Lynxcloud
Lynxcloud slowly steps over her fellow warriors. A twinge of guilt pierces her heart, but she shakes her head and it disappears. Outside camp, she lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding. She streaks over dry grass and comes to a small cave. Drake's den.
"Drake? It's Lynxcloud." she calls, sitting outside and washing her paw.
Mistflight
She snaps awake. A dark silhouette is walking past the warrior's den. 'Who could that be?' she thinks. Mistflight follows the shadow. Out into the wood and to a small cave. She darts behind a tree as the mysterious figure sits down.
"Drake? It's Lynxcloud." Mistflight almost cries out. Lynxcloud? What is Lynxcloud doing here? Could she— Lynxcloud would never betray her clan. But her eyes were telling her the opposite. A rustle of leaves makes her snap her head up again. "Lynxcloud." That must be Drake. She crouches behind the tree, uncertain.

























