Unpleasant Feelings

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?