Talk:The Marsh/@comment-4312567-20121020084009

Firestorm panted, finally catching up to Shadowfire. His tired eyes scanned the marsh, then he brightened.

"I know why we're here! Dad's meeting us here, isn't he?"

Shadowfire nodded grimly, then, scanning the terrain, grabbed Firestorm by his scruff and pulled him across to the edge of the DarkClan border. He dropped the fiery tom, and muttered,

"He's meeting us here--incognito. So be quiet, okay?"

Firestorm nodded mutely, his face alight with excitement. Then a thought hit him.

"Wait a second, where was he when we were taken into DarkClan?"

Shadowfire muttered inaudibly. Firestorm leaned forward innocently.

"What was that?"

Shadowfire grunted. Firestorm murmured again.

"What?"

"The body we were found in--that was our father. We were taken in, but he decided not to join DarkClan. So he left us in the company of the clan, where we would be safe, and he went--not a long way away, but enough to give us... privacy."

Firestorm's eyes widened.

"That's--interesting. Where is he?"

"I'm right here, Firestorm."

A jet-black cat with dark silver flecks seemed to materialize from the shadows, his gold and black eyes glinting with amusement.

Firestorm gave a low whoop and sprang towards his father.

"Dad!"

The tomcat sidestepped and quickly slid a bundle of moss to soften Firestorm's fall.

"Yes, I'm your dad. You've been doing well."

Shadowfire purred.

"Yes, we're warriors now."

"As it should be. Now, come on, we've got a whole afternoon together until you have to return to the camp."