As I Promised [Tagged]

[Skiv]

Whitehare padded out of camp, the stars was glittering above him. His dark brown pelt turning more of a dull brownish gray in the light moonlight that shone above him. There was some snow that was littered on the sandy ground of Sunsetclan territory. He thought about everything that happened since he visited the dark forest and saw Minnownight. He had won the fighting tournament, his one apprentice was made a warrior. Then was attacked by a rouge that seemed to have a leader. Which concerned the younger warrior but it didn't bother Whitehare all that much. He had rescued his old apprentice, the large warrior had starting moving his way up the ranks in the clan. He well thought so anyways. Whitehare's amber eyes glowed in the darkness. He just continued on, he was one of the few warrior that didn't get sick in the green cough attack and the whole time it was going on he felt a little prick at the back of his mind. One that he didn't like. He was worried about Minnownight in Stormclan. The large warrior didn't know if they had the green cough as well or if Minnownight was strong enough to fight off the sickness. He hoped that the small black warrior didn't get sick. 

A breeze his his fur and he just flattened his ears and continued on, his paw steps silent as he moved along. Getting to the border the large brown warrior just easily crossed over the border and headed of to a place that he hadn't been in a long time. The Pond of Truce. He could still remember Minnownight's face as he had to leave the last time they meet. He remembered his promise to her. He just shook his head getting the image out of his mind because it really did make his heart hurt. He was still a bit conflicted because of the way he felt towards the Stormclan she-cat. It went against everything that he beileved in but she was the only cat that wasn't afraid of his cold and aggressive ways. Coming upon the Pond of Truce he stepped in a melting pile of snow. His amber eyes scanned the area around him. He just hoped that Minnownight would be here as well. 


Frost

[Frost]

A cough rippled through Minnownight's body which had grown thinner and weaker since she had last seen Whitehare. She hated to admit it, but she was weak as ever, but at least she was finally recovering from the deadly sickness that had claimed many others from all clans. Currently Minnownight was making her way to the Pond of Truce, hoping that a certain tom would show up and talk for a little while before wither he or herself was forced to leave. After all, he had promised they would see each other again before he faded away, leaving no trace that he had ever been there. Walking to the Pond was a bit of a pain, but she managed pretty well, her golden gaze quickly scanning the area for any sign off life as her nose sniffed around, hoping to pick up Whitehare's scent. After finding nothing, Minnownight let out a dejected sigh and slipped under a bush, though it was leaf-less it was a decent hiding place for the time being and it blocked the breeze well, so the small warrior was happy. She was thinking about every thing that was happening in her life at the moment. First she was deemed sick with whitecough, though it was false and turned out to be a small case of greencough. She was spared, but had a tiny case of whitecough or maybe kittencough. She had no clue. Before she was sick nothing had really happened. Maybe Whitehare would have some interesting news. Sudden fear swept over Minnownight. Was it possible Whitehare had fallen ill as well? Surely he wouldn't die, but would he be injured or anything? He was probably strong enough to fight off greencough. Yeah. He was probably just fine.

A new smell hit her nose, successfully ripping her out of her thoughts and back into reality. The short black hair on her back stood up and she readied herself for a fight she knew she would lose. No way could she fight like this. but the second she examined the tom in front of her, Minnownight relaxed and even let out a cough to let him know that she was here with him if he hadn't of already found out. Slipping out from under the bush, Minnownight walked out in the open, attempting to look powerful and strong, though her ribs poked out from her sides and pelt looked as dull as ever. Hopefully he wouldn't notice. "Hello Whitehare." she greeted, a weak smile on her face.

[Skiv]

Whitehare just sniffed the air, there was a scent. It was Stormclan which was promising for him anyways. Thats where Minnownight was from, he padded closer to the scent. He was heading towards the bush he was getting closer. Thats when he noticed the scent better. I could confirm that it was Minnownight. He just stopped and was about to open his mouth, but then the black cat strode out into the night. Of course she would stand proud before him. It was something that she was trained to do, it was something he was trained to do. Even though he never seemed to look down, he just knew one time he did. Thats time was the last time he saw her. His amber eyes just scanned every part of her pelt. He needed to know that she was okay. but when he noticed her, his eyes immediately went to her ribs. Even with her black fur and the little lighting it was something that he couldn't miss. Standing there he just felt his claws dig into the ground. but by the look on her face she was trying to be strong. Whitehare just narrowed his eyes watched as her voice hit his ears.

Padding forward her stood right in front on her, he noticed the weak smile on her face. He just looked at her, his amber eyes were cold, they didn't seem to show anything. but there was a hint of concern in them, that hint would probably noticed by the she-cat instantly. He didn't like to see her like this but he didn't say anything about her looks. Because he knew that she would probably lash out at him. If anything he knew that she wasn't afraid to attack him, even try to kill him. He just then said his deep voice seem to echo across around them, "Minnownight." He didn't say anymore. He just looked down at her, his ear flattening slightly. He was so torn, with her in general. He knew that she was the only one that saw him as he truly was. but part of him said to get rid of her, to throw her out because she was a weakness. He also thought about how he needed to get closer to the deputy and leader. He needed to be the one that rose up when Sunsetclan had fallen. The large brown warrior just then focused back on her. He couldn't get rid of her because she was the only one that knew him. Whitehare just then reached down and with a rasp of his tongue he gave her a lick between her ears. He noticed when he got closer that she smelt off. She smelt like many of the warriors and apprentices did in Sunsetclan. She smelt like she was sick. He just pulled back and said, "It was in Stormclan too." It was more of a statement than a question but he just looked at her not knowing what else to say.

Frost

[Frost]

It was obvious that he clearly saw what she had become since they had last spoken with each other in that dark, creepy forest they called home . It was easy to tell because of that small hint of emotion in his amber pools that she identified as concern. He was worried for her. She was of tired of that. The look of concern cast her way when she coughed and limped around camp in a vain attempt to be helpful for the clan. And even if Minnownight had wanted the concern, this was Whitehare, the cat she wanted to think of her as a strong, powerful warrior. He probably thought she was contagious and would leave her all alone once more. That would be better for his health, which he needed in his attempt to become the leader of his clan. Maybe he would even attack her. He could obviously see that she was too weak to fight him and after all Whitehare was a dark forester as well. She would stand no chance whatsoever. but something told her that he wouldn't even think of hurting her, wither Minnownight was sick or as healthy as possible. 

He leaned down, licking in between her ears gently. Minnownight's ears lied flat against her head. She flinched a bit, much to her displeasure. A small cough escaped her throat and her body, giving the Sunsetclanner a silent answer better than a thousand words. She sighed a bit. "Yeah..." She trailed off, avoiding his amber gaze to study the snow covered ground below her paws. Her whole life Minnownight had been training to be a strong and brave killing machine, and that's just what she was. but now, now she felt weak. Like a useless newborn kitten, squealing and rolling around in the nursery.


Skiv