[[Kindred Spirits]] Hunter and Kestreldive

Hunter continued to pad up the slope, finding it a lot more difficult than it had been to slide down it, his paws slightly flayed to grip more sand, though it only felt uncomfortable to get sand caught between his claws. However he knew that the warrior was watching him leave, most likely to make sure he stayed out of the territory and didn't come back, so he tried to keep a steady pace.

The tom wasn't sure what to make of the warrior, because as much as she seemed to distaste him for being a 'loner', she had done little to treat him like one except for lecture him about how being a clan cat was better, which he found was a common trait in all clan cats. He supposed she had been quite nice in fact, considering she had told him about the tide and while she was calling him Tidehunter, it was certainly better than being called a 'Rogue' or 'Kittypet' by other cats who almost seemed to spit the words to symbolise their respect. Though the loner wasn't sure whether she liked him back, and that she hadn't pushed him out earlier just because he was a large and strong looking opponent.

Just as he almost reached the top, he heard her voice call out loudly, and he looked around wondering whether she was shouting a warning or a threat. But instead, the Maine Coon came to a halt as she told him to take care. His amber eyes slightly widened in disbelief, unused to another cat caring, because most would only care for themselves. They were all competing to survive weren't they? A smile curled onto his jaws, and he yowled back. “You too Kestreldive... make sure you look after that tide for me. I can't say I won't try hunting it again.” He chuckled, and carried up the slope, happy to see the wind had died down enough for him to trot away with little difficulty. The loner made sure to remember this path, because these Tidalclan cats didn't seem that bad.