Stars

[Flamefur]

Under the dark black sky, in the center of the ThunderClan camp, Russetpaw sat and stared up at the bright stars that represented the cats that had died. Will I be one of them before my warrior ceremony, she thought.
The ginger she-cat's thoughts drifted back to Dandypaw and she felt a salty tear slide down her cheek. She could never be his mate.
Russetpaw found herself crying and hoped she could stay along, but half hoped that someone would come comfort her. No one trusted her ever since she attacked Redpaw, but the red tabby tom seemed to forgive her.
Redpaw padded up to her, a scar on his shoulder from her gruesome assault.
"What's wrong, Russetpaw?" he meowed, licking her ear. Russetpaw looked at him sadly.
"I can't forget about Dandypaw. He's Fizzlepaw's mate now. He doesn't care about me." she sobbed.
Redpaw entwined his tail with hers. "Everything will be okay. He hasn't chosen anyone as his mate, and he shouldn't until he's a warrior."
The russet colored she-cat forced a smile. "Thanks for coming to comfort me Redpaw." she meowed.
The red tabby tom smiled. "I did my best. You should come get some sleep. For all you know, your assessment could be tomorrow!"
"Yeah right!" Russetpaw laughed.
"Maybe!" Redpaw raised one eye and looked at her.
The ginger she-cat shook her head. "I'll join you in a second. I just want to take a bit of a break."
Redpaw nodded. "Well, get some sleep. I'll see you later." the red tabby padded to the apprentice's den and Russetpaw watched him curl up in his nest and fall fast asleep.
She looked back at the stars. One glowed brighter than ever right over her head and she thought she saw a glimpse of a beautiful red she-cat known as Redstar look down at her from it.
Russetpaw closed her eyes and lifted her paws up so she sat on only her back paws, letting the breeze toss her around slowly in the night.

[Spottedheart]

Night sneakily padded closer to the THunderClan camp. He looked in through one of the holes in the thorns and saw that Russetpaw fooling around on her hind paws. He laughed quietly before turning away.

[Flamefur]

Russetpaw heard the sound of chuckling and wheeled around to see a black tail disappear into the gorse at the edge of the camp. "Night?" she meowed.

[Spottedheart]

Night stopped and stood still for a moment before turning around. "Ya it's me," he meowed casually to her.

[Flamefur]

She chuckled. "What are you doing here?" The russet colored tabby licked her paw casually and stared at the handsome young tom.

[Spottedheart]

"Well I just thought I'd explore your territory for awhile before I return to where I came from," he gave a sad sigh then turned to go. "Well I'd better find a place to rest. See ya," then he turned and bounded away, but not too faraway so then the ThunderClan camp was still in view.

[Flamefur]

"See you!" she meowed, staring after him. She turned away and padded to the apprentice's den to see if she could get some sleep.

[Spottedheart]

Night stared into the darkness and wondered if he'd actually go back home. There was nothing there for him. His mother was dead, all the cats there were mouse-brained and mean, and he liked it here. He thought then that he'd make his decision tomorrow, so he lay down to rest. He tried to sleep but he couldn't, so he decided to go for a walk back to the ThunderClan camp.

[Flamefur]

Redpaw's ears pricked. He had awoken shortly after Russetpaw had settled in for the night. He scented Night and stalked out of the den, ready to challenge the loner if he came in.

[Spottedheart]

Night just walked around the perimeter of the ThunderClan camp and sat, knowing he shouldn't go in with out permission. He scented a tom on the breeze so he quickly went and hid in one of th thorn bushes.

[Flamefur]

Redpaw stalked by. He couldn't scent much in the thick layers of damp rain that hung around so he went back to the apprentice's den, still suspicious.

[Spottedheart]

Night gave a little sigh but knew he made a mistake because Redpaw came stalking back to where Night was hiding.

[Flamefur]

Redpaw frowned and scented the area. He soon gave up and returned to sleep.

[Spottedheart]

Night's eyes were wide opened with fright when Redpaw came up to him but he was lucky that the tom hadn't scented him. He quietly let his breath out. If he had been caught then theolder tom would have torn him to shreds. Sneekily and quietly h pushed his way out of the thorns, clumps of hair being torn out and shook himself. He padded closer to the edge and saw the form of Redpaw padding to the apprentice den.