[Copperstream]

Nighthawk padded over to the steam close by. He sniffed the air searching for a particular scent. Unable to find it, he followed the stream north toward the Star-That-Never-Moves. His paws made no noise as he walked on the late greenleaf grass. Suddenly a noise sounded behind him and Nighthawk froze, his sharp claws sliding out, and muscles stiffened as he braced himself for whatever danger was there. A large cat stepped delicately out of some brambles.
“So we meet again,” he said with a voice as smooth as honey. The cat’s black pelt blended in with the shadows of the dark forest.
“Stormcloud,” Nighthawk growled. “It’s been too long,” His tail was twitching. He had been looking for this cat for seasons, and now Stormcloud had dared to show his face again. Did he really think that he would come to him and go unscathed? Not after what he had done.
Stormcloud purred mockingly. “Just thought I would drop in and finish a job i started long ago,”
Nighthawk knew exactly what he was talking about, and it did not make him any happier. He dug his claws in the ground, hating the casual smalltalk. A slight wind picked up and carried a strong scent of Stormcloud to his nose. That means…
“Y-you followed me?” stammered Nighthawk, caught off guard for a second.. He was one of the best trackers and almost never made a mistake. Or at least until Stormcloud came along.
“But of course I did,” Stormcloud’s voice dripped with that mocking tone. Every word, a cruel taunt to Nighthawk’s ears that made him want to rip his throat out.