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Honeyspots and Silverfin made their way to GrassClan full of guilt; they had, after all, left friends and cousins behind defenseless and without food. They made it to Pebble Place by sundown the night after visiting the Moon Cave. They rested in the empty gathering place for the night, and woke early the next morning, eager to continue their journey.

"Where should we go?" Silverfin asked. Of the two, he understood the least about their situation, and he hoped that Honeyspots would be able to help him in some way.

"I-" Honeyspots started, but stopped short. "We should look for more forested areas, I think." She wasn't sure if that's what they were supposed to do, but that was her best guess.

"Makes sense," the tom nodded thoughtfully. "Let's start looking along the WillowClan border." It was Honeyspot's turn to nod in agreement because that made the most sense. They walked steadily, side by side all morning, slowly moving south on the WillowClan-GrassClan border. Suddenly, around sunhigh, Silverfin stopped.

“What is it we’re even looking for?” He asked bitterly. The sudden realization that he didn't know what to even look for made him angry. They hadn’t eaten breakfast, and they'd been searching the grass and underbrush diligently, but now it felt like they'd wasted their time.

“Somewhere to make a camp that's surrounded by ferns.” Honeyspots hesitated before she answered, and when she did her voice wavered slightly. Silverfin squinted and frowned, but didn't say anything. “We should take a break and eat,” she mewed and looked around. There was significantly less snow, almost none, than there was in LakeClan, and there should be a lot more prey around.

“Yeah, okay,” Silverfin mumbled, and stalked off, not waiting for a reply from Honeyspots. He needed to get away from her for at least a little bit. He wandered for a little bit, not at all interested in hunting. He needed to get over the fact that Honeyspots was just as unsure about this as he was, but it was still so frustrating. No. It was more than that, but he didn't know the weird for it. All morning he had been relying on her to lead the way because she knew StarClan better than he did. He should have known better. He shouldn’t have expected this to take a single day. Silverfin sighed. He pushed the thoughts from his mind. He couldn't dwell on those thoughts or it’d make him and Honeyspots miserable. He opened his mouth to scent the area and began padding quietly toward a faint prey scent. The tom was so focused on following the scent, that he wasn’t paying a bit of attention to where he was walking, and he stepped right into a narrow, slow-moving, brown river. He stepped back in surprise and shook his paw, sending water drops flying. Paying closer attention to his surroundings now, he sniffed the air again. The prey he was after, he realized now, was a vole. He glanced around quickly, trying to find it with no luck. The grass on the bank to his left rustled, and his head jerked. He still couldn’t see it, but he knew if he waited much longer, it would see him and cry out. Quietly he dropped to a crouch, and bunched the muscles in his legs. He waited another moment, and then jumped to where he had seen the grass rustle. He was wrong in his aim, but not so far off that the vole was able to escape. It squeaked, but then was silenced with a quick blow to its head. He picked it up gently, and walked along the river bank back to where he had left Honeyspots.

While Silverfin was hunting, Honeyspots attempted to, but had gotten sidetracked. She had gone in the opposite direction, and stumbled upon a patrol.

“Hey! You lost?” One of them shouted at her from a distance, startling her. She padded closer to them before answering (she wasn’t one for shouting), and they met her halfway.

“Yeah,” she started, but was interrupted before she could say anything else.

“You wanna tag along with us? We could always use another set of paws,” another cat mewed with a friendly smile.

“No thank you,” Honeyspots shook her head. “I’m not that kind of lost. StarClan sent me and my friend to GrassClan to start a new clan. We’re looking for a place in the more forested area, we think.”

“Well, if I were you, I’d turn around. The trees end just up ahead, and that's our territory,” a third, less friendly cat chimed in.

“Sounds like you’ll be traveling a bit,” the first cat cut in. “There are some traveling herbs around here. Our medicine cat comes this way quite a bit. Sorrel, daisy, and burnet, I think.”

“Thank you,” Honeyspots smiled and dipped her head in gratitude.

“Later, sweet pea,” the first cat purred, and led the patrol away. Honeyspots grimaced and flicked her tail before walking away. Knowing what herbs were around, she was able to sniff them out with ease. She picked a pawful of each, and wrapped them in oak leaves she pulled from a low hanging branch. Worried she was keeping Silverfin waiting, she hurried back the way she had come without stopping to search for prey.

“You didn’t catch anything?” Silverfin asked, bitterness lingering in his tone from earlier despite his attempts to cast it aside.

“No,” Honeyspots mewed, dropping her oak leaves at her paws. “But I came across a patrol that said the forest ends a not far from here, so we should turn around. And I found some traveling herbs, so we can spend more time searching and less time eating.” She studied Silverfin's face. He looked like he wanted to make a retort, but he said nothing, and instead nosed his vole in her direction, silently saying that he would share.
They ate in quiet, sitting with a polite distance between them. When they finished, their bellies were full, but not so full that they felt sleepy or unable to keep going. Honeyspots buried the bones of the vole, and picked up her herbs. Silverfin waited for her, and then began walking back toward the river.

“I want to go this way,” he mewed firmly, not really leaving any room for debate, which was fine with the torbie. When they reached the river, the tom stepped in and began walking upstream. It made Honeyspots smile. He had always liked being in the water, and she could see him relax as he stepped in. She followed him in without hesitation. Together they made a sort-of-loud, gentle splashing as they walked through the water, carefully placing their paws so they wouldn’t slip on mossy rocks.
They continued upstream for quite a bit, and then they peeled away when their paws got tired of being wet. When they peeled away, they began searching again. They checked everywhere they could think to look for a good camp spot, all the way to the edge of the woods, and then when they reached the edge, they turned around and searched the area again until they reached the river.

They spent days searching like that. They would walk along or in the river, and then search to the edge of the trees, and then back to the river. Probably a week and a half passed before they reached a spot in the river where it split. It was late when they reached it. The current was stronger and the water was deeper there, and they were tired- far too tired to swim across. They followed the bend that night, trying to find a decent place to rest. At one point, they strayed from the river and Honeyspots tripped. Upon further examination, they discovered that the hole she had tripped on was a burrow, and they decided that it was good enough. They followed it and found a shallow pit, and decided to settle. They fell asleep, huddled together, almost instantly.

Too soon, they were woken up by hard, angry breathing, rough pushes, and shouts. Groggily, they lifted their heads to find an angry gray tom in their faces.

“Get up! Get out! Get out!” He hissed, his lips drawn back in a snarl. “This place is mine!” He reached a large paw out, and swiped at Honeyspots, tearing away some of the fur on her shoulder. The she-cat yowled and, still barely awake, stumbled backwards in the tunnel. Her shrill yowl seemed to bring Silverfin to his senses, and he brought himself to his paws and stood between his friend and the angry cat. The angry tabby didn't make an attempt to attack again, but kept head-butting them back and back until they stumbled out the other side of the tunnel. Honeyspots and Silverfin took a moment to blink the bright morning sun away, and the angry tom took that chance to jump at Silverfin. The toms rolled over each other, batted at each other's faces, and pummeled each other’s bellies. Hissing and spitting, Silverfin lashed out and snagged one of the tom's ears with a claw. The pain made the gray tom reel back, giving Silverfin time to get to his paws.

“That’s enough!” Honeyspots shouted, ignoring the stinging pain coming from her shoulder. The two toms halted and turned to look at her, their sides heaving. “We’ll leave. We didn’t mean to trespass. We have to go finish our search anyway,” she mewed sharply, squinting at the stranger. There was quiet for a moment, while the stranger stared at her.

“What are you searching for?” He asked finally.

“A place to live near some ferns,” she mewed shortly.

“What’s your name?” He asked, hesitating again before he spoke.

“Honeyspots,” she answered, her fur beginning to bristle. She didn’t know the purpose of these questions, but she really just wanted to leave. There was more silence, and then finally:

“I think you might be looking for me.”

“What?” Silverfin snapped.

“I was told to come here by some stranger, and hide and wait, and not to take any honey when it came to me. I thought it was bullshit, but I was sick of the fucking city, so I left.” The gray tom shrugged, all of his previous anger seeming to have simply disappeared. Silverfin and Honeyspots exchanged a look of confusion, not totally understanding all of his words.

“So, what makes you think we’re looking for you?” Honeyspots asked suspiciously.

“It just feels right,” the tom mewed, hostility edging back into his voice. “Look. We can stay together for a while, and see if it is right. Maybe one of you asks your gods or whatever it is you believe is in the stars. If it’s not right, we part ways and never see each other again.”
Honeyspots and Silverfin exchanged another look, and then looked back at the stranger.

“Fine,” they agreed in unison after a moment of silence.

Description
Honeyspots and Silverfin made their way to GrassClan full of guilt; they had, after all, left friends and cousins behind defenseless and without food. They made it to Pebble Place by sundown the night after visiting the Moon Cave. They rested in the empty gathering place for the night, and woke early the next morning, eager to continue their journey.

"Where should we go?" Silverfin asked. Of the two, he understood the least about their situation, and he hoped that Honeyspots would be able to help him in some way.

"I-" Honeyspots started, but stopped short. "We should look for more forested areas, I think." She wasn't sure if that's what they were supposed to do, but that was her best guess.

"Makes sense," the tom nodded thoughtfully. "Let's start looking along the WillowClan border." It was Honeyspot's turn to nod in agreement because that made the most sense. They walked steadily, side by side all morning, slowly moving south on the WillowClan-GrassClan border. Suddenly, around sunhigh, Silverfin stopped.

“What is it we’re even looking for?” He asked bitterly. The sudden realization that he didn't know what to even look for made him angry. They hadn’t eaten breakfast, and they'd been searching the grass and underbrush diligently, but now it felt like they'd wasted their time.

“Somewhere to make a camp that's surrounded by ferns.” Honeyspots hesitated before she answered, and when she did her voice wavered slightly. Silverfin squinted and frowned, but didn't say anything. “We should take a break and eat,” she mewed and looked around. There was significantly less snow, almost none, than there was in LakeClan, and there should be a lot more prey around.

“Yeah, okay,” Silverfin mumbled, and stalked off, not waiting for a reply from Honeyspots. He needed to get away from her for at least a little bit. He wandered for a little bit, not at all interested in hunting. He needed to get over the fact that Honeyspots was just as unsure about this as he was, but it was still so frustrating. No. It was more than that, but he didn't know the weird for it. All morning he had been relying on her to lead the way because she knew StarClan better than he did. He should have known better. He shouldn’t have expected this to take a single day. Silverfin sighed. He pushed the thoughts from his mind. He couldn't dwell on those thoughts or it’d make him and Honeyspots miserable. He opened his mouth to scent the area and began padding quietly toward a faint prey scent. The tom was so focused on following the scent, that he wasn’t paying a bit of attention to where he was walking, and he stepped right into a narrow, slow-moving, brown river. He stepped back in surprise and shook his paw, sending water drops flying. Paying closer attention to his surroundings now, he sniffed the air again. The prey he was after, he realized now, was a vole. He glanced around quickly, trying to find it with no luck. The grass on the bank to his left rustled, and his head jerked. He still couldn’t see it, but he knew if he waited much longer, it would see him and cry out. Quietly he dropped to a crouch, and bunched the muscles in his legs. He waited another moment, and then jumped to where he had seen the grass rustle. He was wrong in his aim, but not so far off that the vole was able to escape. It squeaked, but then was silenced with a quick blow to its head. He picked it up gently, and walked along the river bank back to where he had left Honeyspots.

While Silverfin was hunting, Honeyspots attempted to, but had gotten sidetracked. She had gone in the opposite direction, and stumbled upon a patrol.

“Hey! You lost?” One of them shouted at her from a distance, startling her. She padded closer to them before answering (she wasn’t one for shouting), and they met her halfway.

“Yeah,” she started, but was interrupted before she could say anything else.

“You wanna tag along with us? We could always use another set of paws,” another cat mewed with a friendly smile.

“No thank you,” Honeyspots shook her head. “I’m not that kind of lost. StarClan sent me and my friend to GrassClan to start a new clan. We’re looking for a place in the more forested area, we think.”

“Well, if I were you, I’d turn around. The trees end just up ahead, and that's our territory,” a third, less friendly cat chimed in.

“Sounds like you’ll be traveling a bit,” the first cat cut in. “There are some traveling herbs around here. Our medicine cat comes this way quite a bit. Sorrel, daisy, and burnet, I think.”

“Thank you,” Honeyspots smiled and dipped her head in gratitude.

“Later, sweet pea,” the first cat purred, and led the patrol away. Honeyspots grimaced and flicked her tail before walking away. Knowing what herbs were around, she was able to sniff them out with ease. She picked a pawful of each, and wrapped them in oak leaves she pulled from a low hanging branch. Worried she was keeping Silverfin waiting, she hurried back the way she had come without stopping to search for prey.

“You didn’t catch anything?” Silverfin asked, bitterness lingering in his tone from earlier despite his attempts to cast it aside.

“No,” Honeyspots mewed, dropping her oak leaves at her paws. “But I came across a patrol that said the forest ends a not far from here, so we should turn around. And I found some traveling herbs, so we can spend more time searching and less time eating.” She studied Silverfin's face. He looked like he wanted to make a retort, but he said nothing, and instead nosed his vole in her direction, silently saying that he would share.
They ate in quiet, sitting with a polite distance between them. When they finished, their bellies were full, but not so full that they felt sleepy or unable to keep going. Honeyspots buried the bones of the vole, and picked up her herbs. Silverfin waited for her, and then began walking back toward the river.

“I want to go this way,” he mewed firmly, not really leaving any room for debate, which was fine with the torbie. When they reached the river, the tom stepped in and began walking upstream. It made Honeyspots smile. He had always liked being in the water, and she could see him relax as he stepped in. She followed him in without hesitation. Together they made a sort-of-loud, gentle splashing as they walked through the water, carefully placing their paws so they wouldn’t slip on mossy rocks.
They continued upstream for quite a bit, and then they peeled away when their paws got tired of being wet. When they peeled away, they began searching again. They checked everywhere they could think to look for a good camp spot, all the way to the edge of the woods, and then when they reached the edge, they turned around and searched the area again until they reached the river.

They spent days searching like that. They would walk along or in the river, and then search to the edge of the trees, and then back to the river. Probably a week and a half passed before they reached a spot in the river where it split. It was late when they reached it. The current was stronger and the water was deeper there, and they were tired- far too tired to swim across. They followed the bend that night, trying to find a decent place to rest. At one point, they strayed from the river and Honeyspots tripped. Upon further examination, they discovered that the hole she had tripped on was a burrow, and they decided that it was good enough. They followed it and found a shallow pit, and decided to settle. They fell asleep, huddled together, almost instantly.

Too soon, they were woken up by hard, angry breathing, rough pushes, and shouts. Groggily, they lifted their heads to find an angry gray tom in their faces.

“Get up! Get out! Get out!” He hissed, his lips drawn back in a snarl. “This place is mine!” He reached a large paw out, and swiped at Honeyspots, tearing away some of the fur on her shoulder. The she-cat yowled and, still barely awake, stumbled backwards in the tunnel. Her shrill yowl seemed to bring Silverfin to his senses, and he brought himself to his paws and stood between his friend and the angry cat. The angry tabby didn't make an attempt to attack again, but kept head-butting them back and back until they stumbled out the other side of the tunnel. Honeyspots and Silverfin took a moment to blink the bright morning sun away, and the angry tom took that chance to jump at Silverfin. The toms rolled over each other, batted at each other's faces, and pummeled each other’s bellies. Hissing and spitting, Silverfin lashed out and snagged one of the tom's ears with a claw. The pain made the gray tom reel back, giving Silverfin time to get to his paws.

“That’s enough!” Honeyspots shouted, ignoring the stinging pain coming from her shoulder. The two toms halted and turned to look at her, their sides heaving. “We’ll leave. We didn’t mean to trespass. We have to go finish our search anyway,” she mewed sharply, squinting at the stranger. There was quiet for a moment, while the stranger stared at her.

“What are you searching for?” He asked finally.

“A place to live near some ferns,” she mewed shortly.

“What’s your name?” He asked, hesitating again before he spoke.

“Honeyspots,” she answered, her fur beginning to bristle. She didn’t know the purpose of these questions, but she really just wanted to leave. There was more silence, and then finally:

“I think you might be looking for me.”

“What?” Silverfin snapped.

“I was told to come here by some stranger, and hide and wait, and not to take any honey when it came to me. I thought it was bullshit, but I was sick of the fucking city, so I left.” The gray tom shrugged, all of his previous anger seeming to have simply disappeared. Silverfin and Honeyspots exchanged a look of confusion, not totally understanding all of his words.

“So, what makes you think we’re looking for you?” Honeyspots asked suspiciously.

“It just feels right,” the tom mewed, hostility edging back into his voice. “Look. We can stay together for a while, and see if it is right. Maybe one of you asks your gods or whatever it is you believe is in the stars. If it’s not right, we part ways and never see each other again.”
Honeyspots and Silverfin exchanged another look, and then looked back at the stranger.

“Fine,” they agreed in unison after a moment of silence.