Throwing caution to the wind, Breezepelt hared to the edge, going through as many streams as he could. On the edge of the lake shore, he stopped, tasting the air. Suddenly he turned his head and purred. "You're here." The tortoiseshell she-cat glared at him. "Of course I am. Just because I'm one of the oldest-" "Shh." Mapleshade rolled her eyes and turned to the tree bridge, muttering about clawing a certain cat's ear off...