"Mistfall? Sister?" my mew rings through the still night air. "Rainstorm?" Mistfall's drowsy voice answers, wavering slightly. Her pale cream pelt slides through the lichens of the medicine cat den, and her light blue eyes look as if they're still adjusting to the darkness of moonhigh. "What d'you need?" she yawns, her white teeth flashing. "Remember that promise we made as apprentices? Right after you changed from warrior to medicine cat?" I ask hesitantly. "Huh? What's that supposed to mean?!" I huff, glaring at her. --mistfall An irritable yowl shakes me from my thoughts. "Mistfall! Catmint!" ~ ~