Crescentblaze
It looked like Graypaw was out of danger. But Starclan, there is no peace in the camp!
Feeling a need for fresh air, I crept outside. No one challenged me; the dawn patrol had already left.
I breathed in deeply, savoring the fresh scent of pine. Though our territory is explored, there are still places that have never felt a cat ’s paw.
I was just settling down, when a weight settled on my shoulders. The scent was male, but I didn’t recognize it. “Toms, cut that out!” I cried.
A voice spoke in my ear. “So, you’re a Clan cat.”
Graypaw
Starclan, where was Crescentblaze? I had checked all the usual places: the hollow by the stream, the old oak;
I’d even taken a look in Firestar’s den.
“Is that you, Graypaw?”
Oh, blast, it was Whitepaw… the last tom I wanted to see.
“I haven’t seen Crescentblaze anywhere,” he said.
“That makes two of us,” I replied.
“Let’s split up and look for her!”
After nearly an hour, we were ready to quit. Then an anguished yowl reached me: “Graypaw, help!”
Hot anger welled up in my chest. She was in trouble? Starclan, was that another tom?
Heedless of Whitepaw behind me, I leaped into the fray.
Crescentblaze
“You’re not so terrible,” the strange cat said in my ear. He shifted his weight. "I'll let you up. I don't want to hurt you; I'm merely curious."
I rallied all the scorn I could muster. "Curious? Well, you know the old saying."
Graypaw
Another cry echoed around the woods
“Thunderclan! Thunderclan!” I howled. Bursting into a clearing, I gasped. A small, lithe tom had pinned Crescentpaw to the ground.
Whitepaw and I struck at the same time. The stranger, taken off balance, landed in a huff of lost breath.
I had originally placed an Omega symbol between parts. Does that transfer?
