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It was midmorning, and the air was sweet. Chim’s quaint corner of the world was muggy and warm. He lay down beside the river, the lazy flow a few inches from his whiskers, with his eye partially closed as he half-heartedly fought against sleep. This late in the morning he would typically catch a fish to eat before heading down to spend the afternoon with his mate, but today he wanted nothing more than to curl up in the heat and slumber.
Instead, the ginger tom yawned and reached out one paw, letting his toes drag along the surface of the cool water. The quiet pattern of paws on the ground nearby begged his attention, but he didn't look up, assuming it was Pygmypawn coming to join him.
Lovearrow had wandered from SwiftClan, her kits were annoying her, her clan mates were annoying her, and she just needed a walk. But that walk lead her to a scent she knew far better than anything else. One she’d missed for moons and longed to breath in again. Nearly running at full sprint, she stumbled through the branches into an open area by a river. Lying there was the tom she’d dreamed about for many, many moons, the tom she longed to call hers. “Chimerastar!”
His head jerked up at the sound of his name and he stared at the warrior in dismay. How had she found him? Chim had been careful not to lead his clanmates or even his family back to his den; it was his private space, a quiet corner of the world that no one else could intrude upon. Lovearrow was one of the last cats he wanted to know where he lived.
"Lovearrow," he greeted cautiously, pushing himself up into a sitting position. "What are you doing here?" She was out of breath from running; was something chasing her?
Lovearrow had found him at last. The love of her life, the light of her sky, the hope of her heart! She’d finally found him! After all these moons too, it was a blessing she was sure. The fluffy white she-cat was purring at the mere sight of him as she pressed forward and into his side. “I was out walking and stumbled this way. StarClan must have lead me right to you! The she-cat had been running because she wanted the exercise, the freedom of it, and that action had lead her here. The best day ever, raced through her mind on repeat.
Chim sat stiff as she leaned into him, glaring upward with loathing in his one eye - if StarClan had led her here, they were in for a nasty talk next time he visited them.
"That's nice," he pushed her away with one paw, patting her once awkwardly on the head. "Your clan must be missing you, though. you better get back to them."
“Oh, they’ll be fine. You know SwiftClan, you created it after all!” She was pleased by that fact but also a little disheartened that he’d left the clan. No matter, she’d found him again and would leave the clan also to be with him. Her kits would be fine being raised by the other cats of SwiftClan. Before she could speak, a rustle was heard from nearby. It drew the two cats’ attention away from each other na fit the creature emerging from the brush.
Chim snorted, though regrettably, she was right. SwiftClan doubtless had no idea she was even gone, and even if they found out, they would not care. They might even think it was a relief, or a funny joke that she had found him after all these moons.
"Look-" he began, but his voice was snatched away by the rustling, and his eye snapped to the fox stepped toward them. Foxes were common near his den, but they had an uneasy truce -- a few scraps early on had taught them both respect for each other, and the foxes didn't try to prey on the trained warrior unless they had no choice. This fox was headed straight toward two warriors without a trace of fear in its eyes, and the smell rolling off of it made his coat prickle.
"We should-- we should go," he muttered uneasily, baring his teeth at the predator.
But Lovearrow wasn’t listening, no change there. Her eyes had narrowed at the intruder interrupting her time with the love of her life. It snarled and she snarled back. Real mature. But she should have taken notice of the crazed look to the fox’s eyes and the odd way it looked in general, maybe then she would have taken Chimerastar’s warning more seriously.
No chance was given a stage fox rushed them, crazed eyes darting form one to the other and body farting g in similar style. It could make up its mind who to attack first and at the last moment snapped at Chimerastar.
