No News is Bad News (Closed)

The lithe tabby raced through ShadowClan territory and soon came across the Thunderpath. She didn't stop or even check if anything was coming. She hadn't needed to, fortunately, but she wasn't fully focused on anything but the news she had to tell. The medicine cat had known before she did. Usually the two lovers met in the tunnels, at the same time every day, but the she-cat wanted to intercept Kestrelstorm on his way over. If she had stopped in the tunnels, they would not be getting any closer as quickly as she wanted to. The hard ground of WindClan territory was not at all like the ShadowClan marshland. Tigerstorm had even stumbled into a few holes in the ground, but other than those few mishaps she was racing along almost like a WindClan cat herself. It seemed that she was built for chasing the things she loved. If only she was more aware of her surroundings. This sort of thing had happened once before, after all. It could have ended badly if it hadn't been for love. Hopefully love could solve the pair's problems again.

Kestrelstorm was finishing up a patrol with Sablestar before he could break away to see Tigerstorm. It was a tense patrol as Kestrelstorm frequently glanced at the sun to check for the time. It was getting dangerously close to when the warrior in love would need to slip off to meet his true mate. As Kestrelstorm crossed a crest, Sablestar was in front of the tall warrior. A warm breeze buffed his fur and made his way into his sense. Kestrelstorm froze. He smelled a very famililar scent... Tigerstorm. What was she doing her. Quickly he scanned the territory, finally finding the darker brown streak racing across the ground. His heart raced as he saw the cat he could only assume to be Tigerstorm. What in StarClan's name was she doing here? Frozen in terror, the tom stayed in place. What would happen if Sablestar caught the she-cat? In fear, Kestrelstorm refused to move.