Sleetfoot's Arrival

[Sleetfoot]

**I'm not quite sure if she's out of the log or not**

**KK**

Sleety saw her claw shoot out of the top of the logs. His muscles tensed but he didn't jump from the tree. His bright blue eyes focused harder on the new hole in the log.

This was starting to get boring. All he wanted to do was sink his long teeth into the warm flesh of his kill but he would not let her have the satisfaction of a longer attention span. And so he waited.

[Bluesky]

OoC:// She's still in there she just ripped a big chunk out of it, lol.
Make sure to edit your post so that we don't have these random OoCs in here, 'kay? ^^ You prolly thought of it, but I wanted to make sure. P: //

Bluesky finally sighed and picked up her kill. There was no way out of the now-stuffy logs other than the way she'd gotten in, so she had to slip out. She kept her muscles tensed, ready to dash out of the way if a snowy cat came catapulting down at her. She glanced around, straining into clumps of snow for bright eyes, and coming up with nothing.

[Sleetfoot]

His eyes widened. It was about time! But he had lost the fun int he game. He didn't care about tackling her anymore, he was just happy he had won. He trotted away from his perch and up to her, eyes glinting. "Looks like I won, furball."

Despite everything he had gone through not long ago, he had a playful tone with her. He was happy that he found somewhere he would be safe, at least for a few days before he had to move on.

[Bluesky]

Bluesky snorted and tossed her head, strutting away arrogantly. "If we take too long and don't bring back enough prey, Wildstar will be disappointed."

[Sleetfoot]

"And it is bad to dissapoint your leader." He cought up with her, slightly smug but not really showing it. He pulled ahead to lead her to the place they had burried the prey.

[Bluesky]

Bluesky stubbornly kept her own pace, refusing to let him goad her into a race. Stupid full-of-himself foreigner.

[Wildstar]

Ooc: I figure you two have had enough alone time. It's time for some random Wildstar intervention!

Bic: Wildstar shook her paws for the twelfth time she had left the camp. The sticky snow insisted on clinging to her fur, then half-melting, gathering yet more snow. The grey clouds overhead made it impossible to tell what time it was, but, judging by her empty stomach, it was past lunch.
It wasn't that she had been waiting for the two cats to bring back food, she just refused to eat anything until she had them back in camp. They had been gone for a long time now, and leaving Lightfur in charge of the camp and looking for them on her own had seemed like a good idea at the time. Now, she wasn't so sure.
Their tracks were almost gone with the light, but constant, fall of snow. It was going to take her ages to find them if they had changed direction when they had left, but, for the time being, the black she-cat stayed on what she hoped was their original course.
She couldn't help but shiver from her exposure. It was excellent to hunt at night in the summer, when everything was jet black in the shadows, but, the snow covered everything, leaving her a great black spot in the middle of a white desert.
'But, I can't turn back. I would never forgive myself if they got lost, or worse, killed on my territory.'
Fluffing her fur out, Wildstar ploughed through the belly-deep snow, heading for the woodpile, an old relic left by Twolegs from before MountainClan had arrived.
'If they're not there, I'll have no choice but to turn back, this is as far north-east as they can go, without plunging over the waterfall.'

[Sleetfoot]

Sleetfoot raced ahead, glancing back at her every few seconds. He closed his eyes and turned his face up do the skys. Thenowfall was plesent as small flakes dropped onto his pelt, keepign him nice and cool. He wasn't far fromt he camp when he smelt something. It was a cat, and one he had met before. He thought for a few seconds before placing it as WIldstar, the jet black leader of MouintainClan.

She was going offin a north-eastern direction. He wondered where she had been going. He looked up at the sy and noticed the cloud cover. They had been gone a lot logner than he had realized. He glanced back to look for Bluesky but she had fallen far behind him. He decided to follow Wildstar's path rather than wait for Bluesky to catch up.

[Wildstar]

Wildstar had stopped. Weariness and confusion had taken their toll on her mental capabilities. The snow refused to let up, and there was still no sign, not even a scent of the two cats.
Hanging her head shamefully- a luxury the she-cat never indulged in outsider her own company- Wildstar resisted the animal urge to yowl her frustration to the skies. Instead, her nostrils were filled with the scent of fresh pine needles.
'Pinestar?' she thought. 'Where are they?'
They will come to you. The voice was not audible, but, there was no denying that the she-cat had been led by her old mentor.
"Thank you," she whispered, lifting her head. With her new-found reassurance, it would be easier to wait. In fact, Wildstar was so willing to trust Pinestar, that she would have gone back to MountainClan's camp and waited, had she been blessed with the spirit of patience.

[Bluesky]

Bluesky growled to herself in annoyance as Sleetfoot peeled off to the side ahead of her. Turning her head to see where he was going, a familiar scent reached her through the prey. Wildstar? What? She decided her leader was more important than pride, and took off at an angle to meet with up with the snowy white cat. Peering ahead, she wondered if her leader had been looking for them. She glanced quickly up at the sky, seeing that it was much later then she'd thought. Foxdung! She hated worrying the black cat, who always had enough on her mind anyway.

[Sleetfoot]

**I din't qquite understand this line: - a luxury the she-cat never indulged in outsider her own company- **

The white tom bounded forward. After a few minutes searching he found te small black spot. thankfully, having found what he was looking for, he slowed his pace and walked up to her side. He didn't go flying off the cliff's edge. "Wildstar?" He asked quietly, not sure what exactly the she-cat was doing out here. He did not wish to desterb her.

[Wildstar]

Ooc: It basically means that Wildstar never does anything of that sort when there are other cats around. It's just a more complicated way of phrasing.

Bic: Wildstar met the white tom's eyes (really the only thing she could properly see in the snowy wasteland), with her navy blue ones. Bowing her head slightly, she called up to him.
"Well, I never, Sleetfoot. You'd send your own mother to StarClan with worry, wouldn't you? I've been looking for you since," she looked up at the sky, "erm... for a while now. You'd best finish up your game and head back to camp. There's something I wish to discuss with you."

[Sleetfoot]

The white tom couldn't help but grin. "No, my mother went to StarClan of her own accord. On a silly search for a better home." His smile fadded slightly as he looked north. He dipped his head to the large mountain that stood between him and where he used to live. He hopped beyond all else that his father had found a better place that wasn't full of demons.

But his short grieving period was over. The white tom turned back to the back she-cat; his smile had returned. "Lead the way."

[Wildstar]

Wildstar smiled slightly, her eyes full of amusement. "My Clan said the same thing to me when we left our home to come here."
Turning back the way she had come, the black she-cat couldn't help but notice that it had stopped snowing. Pinestar, even though he was a StarClan warrior, still found ways to humour himself. Her pawprints were completely visible against the snow, like seed crumbs leading to the den of a squirrel.
Chuckling to herself, Wildstar headed back to camp at a leisurely pace, calling back to the two cats. "Go on ahead if you like, but, stay within sight. You two are like a couple of apprentices, and we wouldn't want a repeat of today's incident."

[Sleetfoot]

**lol, pretty snowflake...**

Sleetfoot looked back at her with curiosity. He was about to ask her about what she had said when she started back for the camp. "Wait!" He called out to her. He ran forward to catch up witht he black cat, tripping over his paws, not something he did often. But he didn't care. He cought up to the leader. "Wait. What do you mean you left your home?"