Okay, I have to apologize for not updating sooner, ive been grounded from the computer, and so my mind has just been creating more an more chapters in my head, and now im getting a migrane finally being able to put them onto the computer… *Sigh* please forgive me, ill think about you guys before I do anything stupid again
*offers you each a cookie*
Enjoy, and this chapter, if I might say, is decatated to BrightSun03, who has offered countless suggestions and pawfuls of support! 3
Also, in RANDOM ORDER here are the top three names for Emberpaw's warrior name:
Emberheart, Emberwing, Embermoon NEW POLL IS NOW UP!
YOU DESIDE WHICH ONE IS THE ONE! Probably a week until she is a warrior… and I have the perfect name for Troutpaw's warrior name^^
Okay, enjoy!
Emberpaw had been debating on what to do for less than a heartbeat. She couldn't believe her ears; Omar wanted to help her escape?! It didn't sound right in her head. Her stomach agreed.
"No, I'd rather just be taken back by your leader instead of sneak out; if we are caught, I may never go back home." She replied, not daring to look into the huge tabby's cold eyes.
"Fine, if that's the way you want it," his mew carried to her, Omar already walking away. The indifference in his tone secured her suspicions, which it would not have ended well for her if she had agreed.
Hawk watched Omar go, troubled. "I don't understand why you didn't agree, but I'll make sure you're not lonely! Wait here, I'll be back soon!" and with that the tom bounded happily away, and Emberpaw made it back into the barn to catch another mouse for her empty belly.
She ended up catching two more mice, and she ate to her stomach's content. She was relaxed, but she missed her home, and even though mice were still good, her mouth longed for fish, and, of course, she missed Troutpaw. Emberpaw wondered what he was doing right now, probably worrying his head off. She began to purr in amusement at the thought of Troutpaw pacing around the clearing, when a small voice crawled into the back of her mind.
Like he'd be missing you! He's probably playing with the kits, or flirting with Beetlepaw, or even praying to Starclan that you never return; Remember, no one there needs you.
The voice was right, but as much as she knew this was true, she couldn't help but worry about him and her clan. She was about to start fretting about him and the clan again when she heard happy yowls and giggling from the trees, and peeked out to see what was going on. There, behind Hawk, were three other cats, two slightly bigger than her, and one about her size. As they got closer, she could tell that there were two toms, one with black and white fur and these ice blue eyes, and the cat her size, a slight brown tabby tom with bright, hungry amber eyes. The white she-cat with brown dapples walked a little ways behind them, not running but padding happily and watching the two toms play fight with an amused sneer.
Hawk came into the twoleg den and found her watching, purring at her slightly nervous expression. "Don't worry, they're all great, and they're all a part of the Darkforest, so don't worry about that!" he chuckled as her shoulders drooped a bit in a relieved sigh, following the cream tom to the others.
"Okay, guys, this is Emberpaw."
She awkwardly nodded her head, and heat flowed into her pelt as they all started laughing.
"Emberpaw?! That's so weird!"
"I know, what kind of name is that?!" the two toms crowed, cackling and circling her. Emberpaw, not wanting to hurt the idiot toms, kept her claws sheathed as she cuffed them both roughly around the head, stifling a purr as they both fell to the ground, stunned.
"You may call me Red, if you are so against Emberpaw." She sniffed, studying their wary expressions as they got to their paws.
"I'm Toby, but in the Darkforest my name is Thorn," the smaller of the two announced, nodding to Emberpaw and backing away a couple of pawsteps. "And this is Ace, known as Cold in the Darkforest; we are both sorry for making fun of you." Emberpaw was surprised that they apologized, but happy that this wouldn't stop her from making some new friends. Ace nodded, his cold blue eyes gazing at Toby.
"I can speak for myself, you know," he mewed dryly, flicking Toby's ear with his tail. Then, the black and white tom padded closer to Emberpaw and sniffed her.
"So, this is the cat that challenged your father, Hawk? She doesn't seem like much."
Red leaked into her vision. Excuse him?! How dare he judge her on how she looked, when she was sure that she could give him a run for his prey in a fight! Emberpaw searched her mind for a sharp retort, but the small piece of sense she had just told her to let it go, which she did, with a lot of difficultly.
"I'm glad you think that way," Emberpaw muttered, making sure the rude tom heard her, but he said nothing in response. Hawk, not wanting a fight to start, egged on the two toms into another play-fight, and Emberpaw made her way over to the white and brown dappled she-cat. Emberpaw decided not to say anything, but instead watched the three toms fight happily; of course their claws were unsheathed, but it didn't seem like they were trying to cause any harm.
"I don't think your name is silly," the she-cat said quietly, smiling at Emberpaw and rolling her eyes at the three cats to their right, who were throwing moss balls at each other.
"Toms, they never seem to want to grow up, do they?" she said, amusement rolling off of her.
"No, they don't." Emberpaw replied, chuckling as Hawk was turned around by Ace, and lost his balance.
"I'm Nuga, but you can call me bright, that is what everyone calls me in the Darkforest." Emberpaw was stunned to find a hint of bitterness in her mew as Bright spoke of the Darkforest, but didn't feel like right now was the right time to ask.
"So, are you related to any of them?" Emberpaw asked, trying to create a conversion.
Bright pointed with her tail to the Toby, who was pummeling Cold's ears with his swift forepaws. "He's my littermate, and Ace and Hawk are my mother's sister's kits from different litters, so we are all kin here.
Emberpaw, starting to notice the same characteristics in all four of the cats; the wide-set shoulders, the upturned eyes, nodded. "I had a brother, Stripepaw."
"Had?" Bright inquired.
"We were separated from each other as kits."
"Oh, just like Hawk?"
Sorry for that bad cliffie, im sort of rustie… ^_^''
Okay, VOTE PLEASE ON THE NEW WARRIOR NAME POLL!
Till next time,
Myla, the alter ego of me