The Way

Light was slowly seeking Dovewing's den. She awoke calmly, stretching her gray paws, and arching her back. Once she trotted out to the clearing, the air felt soft, and breezy on her fur. The sun was gleaming down rays on her pelt

"Hey Dovewing! Want to go hunting?" Bumblestripe's cheerful and hopeful mew sounded around the camp.

"Sure!" Dovewing felt an unusual pleasure, hunting with her friend on a warm, sunny day, while at the same time being able to use her senses.

"Great!" Bumblestripe trotted towards Dovewing, and flicked his tail across her ear in a playful manner. "I was thinking we should go down to ShadowClan territory."

Dovewing hesitated. She didn't want to be anywhere near Tigerheart. But she didn't want to disappoint Bumblestripe either. "Uh...ok...I guess it's a change."

"Ok, let's get moving!" Bumblestripe headed for the entrance of the camp, with Dovewing following close behind. They walked over the fresh green grass, breathing in the clear, fresh breeze of ThunderClan territory. As they headed toward ShadowClan, Dovewing stiffened. Memories of Tigerheart surged inside her. "Um...Dovewing, are you alright?" Bumblestripe sounded worried.

"Yeah? Yeah! Yes, I'm alright."

"Who's this here around here? And what are you doing so close to ShadowClan territory?" A deep mew sounded over the bramble bush. A pair of amber eyes followed, then a dark tabby body. Tigerheart stood calmy, looking at Dovewing, but his expression changed when he saw Bumblestripe.

"We're just hunting, Tigerheart. We aren't setting any paws onto your territory," Bumblestripe said.

"Dovewing, do you agree with him? Or are you thinking something different?" Tigerheart's mouth bared into a snarl.

"Leave Dovewing out of it!" Bumblestripe glared at Tigerheart through seething eyes.

"Stop! Please don't stir trouble now! Our clanmates will find us and we'll be in big trouble!