[ti]Private[/ti]Two Steps Closer

[M'Lady]

Flintstep allowed a soft smirk to overtake his features as he looked across Mistclan camp. Tensions were growing higher and higher among the clans forced to gather here, and the recent ceremonies had done nothing to alleviate the fear and anger brewing across warriors. However, he couldn't help the swell of pride that rose in his being, that he was a warrior named and recognized by his father. And as he studied the camp, with all of it's mismatched warriors, the pulse within his heart grew stronger. What kind of cat would he be, if he didn't continue what he was named for? What kind of cat would he be, if he let unease overrule their minds? 

So his gaze sought out his once partner in crime, looking for an opportunity, or perhaps clinging onto a fevered hope. It had helped them for awhile, when they spent the day tracking down feathers to cheer up the queens of all clans. Kits were the most important, weren't they? No matter the clan. So to keep the hearts of the forest safe and happy, he would do absolutely anything. And spending an afternoon with a rather cheery and intriguing Mistclan cat wasn't the worst thing he could think of. He wondered sometimes, if it was a really bad thing that they were all in the same spot like this. How could he meet such familiar faces on the battlefield? When their scents have become as familiar as his own, it was difficult to constantly remind himself that this was supposed to be temporary. 

He didn't have to worry about it just yet, though.

He moved across the clearing, onyx pelt gleaming with a bluish tint in the afternoon sunlight, as bright eyes focused on his unsuspecting victim. Slinking up behind him, a grin rose to his muzzle as he hummed in his tentative friend's (enemy's?) ear. 

"Well well, Creekstep, have you had any fun ideas lately?" 

[pants]

Creekstep stared at the fresh kill pile. It was a tad bit emptier than usual, but regardless, there was still enough prey to go around. For now. Tensions were high in the clan, and Creekstep was sure the two visiting clans would make their departure sometime in the near future. But for now, there was more pressing things to worry about.

Should I go for a couple of mice? No... I had mice yesterday. the newly named warrior twitched his whiskers in impending indecisiveness. His blue-gray eyes squinted a bit. All the fish was gone. Since the other clans mostly avoided the stinky meal, majority of the MistClan cats would resort to the aquatic prey, as not to start any quarrels. Perhaps a blackbird, then... The tom nodded briefly to himself and began to lean in to choose his long awaited meal.

That is, until a familiar voice interrupted his thoughts.

Creekstep, being lost in his own little world, failed to detect the footsteps of the MothClan warrior. The onyx tom had managed to sneak up right behind the blue warrior, humming his greeting into Creekstep's ear. And with that, the blue ticked tabby jumped a bit and let out a surprised gasp, the fur on his neck bristling a bit. With widened eyes, he quickly swiveled his head to see who had managed to approach him with no warning. Warmth immediately flooded him as he recognized the familiar face, and Creekstep relaxed, a soft look on his face.

"Oh, why if it isn't Flintstep!" He purred, gently cuffing his friend over the ear with his paw, "You know, I was just thinking about what our next adventure could be, but then I was suddenly spooked. Must have been the wind," the tom playfully bantered with a grin on his face. He looked back to the fresh kill pile, suddenly having an intrusive thought. You're in a cave, mouse brain! The wind couldn't blow hard enough to spook you. The tom closed his eyes, silently exhaling and trying to release the tension he felt. Creekstep wrapped his tail around his paws, before opening his eyes and looking back to Flintstep. "I was actually gonna grab a quick meal. Would you like to join me? I'd enjoy the company!" The tom gave a wholehearted smile, looking at the other tom. Something about Flintstep made the blue tabby warrior a little more enthusiastic about being with someone than the other cats made him feel. But surely this was just what it meant to have a good friend....Right?