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~One Days Prior~ ~Narrator's POV~
Whisperstorm sat at the edge of a clearing, watching Runefur as she stood in the center of a circle of crystals, the markings on her fur and crystals glowing a turquoise. Suddenly, one crystal shot itself into a tree, the other crystals following the first one's path. When all five crystals hit the tree, the trunk was nearly gone, only a hole remained, going through the center of the tree.
Suddenly, Runefur's eyes, who were glowing merely second ago, dimmed and returned back their normal silver.
"Come on. We need to get back to camp. I don't want cats looking for us and them stumbling upon me practicing magic."she said, looking at the crystals that were embedded in the earth.
"Yeah." Whisperstorm sighed. "I wish you didn't have to hide your gift. It's so cool that you can use magic!" Whisperstorm stood up and padded over to his mate.
"Yeah, but magic if forbidden. If anyone is caught using it, they'll be killed." Runefur looked away sadly, ears drooping.
"Let's not dwell on these things. Come on, let's go to the clearing." Whisperstorm turned and started towards the treeline. Runefur followed more slowly.
The two cats ran through the forest, laughing. Suddenly, Runefur tripped over a root and went tumbling down a hill.
"Runefur!" Whisperstorm cried, skidding down the hill. He landed next to the brown she-cat and nudged her. "Are you okay?" Runefur just groaned and opened her silver eyes.
"I'm fine..." she said, but it came out muffled.
"Okay, well get up! We need to get back to camp before someone sees that we're missing." Whisperstorm backed away as Runefur got to her paws.
"Okay, let's go."
~Timeskip~
It was around sunset and Whisperstorm and Runefur walked into the camp, carrying some mice in their jaws. They walked over to the freshkill pile and set down their catches.
"Hey, Whisperstorm, Runefur!" Whisperstorm's brother, Lightningwhiskers, came up to them. "Where were you? We were about to send out a patrol to look for you two." he tilted his head, smirking. "You two weren't-"
"Nope!" Whisperstorm leapt at his brother and pinned him to the ground. "You will not finish that sentence." he growled.
"Fine... but I wouldn't judge~" he playfully smirked.
"Shut. Up." Whisperstorm growled.
"Okay, okay!" Lightingwhiskers growled and pushed Whisperstorm off. "I need to do sunset patrol anyways..." he stalked off.
"Whisperstorm, let's get some freshkill. I'm starving!" Runefur complained.
"Okay." Whisperstorm walked over to the pile and picked out a mouse and baby rabbit. "Here." he nosed the rabbit over to Runefur.
