Honeystar is Admiring Emberheart from afar…
Emberheart was seen loudly bickering with the medicine cat of HyacinthClan
Emberheart appreciates Honeystar’s helpful attitude.
Honeystar quietly purred to herself, padding about the empty BlissClan camp, jumping across the rocks. She didn’t mind the loneliness, instead proudly smiling and imagining what it’d be like moons from now, filled with cats…
The leader deftly hopped from her perch and wandered off. Having nothing better to do with her time, she excitedly headed in the direction of her mate.
…only to be met with a tone she rarely heard from him being used on a cat she recognized…HyacinthClan’s head medicine cat. She hissed under her breath, watching from a distance as Emberheart, despite his valiant efforts, stormed off from the confrontation, hurt shining in his eyes. Her smile immediately turned into a concerned frown, only deepening as she walked alongside him.
“…That was just…Agh, typical HyacinthClan, thinking we can’t exist without them…”
“…I’m glad you didn’t turn out like that…”
“Me too. Imagine if I wrote you off, too…I would never forgive that version of myself.”
“Well, that’s not you. My Emberheart would never.”
She nuzzled his cheek, before suddenly bounding forwards and efficiently catching a mouse in her claws. She picked it up in her teeth, giving her mate a determined grin, before dropping it so she could speak.
“BlissClan is going to be the greatest, most honorable Clan under silverpelt, just you wait! HyacinthClan doesn’t know what’s coming!”
The speech was short, but they both felt their hearts fill with the fires of hope, Emberheart purring in appreciation.
With that, they sprinted back to camp, meowing triumphantly into the skies above.