[wren]

Originally Posted by Lonestar23

Ugh. The cold of the early morning always chilled Redflight through. Did it have to be so cold out here all the time? Why did it have to be so cold out here? She wondered if WindClan cats, or ThunderClan cats ever got this cold. They probably just curled up in their nice little nests and laughed at all the freezing ShadowClanners. Thankfully for Redflight, she had somewhat of a thicker pelt. What about Scorpionsting? Was he doing alright too? Oh, the Abyssinian hoped so. Though she would never admit it, she didn't want the tom to get hurt. 'Stay safe' were not words that would ever leave her maw, however.
　
They just wouldn't.
　
Because Redflight was not one of those cats who would show her care for someone else. Why should she? No one had ever bothered to show her how much they cared about her. So she wasn't going to do the same for them. 'Treat others the way you want to be treated' ran through her head, but she'd been doing that pretty much all her life-- up until she became a warrior-- and no one had ever treated her that way. Truth be told, though, she hadn't exactly been the nicest cat growing up either. She'd tried, of course. Scorpionsting still hung around... why did he? Why would he hang around the cat who was a jerk? The cat who didn't seem to care about anyone at all?
　
Why on earth did he want to spend time with her?
　
No matter how much she tried, Redflight couldn't figure it out. Maybe it was time to try and show him a little bit of kindness in return. Maybe it was time to give him what he would want... just the slightest bit of friendship. Maybe it was time to show that she appreciated his efforts and would thank him for them later.
　
Maybe it was time to ask him why.

@Raine

Due to scorpionstings excessive shivering he mandated to step on three sticks chasing away what prey he had stumbled upon that afternoon. The patrol had abandon him to return with what they had caught while he struggled to keep a positive attitude towards his failure. Now he was faced with anger and uncertainty. He took long strides his eyes low and his chest puffed out agasint the cold. By now his hope was now depleted to the lowest of lows, than out of nowhere a rabbit came bonding. Hurried with a frantic heart. He flinched as it charged past him. Jumping back with surprise the wiry Tom stood astounded. Wndclan rabbit? With honest opinion the Tom was better suited for fast prey, no slimy, no feathery fur, no small rodents. He liked the taste but he can certainly hunt rabbits better.

Than. He sprinted.

He was small and slender and could run faster than anybody in Shadowclan out together. As he took off her felt rhe brush of wind hit him like a blow from an unseen enemy. As he sped after the rabbit the overwhelming scent of Windclans moors danced through the air and blasting him in the face. Awesome. Scorpionsting went chasing leaping over a rotted log and last a dead bush before he was on its tail with ease. Taking long strides until suddnely another scent blasted by. Redflight. He smiled subconsciously as he rushed after the rabbit. He would impress her. He was detirmined to make her proud, make her happy. Or something like that.