They met in the Dark Forest. That was how Breezepelt knew her. They trained together under Hawkfrost. The dark brown tabby tom had insisted they fight each other, stating something along the lines of, “It would be beneficial.” Breezepelt had suspicions that there was another reason, but no matter. Instead, he listened to his Dark Forest mentor and trained with her.

Eventually, those training sessions turned into meetings in the waking world. She was a RiverClan warrior. He shouldn’t be doing this. Was he betraying WindClan by meeting up with her? Surely not. He hoped so, at least. He didn’t even seem to realize that by training in the Place of No Stars, he was giving away Clan secrets.

He focused on making his way to the Gathering island. It was the safest way for them to meet, after all. It wasn’t like their Clans shared a border. Sitting quietly next to the giant log that connected the two masses of land, he curled his tail neatly over his paws.

He would wait for her. Hopefully, she would show up. They were meeting sometime in the middle of the night. They should be training, yes, but she had asked him to come anyway. Something about needing to tell him something important.

So here he sat. It wasn’t long before a familiar figure approached. He let out a grunt, meeting her gaze as she neared.

“Breezepelt,” she breathed. “You actually came.”

“Of course I did. You said it was important. So spit it out.” His tone was harsh, but she paid no mind to it. She had long since grown used to his bitterness. She took a breath before holding his gaze and speaking.