WindClan Camp/Archive 12

Blosompaw was feeling weird that day, that voice she had heard was so, mysterious. She was playing with a pebble.

Kuruka glanced over at Blossompaw, seeing that she seemed to have something on her mind. Grabbing a rabbit from the fresh kill pile, he padded over to her and sat down, setting the rabbit down beside her. "You alright?" he asked, his gray eyes questioning.

"Um, yeah sure." she responded.

Kuruka cocked his head. "What's on your mind?"

Blossompaw was stuttering like crazy. "I can't-I just-ugh. It was a voice. I can't get it out of my head."

Kuruka's eyes widened slightly. "Who's voice?"

"I don't know...." Her voice trailed off into silence.

Kuruka sat staring thoughtfully at the sky, the wind ruffling the thick fur around his neck. "What is it saying?" he asked after a moment of silence.

"It was aying somthing like, I'll be here for the ceremony, and I'll always be there for you... then it called out my name; my real name."

"Hmmm." Kuruka watched her. "Well, perhaps your ancestors are trying to tell you something." he murmured.

"Maybe, I don't know. It sounded like...I can't even say it...but, it was very familiar."

Kuruka nodded slowly. "Well, maybe if you just think about it for a while then you'll recognize it."

Blossompaw said nothing, and stared into space.

Kuruka sighed softly, and saw Berryfrost glaring at him from a corner of the camp. He looked away and wondered yet again why she seemed to hate him so much.

Blossompaw realized what she had done, and apologized.

"Hmm?" Kuruka asked distractedly, turning towards her.

(I want Cedarpelt and Darkpaw to become really good friends... Windclan Territory?