Inquisitive orange and black ears twitched, the tips coming closer together, then growing farther apart a couple times in rapid succession, something that could have been considered un-catlike. The small, feline head poked up and out of the tunnel entrance, hidden behind a small, sparse bush and she peered into the camp of the Forgotten, the ones she spied on constantly these days. She couldn't help it. She was so intrigued by how they managed to survive so long with so little. They fought, more than some rogues, even, but yet they worked together. They had to, or they would die.

Her golden eyes blinked, wide with curiosity as she watched the cats coming and going, hissing, growling, comforting each other, plotting and planning. She knew she shouldn't be here, but she couldn't help herself. She felt so strongly for this, this wanting to help them. She wasn't sure why. She was so focused on watching, she didn't even pay attention to her surroundings. That would be a mistake, especially here.

She very nearly jumped high enough to smack her head on the top of the tunnel, after having withdrawn inside upon seeing the other cat coming nearer. However, she was hardly afraid. Just startled. There was no need to be afraid when you didn't quite care what happened to you. So, rather than crouch there and hope the other cat went away, she crept out to face her 'opponent'. She'd rather not fight, she wasn't really in the mood, but she would if she had to.

She didn't say anything, preferring to wait for a reaction from older feline. She was careful enough to not appear like she was about to attack, but other than that, she wasn't to picky on how she appeared. Her tail went straight down toward the ground, the tip curling to lay the last bit on the dirt. Her white paws were stained with brown from her journey through the tunnels, she hadn't bother to lick them clean yet. Her golden eyes stared intently at Rowanmoon, not afraid to meet another cat's gaze, but it was hardly an intense stare. She was simply curious, and it read in every little movement she was making as she came out, and then simply stood there.

I'm aware.

She replied, voice soft, though it hardly seemed so. It was fairly quiet, except for the occasional screech of annoyance or pain from the collective of cats in the background.

I have been for the past few moons. Ever since I stumbled upon the tunnels. Learning the stories were true... I just couldn't stop from watching. The clans know nothing of you,though, not from me, I promise.

She managed to keep her voice steady, though the more she spoke, the more she was almost certain she may get attacked. It made steadiness difficult, as she forced her body to stop from visibly shaking. She was still young, still unsure about many things. She also knew she likely didn't have enough experience to survive, of this cat decided she was too much of a threat.

She noticed the other cat softening, not quite as harsh as when she first scented her, and Coldfire allowed herself to relax a bit. Not enough that she would be caught off-guard by anything, but enough that it was visible.

Coldfire.

She knew she should also tell of how she had been born a clan cat, for it was certainly something the other cat should know, but she couldn't bring herself to tell. It had been something she was ashamed of after she had found that the Forgotten were real, not just a story. She'd rather avoid that topic of conversation if she could, but, then again, her name was a clan name, one that could just as easily give her away. She was so busy worrying about how the she-cat would react to the truth of her lineage, she didn't even realize she didn't know her name.