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𝙰𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚣𝚎
"Watch out!"
A squirrel fell from the sky. Amberhaze barely managed to dodge it before the limp, brown corpse could fall on her head.
Immediately afterwards, Mushroomfur slid backwards down the trunk. "That was close," the calico tom gasped. "It almost escaped."
Amberhaze just twitched her ears wordlessly. Then you should have kept hunting.
"We should go back, don't you think? I don't want to keep Patternleaf waiting that long."
Still without saying anything, Amberhaze turned and trotted off. Her head hurt. It always did when someone felt they had to constantly talk to her.
She stopped next to a stone and dug out her prey. It was two robins and a wood mouse — a measly achievement in her eyes. Usually her hunts were much more successful, but today she was completely scatterbrained.
Once again, her thoughts wandered to Larkwing. Yesterday's sunrise, she and Lakepelt had set off on a journey together with a few cats from the other Clans. What it was about, Amberhaze didn't remember exactly. All she knew was that they suspected there was information about the Shadowless' origins out there somewhere.
Actually, Amberhaze didn't want to admit it to herself, yet she was afraid for Larkwing. As fearless and confident as she could be at times, she was still too inexperienced.
But she's not alone, Amberhaze reminded herself. Then she sighed heavily. She would only prefer it if Lakepelt wasn't there. What did Larkwing see in him? When they were still a kit, shortly after their arrival in RoseClan camp, he had mocked her bi-coloured eyes. In the moons that followed, he had never missed an opportunity to make it clear to Larkwing and Amberhaze as well that he didn't approve of their presence, and he had even refused to recognise them as true RoseClan she-cats, despite being born and having family here.
So you're those 'given away' kits? Although it had been many moons ago, Amberhaze could still remember the very first words that Lakepelt, then still Lakepaw, had said to them. His tone, his eyes had been full of abhorrence.
Since then, Amberhaze had tried to avoid him as often as possible, and Larkwing had done the same. But at some point, something had changed. Suddenly she had started talking to Lakepelt, spending time with him. Amberhaze couldn't understand that. Until today, she hadn't forgiven him for calling Larkwing disfigured because of her eyes, a trait that Amberhaze secretly found gorgeous.
The rustling of the dry leaves covering the ground showed her that Mushroomfur had come running after her. "Wait for me!" he meowed indistinctly through the squirrel's fur in his mouth.
