Spottedleaf stared out across the glade, nostalgia overlapping her as her starry companion trotted over to her.
"Pretty night out, wouldn't you say?" the tom mewed, weaving around her, their tails entwined affectionately.
"Honestly Thrushpelt. Every night is pretty in Starclan. I haven't been here for a day, I've noticed that there are no bad nights." I scoffed.
"Oh Spottedleaf, you really do overanalyze everything." He mewed, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"So, what are you doing at the sight stone?" He asked, ears pricked in curiosity.
Spottedleaf wriggled uncomfortably at the verbal intrusion.
"Um Nothing. Just watching the clan" She meow.
"Really?" He mewed, tilting his head "any cat in particular?"
"N-no" Spottedleaf stammers, caught off guard by the verbal intrusion. "Why would I be?" She mews defensively.
He chuckled at her insecurity,
"It's not wrong to watch over certain cats that you had a special attachment to. After all, I still watch over Bluestar, but that doesn't mean I dont love you" he stated firmly, before coiling around her, brushing her fur with his.
"So" he started again "you gonna tell me what you're looking at?"
Spottedleaf shifted her weight and got up.
"I was just watching how Fireheart was getting on, and it seems that he's been better than I though he'd be. Graystripe is making sure of that." She chuckles the last part half to herself.
"Well now that wasn't so hard was it?" He snickered like a kit.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I've got an honorable Shadowclan elder to welcome to Starclan" he sighed and left her to her thoughts. Well goodbye Fireheart. She thinks to herself, leaving the sightstone to go and find Thrushpelt and this new Shadowclan elder.
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Warriors: Starlight
Романтика***COMPLETE w/ irregular non-plot updates*** **Written by me** *Republished after taking it down* _____________________________ Hi, this is my personal adaptation to the first warriors Arc. This takes place briefly before Graystripe has met Silverst...
