HEREitGOES -Spiritwhisper only-

[Birdie°]

Thrushwood sat, irritable and bitter. The plan, however, was fresh and alive in his brain. It squirmed about and made him smile, his ears raising from their flattened state. He, however, had earlier been looking for Spiritwhisper. He felt as if he needed to share such a shocking detail with his best friend; and soon.

There was a sound in the dark, as if a cat were walking to where he rested. Thrushwood rose to his paws, eyes narrowed. There was a slight turn in the tunnel; he couldn't see around the bend, and that irritated him futher. However, he kept his cool, just in case it was the cat he was looking for.
"Spiritwhisper?" He called out, rising to his paws. "Is that you?"

[[R] a v e n]

Cold, wet, dark. Nice little place. Pale green eyes scanned the tunnel walls as the younger she-cat made her way through them, tail held just barely above the ground. And Windclan, the open space clan. Hides here in this small confined space, horrid. She paused and gazed down towards her paws, towards the cold, hard, damp ground. Gahh she lifted a paw in slight discust and jumped over the shallow pool of water. She bounce/trotted a few stepps before pausing and gazing back towards the pool of water.

She shook her head, then the lean tabby turned away and started padding towards a bend in the tunnel. I wonder where Thrushwood is at, she thought. Her deep russet brown tabby pelt looked black in the tunnel's light. Actually there was hardly any light in the tunnels, just little small holes in the ceiling that let the sunlight, or moonlight filter through. She yawned, bored after a long day, or night, of exploring the caves. But then she heard a familiar voice from around the bend, perking her ears she picked up her pace. "Thrushwood?" she called, "Yes, it's Spiritwhisper". She rounded the bend and flicked her tail in hello before actually speaking, "Evenin'"

[Birdie°]

If anyone could lift his spirits, it was Spiritwhisper. Just the sight of her.
Or Chicoryshard. Either or, in his case. The Windclan tom gave her a small smile, as disgusted with their new living space as she was. From his eyes, any cat familiar with him could tell something was in his mind, troubling him, making him nervous.

Thrushwood rushed toward his friend, pressing his dark nose against her shoulder. It was a sudden, strange move for the tom; he was never a very touchy-feeling sort.

"Spiritwhisper, I'm going to kill Bluejay."

[ Repost for a reminder. C: ]