(A continuation off the last thread on the old Warrior Cats Online!)

A small abandoned area where the two-legs used to roam. This is where the exiled cats from the recent ShadowClan takeover reside.

Originally Posted by Jingle (Post 126) (A continuation off the last thread on the old Warrior Cats Online!) A small abandoned area where the two-legs used to roam. This is where the exiled cats from the recent ShadowClan takeover reside.

One small time skip later...

Originally Posted by Jingle (Post 17436) Halestorm looked up from her nap and yawned as her mate entered the garden. It had been a couple of moons since they were chased out of their clan and home, and her wounds have since healed greatly. She just had to get back into stretching the muscles and gaining all the strength she once had back. The large she-cat stood up and greeted her mate with lick to the shoulder, purring softly into his ear. "Thank you." she grumbled faintly- her voice only changing to a more friendly tone- not like her old one. "They are doing fine. I'll be fine very soon."

Originally Posted by Jingle (Post 17627) Halestorm nodded and sighed softly, looking back at her mate. She chuckled faintly as he said she needed a little grooming. Her tail flicked softly as he groomed her thick and fluffy pelt. "Thank you. And I am quite positive that she couldn't have killed me if she tried." she said, a hint of sarcasm in her voice and tone. She yawned and placed her head back on her paw- she was getting ready for the rough winter without her clan. Halestorm sighed softly and closed her eyes as her mate continued to groom her. "Thank you." she mewed softly.

Smokeblossom nodded in agreement to the comment. She was glad of something to do, and something to take her thoughts away from the mysterious friend and how he had disappeared. She gave a flick of her long bushy tail and followed Echoheart through the exit.

The young molly's ear twitched at the mention of the lost leader. It had been many moons since she had heard talk of Timberstar. She gave a silent nod and allowed her thoughts to wander off to think what might have happened to the tom. Did Blazingash exile him too? Or did something else happen to him?

Finch was immovable, he was drawn away from everybody else- the young tom sat alone, his tail flicking back-and forth as he watched everyone else converse, quietly muttering to himself as the exile's yellow eyes darkened in the shadows of the tree he'd been sitting under, quietly. ...Smokepaw's got her warrior name, huh? Sounds... great. Nice to know that I don't have one either- doesn't really look like I'm needed, anyways. He missed Scorchflake, really- he missed her. And Finch didn't really miss anyone these days, when he was too focused on defeating the cat who took his honor away from him, who exiled him from the clan he'd always called home.

Smokeblossom stayed at the back of the small patrol. Sure doing this reminded her of living in Shadowclan, but it did so painfully. She dragged along, tail drooping and ears lowered. She gazed around, not excited for each day. It also didn't help that as she watched Halestorm and Echoheart, a deep feeling of loneliness crept upon her. She gazed almost wistfully as the two lovers bumped into each other playfully and conversed.

Smokeblossom appreciated the concern that Halestorm showed and proved it by offering a faint smile. "I'm doing just as well as I can be." She replied forcing the sadness out of her voice. She forced herself to look Halestorm in the eye hoping it was believable. She didn't want to get in the way of her mentors time with her mate. "I'll be fine, I promise Halestorm." She said gently.

Smokeblossom smiled at the loving touch from her old mentor. Still she shook her head indignantly. "No, I'm fine Halestorm. And you don't have to leave Echoheart." She added with a soft smile to Echoheart. She pulled away a bit from Halestorm. "Maybe some hunting will help clear my mind." She suggested. Even though she knew it probably wouldn't, she didn't want Halestorm to be completely concerned over herself that she missed her time with her mate. She loved Halestorm and wanted the best for her, just like Halestorm probably did for her.

Flicking his tail across the soft, bright green grass, Finch had noticed something quite peculiar- it was beginning to get colder and colder in the sanctuary, as if the seasons had been changing already. He couldn't believe he'd been there for so long, after being exiled by Blazingnight off into the twolegplace with his sister, her mate, and her apprentice as well. "...Leaf-fall's probably already here by now, huh?" The tom mumbled to himself, looking up into the frigid sky as his fur bristled in an attempt to keep his body warm. "We've got to be heading back soon, to take back Shadowclan." His leg was still scarred from Scorchflake- the cat he once loved, though they'd been rather distant lately. It was still scarred, but at least the wound had mostly healed, and he could walk and hunt again just fine. "...If we're going back, I guess I could call myself Finchpaw again." Chucking to himself, he was still angry at the cats who casted him away from his birthplace, his livelihood- but Finch- no, Finchpaw's attitude was beginning to get better. He was almost fifteen moons now, but had never gotten his warrior name.

(Aww poor Finch)
Smokeblossom padded forwards spreading out to the side and taking in deep breaths. She pushed the thoughts of Tess, Halestorm and Echoheart away to focus. She lowered her nose to the ground hoping for some signs of prey. As a semi stale scent of squirrel washed over her nose she paused. It had been here a few moments ago, they had probably frightened it off in their conversation. Still she followed it, weaving through the forest and undergrowth. The place they had found seemed to remind her more of Thunderclan territory than anything.

[finchfeather!]

It wasn't exactly like he was close to Halestorm, but she was his sister- and though they'd fought, it might be time for the tom to think about apologizing to the she-cat- she was busy, after all. She couldn't possibly spend all her time with him, could she? Especially with this... this drama. "I thought I should use it again- hopefully, we'll be going home soon." Sighing with a smile himself, the idea of his sister giving him his warrior name, it was strange. Finchpaw still couldn't believe she'd been the deputy of Shadowclan, and their rightful leader once their patrol was exiled by Blazingash- was she called Blazingstar now? Starclan wouldn't possibly give her nine lives- they'd strip her of the one she had!