2018 Linda Aarts
Published on stormrise.com on November 20, 2001
The keen nose
of Coldnose hadnt any difficulties to pick up Goldstars
trace. Obviously the female elder was so anxious at the
idea of finding Mudspatter that it didnt matter what
she left behind. Hawkeye shook his head. Stupid. Silly woman.
deep within him, he was scared. He was terrified. What if
something had happened to her? He had promised Talon to
watch over her. And he hadnt. He had failed.
The face of Wildlight
had already shown that. He should have stopped her. Then
hadnt took place. Everything
would be fine.
Except for the
fact that Goldstar would hate him because he had stopped
her. He knew what Mudspatter meant for her. The wolf had
filled the place that Talon left open when he died. Somewhere
deep within him he regretted that. He had wanted to fill
that place, somehow.
But he didnt, and he had accepted that.
A loud squeak
let him stir. Ripple flew above him, circled a couple of
time before he landed on Hawkeyes shoulder, where
he tripped up and down. This surprised Hawkeye. Without
knowing they had moved a long way already.
Ripple could follow me. I knew you would spot me when I
in the sending hurt Hawkeye. With narrowed eyes he spotted
the place where the sending came from, and he had soon found
the blonde locks. The face belonging to those locks was
raised to his; the leaf green eyes were spitting fire. Unwillingly,
Hawkeye did a step backwards, surprised by her hostility.
**Why is it that
you always keep an eye on me, scout?** Goldstar almost never
used his name. Even when he was young, she had always called
Hawkeye did another
step back. It wasnt normal that Goldstar was this
hostile. She normally was very friendly, a peacekeeper,
like some others called her. This wasnt her true self.
What was wrong with her?
knows that youre gone. He sent me after you."
He didnt dare to send, afraid that his feelings exposed
themselves. And he didnt want that to happen. Goldstar
narrowed her eyes for a moment, searching his face for clues.
Goldstar then sent, more quiet now. **Youve come this
far. Listen. Watch. Help me with this.**
glanced in her eyes. Bright green lights were fixed on his
face. **I want Mudspatter back. He is the one that helped
me getting over Talon.**
**That also could have been someone else if you let anyone
help you,** he replied without thinking. The mental voice
was filled with bittersweet thoughts.
The female stirred,
her eyes widened, and again narrowed, and she immediately
turned her back to him. A short while she stood there, totally
silent. And then, her short answer came in his mind, softly
as a rose. He sensed sadness, but it was soft.