Sweetberry padded across the moor. She was almost at the RiverClan border. Ripplestrike would be waiting for her there. She loved him. He loved her. And that wouldn't change, warrior code or no warrior code. Part of her loved it. The dare and the risk of sneaking out at dusk to meet him in secret. All the wonderful nights they had spent watching the sunset and counting the stars. But another part of her hated it. The knowing she could no longer call herself a loyal WindClan cat. The marking the border that kept them apart. She was torn between her duty to WindClan as their deputy and love for Ripplestrike. Sweetberrry took a deep breath and crossed into RiverClan territory. At first, all was still. Then Sweetberry caught the glint of dark blue eyes in the fading sunlight. A hefty silver tabby stepped out of the shadows, dark-striped fur rippling. "Sweetberry! What are you doing! We weren't supposed to meet tonight!" he exclaimed in a harsh whisper. But the gleam in his eyes betrayed his firm tone. "Oh, Ripplestrike. You must have known I would come, for why else would you be standing in wait for me?" Ripplestrike nodded reluctantly. Suddenly, Ripplestrike gave her a small shove forward. Then Sweetberry heard it: the sound of pawsteps- not far away. "You have to go," Ripplestrike told her urgently. "Bye," Sweetberry whispered quietly, before turning and dashing away. She'd be back soon. And once again, he'd be lying in wait for her.
For WinterBlade.
