Wondering

[echo]

Spiritflare

Spiritflare was standing only a pawstep away from the smooth rocks that surrounded the running stream. Golden eyes bright with youth, the 8-moons old cat gazed across the water to the other side, where MoonClan territory lay. His tail was waving from side to side. Birds were chirping, and prey was running rather well. Ignoring the sounds of prey, Spiritflare closed his eyes and inhaled the fresh air. SunClan was his clan. Even if he had no clue where he had come from or how he got there, he was part of SunClan. His scar twinged, and a memory flashed in his mind.

There was a crowd of fighting cats. Somehow he knew they weren't clan cats, but rogues. He could see himself near the middle of the chaos, and 3 cats who were more familiar than the others were by his side. Maybe they were his parents and littermates. He couldn't be sure.

Spiritflare pushed the images aside. It was only a dream he'd had a couple nights before. It couldn't really mean anything, could it? Spiritflare flicked his ears in mild frustration. Who was he? Before the Clan had found him and adopted him, there was nothing. Whenever he groped for even the littlest memory of an earlier life, all he found was blackness. Whatever he was, he had forgotten it all. Moons of his life sucked away into someplace unknown to him. Forgotten. The light ginger cat sighed, resigned to the fact that he would never know what his past self knew.

There's a cat like me in MoonClan, Spiritflare suddenly thought. What was the cat's name? Bluepelt? Redclaw? Red-something. He knew what it was like to have forgotten everything about himself. Red-something had forgotten his past as well, just like Spiritflare had. Did that other cat have dreams like he did himself? Maybe. Did the other cat wonder constantly what he lost? Probably.

Spiritflare blinked his amber and blue eyes. He wanted more than anything to meet the MoonClan cat. Red-something.

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A small long-haired seal-point tom padded towards Spiritflare. His blue eyes stared at the young warrior, concern glowing in the soft blue pools. "You look troubled" Soulpaw meowed simply. Three words. An accomplishment for him, the cat who rarely spoke one word a day.

[echo]

Spiritflare was still staring intently across the river.
"You look troubled," a voice suddenly said, startling him. It was Soulpaw. The apprentice, usually quiet, was blinking at him worriedly.
Spiritflare glanced behind him for a brief second. The warrior wasn't much older than Soulpaw was.
"Nothing important," Spiritflare sighed, only a tiny bit disgruntled by the fact that an apprentice was asking him that. He had sensed a small question in the three words the seal-point tom had said. It was true, after all. The Clan didn't need to know what the light ginger cat was thinking to himself, let alone the fact that he wanted to talk to Red---that MoonClan cat. Spiritflare continued staring at the other clan's territory. It didn't matter what the other cats thought of his staring.