The more anger you carry from your past, the less amoumt of love in the present

[Cloverleaf]

OOC: Six and Heather ONLY PLEASE!!

Heatherpelt padded slowly through the long soft grasses of her old home. This is the place she used to come to think, or try and steady her mind from whatever havoc was back at camp. But most of the time she came here to watch ThunderClan's territory. She would wait until she could catch Sixstar's scent before going any further. Her tail-tip flicked back and forth, leaving a trail of parted grasses for her mate to follow.

[Saberclaw]

Sixstar's ears were pricked, alert for any sounds. This as not his territory and he knew it but then again there wasn't much trouble in this place was there? He rolled his amber eyes at the thought. The night was still young and tomorrow Sixstar would be able to hunt with his brother, something that he would've thought earlier, would ever come.
He padded forward, his mate's scent in front of him. "Heatherpelt," hesaid softly comin up behind her. In the soft irridescent light he could make out her golden pelt.

[Cloverleaf]

The golden she-cat pricked her ears to show she was listening. Her tail rest softly on his shoulder as she came to a very small clearing. It was perfect enough for three cats to git easily, but it was just the two of them there. Her yellow eyes switched to various places whenever something moved.

[Saberclaw]

Sixstar followed her and stopped next to Heatherpelt in the small clearing. He turned to Heatherpelt, his eyes revealing love for her but his thoughts full of anger and uncertainty. Saberclaw's my brother, how could she doubt him? He's old and weary and has no other place to go ad I won't leave him to die, he thought.

[Cloverleaf]

Heatherpelt sat down, tail curling around her paws. She pushed her nose into his fur, taking in his scent. Her eyes reflected the happiness and warmth she felt for him. She looked down at her paws, gaze sinking into a hollow trance. Will things ever even out between us? Neither one of us can stay angry over something so insignificant. Especially with the kits.

[Saberclaw]

Sixstar licked Heatherpelt's had affectionately. His gaze began to wander though, the wind whispering to the trees as though they were alive. He snorted at the thought but froze. I would never mock such a thing would I? It is just wind though isn't it? Why would I feel such regret for something so small?

[Cloverleaf]

Heatherpelt licked his cheek warmly. "When I was a WindClan cat I used to come here. This place was to me like Sunningrocks is to you." She mewed quietly, looking through the cool green grasses.

[Saberclaw]

"It's calm and quiet," Sixstar commented, his voice soft. Once more his gaze swept over the clearing. He turned once more to Heatherpelt. "These two places can ease our minds andhearts, perhaps even in the middle of horrid anger," he spoke quietly, his eyes falling to the ground.

[Cloverleaf]

"Peace always counters anger. One isn't stronger than the other. They balance things out, I guess." Heathepelt mewed, her tail-tip flicking. "Especially when those you love are involved."

[Saberclaw]

Sixstar didn't seem to believe that. How can that be possible? If peace counters anger then anger has to counter something..., Sixstar couldn't put his mind on it and he didn't want to, he didn't want to think of that right now but tthe thought kept coming back. He sunk his claws into the ground, frustrated. What? What can it counter? he thought in frustration.

[Cloverleaf]

Heatherpelt looked down at Sixstar's claws. She smiled slightly and rest her tail on his shoulder. "This is a place to relax. Not get your fur in a bunch, mousebrain." She purred, flicking his ear with her tail.

[Saberclaw]

At touch of Heatherpelt's tail, Sixstar sheathed his claws. "There are just...so many things, so many unanswered things," he said with a sigh as though he had been holding the weight of the forest on his back.

[Cloverleaf]

"But you can't answer everything. If you and I could, we'd be mightier than StarClan. Then there would be nothing left for us to keep our faith in." Heatherpelt mewed calmly, her golden eyes falling to her paws.

[Saberclaw]

"How could we loose faith in our ancestors? They have given us so much to love and worship and they have taught us so much," Sixstar purred. He glanced up at silverpelt. "Perhaps we should be getting back?" he suggested.

[Cloverleaf]

"Yes." Heathepelt mewed simply. Since her kits were taken from her, she didn't like to leave the camp for too long. Sighing from the memory of the day, she pushed it aside. She turned her sorrow into anger and anger to hate for the rogues. She began padding towards the camp, her eyes on the path ahead of her.

ooc: Wow....ok what was it we were deciding again?