(This is from Passion's POV, btw)

I don't know if I could've found a better week. The weather was perfect for traveling, and finally, I was back at the edge of the place that raised me.

WindClan territory.

The breezy scent littered the place. It was moonhigh, but nothing should've washed away the scent that the evening patrol had left hours ago.

Also...there was the fact that two brown eyes (I don't care if cats don't have brown eyes #yoloswegggg) burned my pelt like the green-leaf sun. This scent was fresh...because it came from the blotched tabby watching me from atop a hill.

He knew I wasn't an intruder. I knew he wouldn't drive me out. For what seemed like seasons, our gazes were locked on each other, until he turned, looking behind him, then padded to me without hesitation.

"Passion..." he began, now only a few tail-lengths from me, "...you have to go. You're not allowed here." His words were firm but burried within them, I could hear his inner weakness.

I looked at him unflinching. "Then why don't you come with me? To the mountains?" I offered, smiling playfully at him. His brown eyes dimmed as if he were in immense pain. I was kinda surprised. "Skye...?"

"My name is Skytail," he straightened up, not seeming weak anymore. What was his deal? He was fine with the name I had given him. Why defend his warrior name when it was the code it came from that acted like claws to my heart? "Passion you know I can't go with you."

I felt kinda hurt at this point. He was usually so nice...it seemed like he wanted to go with me before...

"Passion we can't meet again."

His words ripped me from my thoughts like a thorn being pulled from a pad from any cat who didn't specialize in the medicinal practice. "Whaa...?" was all that escaped my mouth.

"Moorstar's gone off the deep end. He wants nothing to do with you...if I leave with you..." he stopped and gazed as his white paws, nearly-silver in the moonlight, "...Moorstar will send a patrol to...to..." He never finished his sentence, but I knew what would come next. Moorstar would want me hunted down and dispatched of in fear that I'd hypnotize all his warriors into following me or some other fox-dung theory.

"Can't we...still...talk?" I squeaked, now feeling small and defeated.

"No." Skytail's tone was sharp, but sad. I know he was only thinking for the best...but he was my last friend aside from Nuro... I needed him...

"Passion I need to go," he finally said, ready to turn and bound away at that signature, WindClan speed.

This is cool!

WHY WON'T JOO TEXT MEH I'M LONLEH : : : : ' (

"We will talk again, right?" I asked quickly, hope welling in my voice.

"Maybe..."

I held my breath.

"...In StarClan...if your beliefs are even similar to mine at this point."

I wanted to hold my breath until I died right there and then. I felt a tension release behind my eyes as they got hot, and tears began to dampen and black-and-white fur.

"Goodbye, Passion," he finally said, then without letting me say anything, he ran as if he were about to report a badger sighting to Moorstar. I collapsed.

"I've lost everything...everything..." I wept, whispering silently to myself. My old life was gone. I was happy with my new one...but I was in mourning. My foster-father hated me. My foster-siblings never wanted to see me again, and now my best friend...he had told me we'd only meet again in heaven...maybe not even then.

My heart ached. I wanted to desperately to be a normal WindClan cat. Everything would be so much easier. I would've never fallen for a dog. I wouldn't have ShadowClan blood...everything would be alright...forever. Everything would be alright forever if I was a normal WindClan cat.

But I wasn't. I picked up my pathetic self and turned towards the mountains. I wish I could look forward to going back. "Goodbye...Skye..." I breathed so quietly, even the whispering breeze seemed to swallow my words. Without much conscience effort, my paws began carrying me back to my home. It'd be a few days before I reached it...but I'd be home...where I knew in my heart I belonged...

...even now, I still sometimes wish I belonged out there on the moor.

-END-

Do you think Passion and Shadowstream would know each other? Shadowstream does have kits in Windclan. They're new warriors now.

Oh, and can we continue the warriors/loners RP? It kinda died before it got very far.