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Odd, to see a pair like them wandering together when they did. In the middle of a rainstorm? Absurd? A cat and a wolf together? Madness! Yet before his eyes were the two, trekking mercilessly through the cold air, and it brought the tom to thinking, perhaps it might be enjoyable to question this peculiar alliance, become a part of it if he must. Having a huge, lumbering canine on his side would save him a lot of trouble over prey squandering. Then again...
     The ginger tabby watched from underneath the damp rock ledge jutting out from the ground to provide some shelter. He had been clumsy in his time of hunting and ignored the storm until it was overtop of him, now he would have to ease himself into the bitterly cold downpour just to get back to his cave. The thought of the usually warm, stone overhang by the base of the mountain warmed his heart, thinking of the prey and the nice moss he dragged in from the forest. Ever since his leaving the woods he expected life to be brutal and unforgiving. In this flurry of weather, one might think it so, but he grew to love his new path of existence. The only worry? Change. The pair coming across the landscape was a big change to everything, and he didn't want such things near him. All past pondering of joining them dissipated like the air in his coat as he emerged, water plunging through his hair like icy tendrils.
     With a hiss of discomfort, he dragged himself in the trail of the two, fur flattened uncomfortably, eyes squinted against the rush of cold all narrowed by mist and the water droplets bouncing off the hard, solid ground. In terms of sneaking, his colors and stripes didn't help either, likely more to bounce out like fire in the night. At these times, he wished strongly that his fur was grey to match in the environment.

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Long moments had pressed on inevitably as they trekked through the unforgiving torrent; however a change in scenery had significantly lifted spirits. Small shrubs and spruce trees were blotched along the earth which instead of flat out stone, was patched with browns and faded greens as soil made its mark. Better yet, the horizon which, though couldn't be viewed well, was sloping upwards in jagged spires, which meant a long time of climbing would soon befall the weary pair.
     Sparrow couldn't wait to reach the top, he didn't want to rest nor stop to hunt, surely the accompanying little-claw had enough endurance as such for something like that? Their pack certainly held out during the attack, so that had to mean something for their survival skills. His pelt now matted as they pawed their way up the formidably steep inclining slope, his nose twitched, but he couldn't smell much past the pine needle scent and the dangerous weather. The thoughts of what Falcon had said invaded his conscience and drove him forwards, a flood. He believed it to be this; if it kept raining, surely it had to be!

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     Locustkit spat indignantly, having to shelter under a wolf in a rainstorm as they clawed their way up a mountain? Absurd! Her entire clan was probably wiped out by now? Cliche! She'd heard way too many elder stories about cats like this; cats who journeyed to restore dead friends or to keep their family safe, and for what? They all defied logic and were too perfect to listen to! Although when she was very young, her fable role model had been a she-cat named Harespring who traveled across the greatest lake on a floating landmass with twolegs on it just to restore her captured friend. Thinking on it, the legend began to envelop her senses, despite many physical discomforts.
Long ago, a cat named Harespring of MeadowClan was best friends with a tom named Canaryfeather. The words of the elder rang in her ears. But one day, Canaryfeather went across the border to explore and was captured by odd, two legged creatures that we now call twolegs for this oddity. After hearing about this, the she-cat traveled after the direction he disappeared and found herself caught as well! She was entrapped in a weird, silver cage with thin tendrils to keep her inside. TwoLegs visited everyday just to look at her until a fateful time came when they let her out; when a small one of the creatures went to grab her, she made a run for it! Now you might think they were to abandon Canaryfeather, but the same colorful furred beasts took the yellowy furred warrior in his cage and brought him to their monster, driving away in it. Grief and panic stricken, Harespring searched for a way to follow the direction once more, and resorted to stowing away on the odd Twoleg contraption that traveled across water...