"Greetings, Rosetail." Rosetail watched as Brook extended a paw in front of her. She recalled Stormfur telling her that this was a sign of greeting and welcome in the Tribe of Rushing Water.
"Brook." Rosetail mewed curtly. Stormfur padded cautiously up to her and touched noses with her. She heard his muffled meow close to her ear.
"Hello, my beloved." He mewed softly.
The she-cat managed to choke out a greeting to her past love. "How are things in RiverClan?" Before Rosetail could reply the RiverClan leader, Leopardstar, padded up to him. "Fine, thanks. What brings you back here all the way from the mountains?" She asked.
Rosetail thought she detected a hint of caution in her voice when she spoke.
Stormfur hesitated. "Just thought I'd, er, pay the Clans a visit." He mewed carefully. Leopardstar seemed to accept this, though she still did not look comfortable. Reedwhisker stepped forward and greeted his old friend. Rosetail suddenly became very uncomfortable. Her feelings for Reedwhisker were growing rapidly, yet she could not forget the tingle that went down her spine every time she looked Stormfur in the eye.
After the long day, Rosetail longed to curl up in the warriors den next to Stormfur and Mosspelt, but she knew she had to go back to her cramped nest in Mothwing's den. The ginger and white she-cat curled up in her dry, warm, moss-lined nest and closed her eyes. Despite her exhaustion, Rosetail found it hard to sleep. She kept worrying about her injured leg. Will I ever be a warrior again? She wondered. Images flashed across her mind of herself standing in the training hollow with an apprentice of her own. But the cat that bothered her most that night was Stormfur.