smile at the tom. "What about you?" She and sniffed at him. "You don't even smell like the Drift I know."
Featherpaw clawed at the ground under her as she tried to stay quite in her bush. She hated this she-cat and was afraid of her but she wanted to know more about her.
"It's pretty good." Driftpaw shrugged. "But I can't say I miss living with you and the group, though." He paused. "I have been learning a lot here too. And met some pretty nice cats."
"Oh really?" Soul mewed, not sounding vary impressed. "What have you learned?"
Driftpaw seemed uncomfortable all the sudden.
Is he telling Thunderclan secrets to this cat? Featherpaw wondered. She wanted to step out and tell him not to, to yell at him or do something but she knew better. She knew to stay hidden.
"Well I have actually learned to hunt." Driftpaw started. "Minnow and Lark never taught me that!" Soul rolled her eyes.
"Hunting is not important Drift. That is why we have all those older cats. They do our hunting while we practice fighting." Soul reminded him firmly in a loud voice. Her glowing blue eyes flashed angrily down at the small tom. "I thought you came here for a different reason, not just to learn to hunt stupid rats."
"I know Soul." Driftpaw looked at the ground to his right and flattened his ears. "I'm sorry Soul." He paused. "May I go on?"
"You may." Soul mewed with a flick of her tail. Her eyes narrowed.
"I also learned plenty of clan fighting moves. I have learned the secrets of Thunderclan and I am sure there are more to come." Driftpaw told her, straightening up and looking over at her again.
"What secrets do you know?" Soul asked, leaning forward. She froze though. "Drift. You seemed to have broght a friend along with you." Soul raised her muzzle to sniff the air.
Featherpaw froze, heart beat quickening. Had Soul smelled her?
Soul turned her blue gaze to the bush, eyes emotionless, she stood and headed for where Featherpaw sat.
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