Amberfade's Sight

Chapter 3

The bored kit watched warriors come and go. Noticing Steelmask by the prey pile, she decided to go greet him. Without looking she stood up and ran towards the older cat, and in doing so she plowed straight into a silver grey spotted she cat, causing them to tumble and end up in a pile of whiskers and limbs. "Oh! I am so sorry," Amberkit mewed her apology.

"It's fine," the older cat mewed flustered, trying to free herself. Amberkit blushed and stepped off the older cat apprentice in rank. The apprentices fur shimmered in the sunlight, like stars on the still of the river at night or spots of fresh dew in the morning.

"I am Mistedpaw," the beautiful silver pelted cat mewed at the stunned Amberpaw, who was looking at her in amazement as if she had never seen anyone so beautiful.

"Oh! I am Amberkit," the copper coated kit mewed as an afterthought when someone had called Mistedpaw's name.

"I better go," Mistedpaw excused herself, her fluffy tail dancing in the sunlight as she went to the chocolate tom who had called her. Amberkit's eyes followed her before continuing on her way to Steelmask, the young warrior cat that seemed to treat her as a father would. Amberkit supposed this was normal for those that found kits deserted in the woods.

"Hello." Amberkit mewed her eyes looking to the distance after Mistpaw, not really paying attention to Steelmask "Hey? Question... If I where to be a medicine cat... would I be able to have a mate?" Amberkit looked towards the sky, waiting for an answer, so did not notice Steelmasks discomfort with the question, and certainly did not see him hurriedly leaving as he did not wish to answer. She heard his pawpads leaving quickly, so she finally looked to where he was.

"Strange-" she whispered before continuing to look at the sky.