Legacy (Book 1)

Chapter 9: Leaning Over The Edge

Chapter 9: Leaning Over The Edge

"What? No way! I don't believe you! There is no way you took an eagle down all by yourself!" Rainstone exclaimed disbelievingly, shoving Scamp with a paw. She was laying on her back, the frosty night air burned her lungs, but the silver air and the warmth of Scamp kept her from feeling its chill.

"Its true!" Scamp defended himself, his amber eyes laughing, turning his head toward her, he was on his back as well.

"Then why did I never see this eagle?" Rainstone asked, narrowing her eyes, feeling as if she'd trapped him.

"You were still in the kit-den at the time! How you didn't hear about it is beyond me!" Scamp laughed.

Rainstone puffed out a breath, making her whiskers tremble, there was no proof she had against that claim. "If only I could ask Night, then I could prove you wrong," she muttered, swiping a paw at his ear playfully.

Scamp laughed, rolling on top of her, pushing the breath out of her. "Get off of me you lump!" Rainstone protested, laughing, the sound ringing through the clear night air.

Scamp moved around so that his eyes stared into hers, the happiness she felt was reflected in his eyes and she could never remember feeling so at ease. She'd been meeting him for nearly a moon in the private clearing and they met as long as the sky was clear.

She shivered as a cold breeze rushed around her, rattling the sagebrush. The only thing she wished was different was that Scamp was a Fighter, then he could teach her more. Pepper had left with Whisper on his final assessment a quarter moon prior, so she was always bored during the day.

Scamp was her one life saver, somehow always making her forget her worries at night, all her problems floated away on his laugh and rather exaggerated stories.

"So, did you have any adventures on your assessment?" Scamp asked, laying on his belly with his forepaws folded in front of him and his head propped on them, his amber eyes watching her.

Rainstone twitched her ear, "No... not really," she mewed, none of her experiences seemed to compare to his 'adventures.'

"What about when you came back when your paw wrapped in comfrey? What was that about?" Scamp pushed.

"Well, there was a little fight with a few rouges, but we are alive so its all good," Rainstone mewed, not remembering the fight as anything but an embarrassment.

Scamp sighed, "You have a very dull prospective," he complained.

Rainstone swatted at his ears, cuffing them and he laughed. "Though your temper is hotter then fire!" Scamp laughed, it rang louder then the cry of an eagle and echoed in her ears louder then the rumble of thunder.

They continued talking, but Rainstone must have eventually fallen asleep, for Scamp was shaking her awake as the silver light faded to be replaced by the dull gray light before dawn. "Time to go back to the cave," Scamp whispered.

Rainstone nodded, feeling clean and refreshed after the rest. She stood up and quickly groomed her fur, washing out Scamp's strong scent and smoothing the sleep ruffled fur. Then she sighed and gently touched Scamp's nose, it was silky and cold while sparking her heart, it was exactly like how she thought the stars would feel like.

She heaved a huge sigh, pushing out of the sage brush and carefully climbing into the cave, slinking silently back to the Fighter's den and curling into her nest with Night, just barely letting his fur brush hers.

After he'd mated with her, she'd hardly spoken to him, never purred to him, except when he greeted her and other toms were in ear-shot. He'd mated her several times since she turned eight moons, about a quarter moon ago, almost every other day at least, but still she wasn't expecting kits.