She Has Returned

[||Ashfur||]

In The shadows a suddenly soft purr seems to stop as a black cat suddenly steps out. It appears to be Ashfur, the once Med. cat. She looks around studying the territory she had once called home. After the fight with Flame she had left. Planning on for good. Ashfur was scared they would not let her back in the clan. Her ears pinned back as she sat down on a worn down trail. Her paws shook. She was scared. More than anything to see the other cats. The rouges, she did not want to become something that they would all laugh at. She shivered now, her whole body shaking, scared. A cat should not act this way. How can I make a good come back? She thought as she laid down, curling her pitch black tail around her body. Her green eyes stayed open yet she was so tired. Still fear kept her away.

Waiting it seemed for hours she had waiting for a cat to come find her. Still no one, she new that a rouge would never know who she is, soon without even trying her eyes closed. Falling into a nightmare dreaming of being punished for running away then coming back.

[Wind:.*.:Stone]

Windrunner trots though her territory, patrolling and looking out for any prey she could bring back for her Clan. She scents the air and stiffens, a hiss slipping out of her as she catches a new, strange sent...it had the very faintest of SoulClan sent to it. Her blue eyes narrow in confusion and she creeps forward, and looks out at a sleeping she-cat.
Windrunner steps up to her and prods her roughly in the side, ready to fight if this was an enemy, but she was willing to hear the cat out ; She looked tied, even in sleep, and the raven colored fur as unkempt and dull.
"Wake up." She mews coldly. "Your on SoulClan land."

[||Ashfur||]

Ashfur suddenly rose and jumps hissing. "I know im on Soulclan territroy, im a soulclan cat." She hissed. Ashfur sighed. "I was sleeping" She meowed lightly as she began to lick her paw. "If you didn't notice," Her voice was cold. This cat who has found her, she has never seen before. Ashfur looked up from licking her paw and mewed lightly "Who are you?" Ashfur didn't care about this new cat, her destiny was to be back in the place of being the med cat.

[OMFG GAH LAST TIME I WAS HEAR THAT DIDN'T MATTER. Happy?]

[♥S.C.O.U.T.♥]

((PLEASE. We have a hundred word rule.))

[Wind:.*.:Stone]

Windrunner hisses right back, her tabby gray tail lashing in anger.
"How dare you!" She says, getting right in the other she-cat's face. You claim to be SoulClan, yet I've never once seen you!" She hisses again, her blue eyes sparking like sapphire flames. "Are you a spy, or a you a rouge a loner?" She keeps her threatening stance, her neck fur sticking straight out. "Explain, now, or I swear to StarClan I'll chase you out." She steps closer, causing the other raven furred cat to step back a pace.
(Woah. Wind is so mean in this one x3)

[||Ashfur||]

Ashfur's eyes buldge. "Excuse me?" She was furious with this rouge. "I have been here longer than you. I was in a fight," Her eyes narrowed. "Ask around, kit." Her ears pinned ot her head, scowling. "Soulclan cats are supposed to be nice. How dare you. Go to deathclan." Her laughter seemed to be haunting. "Don't you dare think i'm new. I was a rouge for a while though." Her voice seems to lower down into a hiss.

[♥S.C.O.U.T.♥]

The leaves crunched under Sandheart's paws as she warily made her way towards the two cats. There, she recognized Windrunner, a new warrior of SoulClan and Ashfur. Sandheart blinked. Ashfur....she was to take Sandheart's place when she died, but the black cat had left due to a fight. Why had she decided to come back? Her left ear twitched as she stepped up next to Windrunner. "Peace, Windrunner. She is a SoulCat. I would know." She let the tip of her tail rest on Windrunner shoulder for a minute before sitting down.

"What brings you here, Ashfur?" She asked, curious to see what really did make her come back.

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Word Count: 137
Notes: Finally I RP'd Sandheart after a few weeks of no-muse-me.
Muse: :B What can I say? Horrible.
Thread Status -- SoulClan.

[||Ashfur||]

Ashfur's eyes narrowed, she wasn't very found of this cat. "Flame and I have made up, she welcomed me back." She growled lightly, she sat down, tence. "I'm here to do my duty and try and be the med cat agian." Her eyes flashed as she remembed the awful fight. She mewed softly. "Or I will be a warrior but still, im uncertain of my rank" Her eyes creased in anger. Her ears flicked as she watched both of the she cats.

[Wind:.*.:Stone]

Windrunner nods to her med cat and sits down beside her, welcoming the sent of calming herbs.
" Sorry, Ashfur. I've never seen you before, and your sent was dull." She dips her head in respect and starts to groom her self, licking her paw and drawing it over her head. She looks at Sandheart and then at Ashfur. Windrunner then looks at the ground, feeling a little bad for acting so hostile. The words 'Go to DeathClan.' Echoed in her head and she doesnt look back up.

[||Ashfur||]

Ashfur could feel the anger in her veins. What have I become? She asked herself in thought, she had scowled at a threatless cat. Her eyes went wide with a sort of smile. "Im sorry young Windrunner, I've been to long away from the world." Her voice fills with sorrow as she watches both of the cats. She suddenly relaxes and closes her eyes, lost in a day dream of the kits she never had, she suddenly bagan to purr.

[Wind:.*.:Stone]

Windrunner looks up and smiles back, feeling new respect for the older she-cat. She listing to the motherly purring and is reminded of her own mother, and wonders for a moment how her life would of turned out if she'd of stayed a rouge. But that was her past, and it no longer mattered. She was here now, and nothing would change that. She was SoulClan though and though.
Windrunner stands and stretches her long legs.
"Why dont we got back to camp to talk?" She suggests, making sure that it didn't sound like an order. She had to much respect for the two other cats to do so.

[J/o/y!]

_{Joysong padded through the forest alone, hunting as usual. These days she went out by herself, encountered one of her Clanmates, and went back to camp with a friend by her side. Today, as she was not having much luck with only one thrush and one squirrel. She was used to catching pawfuls of prey at a time. She was capable of doing it. So what was going on? She was concentrating to hard on finding prey scents she ignored Sandheart, Windrunner and another cat's scent. Another cat?! Joysong sprang up, warning a blackbird above her head. Cursing herself for a moment, she was distracted again, and finally focused on the unfamiliar scent once more. Probably a friend, for she could not hear any battle yowls or smell blood. Picking her way through the undergrowth, she soon approached the three cats. When she laid eyes on the cat whose smell she couldn't recognize at first, she immediately realized why she hadn't known what it was at first. It was Ashfur, the cat who was going to take Sandheart's place when she died. Joysong had always been a little uncomfortable around the she-cat because she hated the idea of Sandheart dying. But she had to face the fact that with Sandheart's previous apprentice gone, and the old medicine cat's age required the black cat. So Joysong HAD respected her at the least. Emerging the thinning undergrowth, she dipped her head politely, more out of greeting than respect. She lost all good feeling for Ashfur when she left the Clan. There was no way that she would be allowed to become the medicine cat now, but she could be a warrior at least. The ginger she-cat dipped her head more respectfully to Sandheart, and smiled in a friendly, warm prosperity to Windrunner. "Hi Sandheart, Windrunner. Ashfur," she meowed, now turning to the former loner, "What brings you here? Do you wish to step up into the medicine cat rank once more?" These words allowed a glance at Sandheart. What would happen? Joysong stepped up to stand beside Windrunner, a good friend to Joysong. She suddenly realized Ashfur had no idea who were warriors and apprentices now. Heck, when she went back to camp she might call Flameshadow Flamekit. And the dark ginger she-cat would not like it and might spring at Ashfur. The pale ginger cat narrowed ocean blue eyes at Ashfur, waiting for a response. She still had not gathered any respect for her until she replied to her questions and remarks.}[/color]

[Wind:.*.:Stone]

Windrunner looked over to Joysong and smiled, purring in greeting. Resting her tail on Joysong's ginger shoulder for a moment, she asked, "You know Ashfur?" Narrowing her bright blue eyes, she saw something strange and unusual in Joysong's eyes as she looked at Ash. A look that seemed to say, I don't like you. You left my Clan, and what do you expect now? The gray tabby flicked the ginger cat's ear, wandering what would happen to the new cat. She had nothing against her, and wouldn't mind if she decided to stay in SoulClan.

[J/o/y!]

_{Joysong grinned at Windrunner, and replied to the question quickly. "Yes, I know Ashfur. I was an apprentice when she left the Clan. By the way, Ashfur, I'm Joysong now, not Joypaw." The ginger warrior grimaced at her apprentice name, which was still occasionally used by DeathClan cats on purpose. It was infurating, so Joysong decided to fill the former loner in on Clan news. "Saidie, Faithsong, Reedkit, Snowkit, and Jaykit are dead," she continued, "Flamekit is a warrior by the name of Flameshadow, Tanglekit and Shimmerkit are apprentices. Tanglepaw's mentor is Whisperstar, and Shimmerpaw's in Dogfang." The young she-cat snarled out the deputy's name, since she hated him with all the hate she'd ever felt in her life. Windrunner would know about that. "Goldenshard trained Flameshadow, and I have an apprentice of my own now, too. Her name's Creampaw, and she has a brother named Silentfeather in DeathClan." This tidbit of information about her apprentice allowed her a glance at Windrunner. Her friend here knew all about Joysong's doubts about her apprentice's loyalty. Every cat in SoulClan knew that crowfood was too good for any DeathClan cat, and it was also too good for anyone who supported them. It was a studied, proven fact, and they admitted it that they knew they were going to the Dark Forest. Joysong sat down, curled her tail over her paws, and continued delivering information. "We have one new kit now, Silverkit, who decided she was going to explore the neutral territories. I tracked her down, and brought her home. On the way back, we met Whitepaw, Whitefire now, along the border. Thank StarClan there wasn't a fight, though that was a pure miracle. Also, we've got Creekpaw and Spiritpaw, two new apprentices in need of mentors, and also Lionpaw, who's got Stormheart for a mentor." The ginger tabby grinned at the mention of her best friend, and it faltered at Lionpaw's name. She knew perfectly well that the apprentice had no respect for his mentor, why Joysong could only guess. "Oh, and one more thing," she added, "We found at my mother's not Willowhispersong at all, but actually Spottedsun. That means Flameshadow, Shimmerpaw, and Tanglepaw are actually my half sisters. How great is that?" It was, in fact, profoundly awesome, for Willow never really cared for Joysong. Spottedsun had always been the one the ginger she-cat treasured. She smiled lovingly at the thought of her mother, dropped it swiftly, and put a more polite one on her face.}[/color]

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Word Count? 416
Muse Level? Good
Notes? Nothing. >.<
Thread Status? Me, Wind (<3), Sand (<3), and Ash- open