- Skystep - tom of FrostClan -
Skystep trotted across the plain, paws thudding in time to his racing heartbeat. He slackened his pace for an instant, drawing several labored breaths, then resumed his former tempo, ignoring the burning in his lungs and the claw-sharp cramp in his side. I will not be denied so close to my goal, he thought fiecely, inhaling again. Suddenly he stopped dead in his tracks, nearly skidding into a stream. It can't be... but it is! The scent was so familiar, it sent a pang of longing through his heart.
He pricked his ears, swivled his head, and took off again, joy lending wings to his paws. The dots in the distance resolved into tiny cats, splashing by a stream. He gasped and called in a voice hoarse from disuse, "Mintstar!" Then louder, "Mintstar!"
He skidded to a stop near her, panting. He noticed with displeasure and a pang of jealousy that Addercreek was there, too. "It's me, Skystep!" he said joyfully.
~ Silversmoke ~ she-cat of WillowClan ~
Silversmoke matched Silentstrike's increased pace easily, lean muscles working under her fur. She made a final leap onto a flat area and looked around. She could see for miles in the clear air. She thought she saw a few individual cats in FrostClan's territory, but she wasn't sure; she was a long way up.
She caught a strong gust of WillowClan scent and turned. Set into the mountainside was a cave mouth. The scent spilled in invisible waves from it, washing over her and on down the mountainside like a torrent of water. Standing in the entrance of what was almost certainly the camp was a lean blue-gray she-cat, regarding everything with regal green eyes. Silversmoke approached a few pawsteps, then asked, "Is this the WillowClan camp?", instantly cursing herself for asking such an obvious question. She normally wasn't one to babble.
