Rainstorm pads out of camp, her mind fixed on nothing but to get away from her camp. Her warrior ceremony was wonderful, indeed. She skirts across the territory, dew sparkling on each leaf. The forest looked like a new, clean, environment. The scents were all heavy, the scent of humidity drowning every other prey scent. She pads along the CloudClan border, relishing the feeling of the wind on her fur. She always liked CloudClan, because you can always feel the freedom, the wind, the soft grass under-paw. Rainstorm sat down, and hums a song, a four-note melody. She especially liked CloudClan territory, because of the mockingbirds. She loves coming here, and let the mockingbirds echo the song. It would ring all around her, and it would soothe her problems.
Thunderstorm was walking along the CloudClan border with his Clanmate's patrolling the border. He saw a StormClan she-cat, and he heard her sing. He stopped, ears twitching as he strained to hear the melody. But his eyes widen as he notices the mockingbirds repeating. Cloudfur, an older female she-cat heard her sing aswell. "Rainstorm is good, I must say." Cloudfur sighs. "I always hear the mockingbirds sing her songs." Cloudfur mews, and she heads off to mark a tree. Thunderstorm's nose twitched, and he pads after his Clanmates, patrol following. But he couldn't help shooting glances at the cat. Well of course, he heard allot of males in the Clan talk about her. Weird, considering they were enemies. But all of the toms in the Clan seemed to like her. Thunderstorm always scoffed how ridiculous they are, gossiping like little apprentices.
Thunderstorm sat down, grooming his chest-fur. Willowtail, one of his friends came over. "What are you doing?" she asks him, tail twitching. He found out that he was staring at Rainstorm, stopped in mid-lick. To be honest, he would look really funny. "Oh, nothing," he blushes. Willowtail smirks. "Come on, you crazy furball! We are going hunting!" She meows, padding toward the heather. "Unless you wanna sit down and daydream all day!"
Rainstorm saw a tom watching her from CloudClan territory. His burning gaze rested on her made her pelt itch. She locked eyes with him for a moment, before his Clanmate, Willowtail, called on him to go. "Come on Thunderstorm! You can't sit out on the moors all day!" She calls to him. Rainstorm watched Thunderstorm heave himself to his paws, and pads away shooting her one more glance before the heather rustles, leaving Rainstorm alone. Well, she thought she was alone until Lionfire's scent bathed over her.
"Lionfire." Rainstorm twitched her tail, gaze still on the territory where Thunderstorm left. Lionfire purrs, and sits down beside her. "How are you?" The warrior asked. Lionfire earned back his warrior name after him and to his distraught, he and Stormheart fought off a dog that attacked one of the apprentices earlier that quarter-moon. "I'm good," Lionfire meows, following her gaze to the CloudClan territory. "What are you looking at?" he asks, his ears twitching as if he was picking up prey scent. "I saw a CloudClan patrol walking around, marking the borders." Rainstorm told him. Lionfire stiffened, and smelled the border. "I see Thunderstorm was here," he mews. "So Thunderstorm was his name?" Rainstorm's gaze was emotionless. His eyes narrow. "You didn't talk to him, right? Or get too close to him?" Lionfire's claws unsheathe and he prepared to hear the answer. "Don't be stupid!" Rainstorm snarls, her fur fluffing up. "Do you question my loyalty to my Clan? What in the name of StarClan would I want to do with a CloudClan cat?" she hisses. "I...I don't know," Lionfire mews quietly, looking at his paws.
Rainstorm only stomps off in the territory, taking out her anger on the ground. She saw Stormheart sitting down, alone, with his eyes distanced, and pale. His eyes flicker back to normal as he sees Rainstorm. "Hey," he meows softly. Rainstorm sits beside him. "What were you doing?" she asks, her anger disappearing, replaced by curiosity. "You seemed, tense." She says.
"Tense?" he purrs. "Nah, I'm just thinking." He mews.
"About?" Rainstorm presses.
"My future. How to solve the quarrel between me and Lionfire." He sighed.
"What happened between you and Lionfire?" Rainstorm asks, her warm gaze burning on his.
"Rainstorm..." He trails off, his mew quiet.
All of a sudden a scream erupted from the forest, flames engulfed the forest.