Out of the camp

Stormeye padded into the clearing which was Fourtrees, his icy blue eyes dull. He was fully recovered from the fox-attack, and he was hoping that his sister would be here. He glanced around, before turning his gaze to his chest, which now held a scar. He still had a little pain when he walked, but it was nothing that would stop him from hunting. He glanced at the highrock, but sat down right at the base of it, not wanting to see if he was ready for jumps like that yet. He hoped that somebody would come soon, mostly Dawnlight.

Don't mind this...

Hawkfeather stepped out behind him. "Hello." He said.

Stormeye turned to Hawkfeather, flicking his torn ear. "Hm? Oh, hello," he sighed. He was hoping for his sister.

Hawkfeather looked around. "Why are you out here?" He asked kindly.

Stormeye sighed, glancing around the clearing. "I was waiting for somebody... This is my first day out of camps in weeks!" he nodded toward his chest, which held a scar that almost went shoulder to shoulder.

Hawkfeather looked at the scar. "Well it took me a while to become a warrior. I got all the scars that I have now from a dog when I was a 'paw' still." He smiled.

Stormeye let out a small laugh. "A dog? I got the scar on my chest from a fox. Oh, and see my torn ear? Got it as a kit, then I got the scar on my shoulder from a ShadowClan warrior as an apprentice." He turned so Hawkfeather could see his scars. "Anyways, I am waiting for my sister. I was hoping that she would be here so I could tell her that I was ok."

Hawkfeather looked down and sighed. "Should I leave?" He asked

Stormeye shook his head. "Oh, no. It's fine...Uh...what is your name? Mine is Stormeye."

Hawkfeather looked up. "I'm Hawkfeather." He said. "I...Uh..." He had no idea what to say.

Stormeye tilted his head. "Hawkfeather...you smell like you are from SkyClan. How are they doing?"

Hawkfeather smiled. "They're doing great! Prey is running well. Sunnyheart just had to kits. Creamstripe died, and so did out medicine cat died also. But every thing other it's well." He said. "How's your Clan?"

Stormeye frowned, thinking for a bit. "Medicine cat...you mean...Lilystem?" His eyes became sad as he shook his head as he relized that one of his somewhat friends were dead. "What happened to Lilystem? Oh...and WindClan is doing well. We were attacked by foxes a while ago, we were able to drive the foxes away, and I was the only one badly hurt. We have two new apprentices, Foxleap, one of our queens, has had three kits."

Hawkfeather sighed and looked down. "Lilystem, she was killed." He eyes were full of sadness. "But that's good."