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[OLIVE.]

Cosmic lounged about, stretching his limbs as his body rested on a tattered and worn-down brick wall. His favourite lounging place; but he had nobody to share his darling wall with. Was he really alone? Looking around, he didn’t take much interest in other kittypet she-cats, instead he was interested in a warrior she-cat. He wanted Starclan to bless him with such a thing! But what would they do for a lonely kittypet which they probably don’t know of? Nothing of course, who would care about this kittypet? He thought about how he was worthless in the world of spirits and such. Cosmic sighed, his blue eyes drooping with all the expression he could pour into them. A girl is what he needed; he needed it to be the love nurse!

Cosmic got up, his eyes sprung open and his jaw gaped as the tom with tabby patches breathed in the dew filled air. Leaping down onto a bin, and then leaping again. He wandered to the border, where the warriors lived. He knew of a clan called ThunderClan, all the other kittypets hadn’t ever heard of it. He left alone in a world of idiots. Clambering up onto the other side of his garden, he watched as small shadows moved around. He looked down at the tall grass, feeling hopeless. There was nothing he could do, nor could he say. Cosmic, the lonely kittypet was stuck like this forever. Or, so he believed...

[Kᴀᴛʏᴄᴀᴛ]

Silverwish trotted out of camp alone. She wanted to hunt, but also to be alone, away from the busy hustle of the Warrior's Den. She old mentor brushed past her, garing at her, and Silverwish increased her speed, not wanting to be reminded of her Aprentiship-hood.

She raised her muzzle and closed her eyes, sniffing the air. Her nose crinkled and she scented a mouse, not too far from her. She pressed her silvery body to the cold forest floor, and held her tail still. The only part of her that moved were her green-gold eyes, flicking from side to side. She located the mouse, a small rustling not far from here. Her attention switched when she noticed a pidgeon. They were much less common, and would feed more cats. It was grooming its feathers, oblivious to the threat of the hunting cat.

Silverwish crouched lower, so her fur brushed the hard ground. She put one paw forward softly, slowly shifting a little of her weight onto it. She then moved a back paw, again, so slowly, so gently. She continued, edging up, til she could almost taste the juicy meat on her toungue. She licked her lips, and the slight movement made the pidgeon hop a few feet. She contiued to stalk it, and it continued to hop away.

After a long time, she got close enough, lowered her hind-quaters, and pounced, landing squarely on top of the bird. She snapped its neck quickly with her teeth, and hopped off, examining the bird. Looking up suddenly, she realised she had gone a long way. There was a wall behind her, but nothing else she could recognize. Panicking, she glanced up, only to see another cat. She didn't recognize him, and she crouched protectively over her kill.

[OLIVE.]

    Cosmic was startled. A warrior, from the forest, up against  his fence? He couldn’t believe his eyes, for a beautiful she-cat crouched in  front of her, seeming over-protective of her prey. Fiddling with his blue  collar, he was unsure of what to say to this beautiful she cat in front of him.  The grey and white she cat was underneath him, and Cosmic was confused. Pulled  over, he smiled and jumped down, walking towards the cat. ’Don’t mess it  up...Don’t mess it up...’ He told himself, padding over, nerves swelling in  his belly. This would be the first warrior he’d ever talked to.
“H-hello...I won’t harm you and your prey..” Cosmic  muttered, loud enough for her to hear but still quiet as he looked down at his  paws. He felt like he was going to collapse for a beautiful she-cat stood in  front of her. He looked up and looked into her eyes, feeling a wave of mossy  greens shine into his blue eyes, making his eyes feel worthless. He gave a  small smile, and tried his hardest to look cheerful. Would it honestly be  cheerful? Would he collapse from embarrassment? He didn’t know what this  special ‘meeting’ would hold for him and the strange warrior.