R&R, please! This is my first try at my own charries!
Prologue 2
Evening of Singing Winds was carried from Clouddapple's mouth. She was holding her gingerly, and Evening waved her tail to the mountains. Being a kit, there was nothing that seemed to calm her boredness, but the gales were too strong, the wind was to warm, the air was too easy to breathe. It was so different that it made her unconscious.
Time passed. Clouddapple wished that she had accepted the Tribe's offer of sending another cat to help her, because this kit was sturdy! She grunted as the little she-cat swayed in her jaws, dangling motionlessly as she watched with dark eyes. Clouddapple stepped over a twig. A voice surprised her.
"What's so good about the clans, anyway? Bunches of bozos..." a voice muttered. With a started twitch as Clouddapple's gray tail passed over some thorns of rose bushes, she realized that it was Evening. She had heard many things about her mind, how she thinks, from her brother. Clouddapple hoped the the herbs of the medicine cat will wipe out the kitten's memory if she was to have a normal clan life. If she wanted to have a normal clan life: a 'bozo's' life.
They finally reached the lake's edge. Luckily, there were no Riverclan warriors around. Clouddapple crossed the plains and, gladly, with Evening quite asleep, crossed the Riverclan border. But something happened that made her white feet freeze, not in fear, but in annoyance.
"You there! You're tresspassing Riverclan territory," came a gruff voice from behind, getting louder. Clouddapple sure woud've wanted to interrupt, but kept her tongue, as it also would've been very idiotic and mousebrained, arguing and starting a fight on enemy land. Her ears flicked as she turned and dropped Evening, still asleep.
"What are you doing on our territory, you rogue," a tabby snarled, she-cat by the sound of it.
Clouddapple replied tartly, "I am a Windclan warrior came to retreive this kit," she pointed at the huddled gray and cream body on the ravine, "from far away. She was taken from a rogue when she was kitted, and Windclan had permission to get her back from the moment the gathering started. I have had 7 sunrises to do the journey, and I have come one day early."
Clouddapple puffed out. As if these pieces of fox-dung dared to not believe her! Maybe Riverclan cats ate memory-wipers, as they had just discussed this sunrises ago. The Windclan leader came up with the story. Only he and Clouddapple, along with the Tribe, knew Evening's true origins.
The tabby bristled and hissed, but a slender she-cat with blazing ginger fur mewed as calmly, "Of course, but we will have to make sure." The cat dispatched a silver cat to examine them. Clouddapple sat, dignified, as the cat sniffed her over.
"Right," he mewed to his clan mates, "There's Windclan alright, and a funny smell, a bit windy and rocky, from the kit."
"Alright," the tabby snarled "We believe you. But get across there fast or I attack." Clouddapple snorted as the tom finished his threat and, and the ginger she-cat scolded him. Clouddapple raced back from the way she came. She wasn't fast, but she could last long, one of the primary reasons she was able to make the long and hardship-filled route to the moutains and back.
The familiar smell of home came up the gray and white warrior's nostrils. She breathed deeply, knowing how much she missed that scent. Her eyes snapped open in gratitude of comfort when a voice called, "She's back! And she's got the kit!"
The first thing Clouddapple saw was the medicine cat mix some herbs.