Prologue

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Dustypaw leapt at Cursedpaw, pinning him down. "Take that back!" He snarled. Cursedpaw would attempt to struggle from Dustypaw's grasp but his grip was too strong. "Never! You're denying the truth of what happened!" He meows weakly.

As the two fought, SirensFall watched from afar. "Perfect..my plan is already working. Now the prophecy can seem fake and I can finally rule over LeafClan." The she cat laughs before getting up to pad off. Suddenly her eyes meet MixedStorm's gaze.

"And what do you think you are doing?" MixedStorm asked, raising a brow.

"Well you see..." SirensFall would be interrupted by a yowl behind her.

MixedStorm, who was now alerted, peers past SirensFall to see the two apprentices fighting. She then rushes over to stop them.

"Hey. HEY! Break it up you two!" MixedStorm growls, pulling DustyPaw off of CursedPaw. "What in Starclan's name is up with you two?" She growled.

"He tried to kill me!" Dustypaw exclaimed, shaking out his long coat.

"Lies! You were trying to get revenge on me for something I didn't do! AND you tried to deny the truth!" Cursedpaw growled.

"I don't care who started it. Both of you are in trouble. Besides. Does BriarHeart and SavingWish know you guys are out here? Or did you decide to sneak out Just so you could fight?" MixedStorm asked, her tone upset.

"No..we-" The two apprentices meow in unison before getting cut off.

"Nevermind..I don't need an answer. Either way I'm going to have to report this to WishingStar. And both of you are going to HalfMask and RaggedFlame to heal those wounds." MixedStorm ordered.

"Y-yes ma'am.." The two would follow MixedStorm back to LeafClan camp.

When they had arrived, some of the clan cats would look over at the beaten up apprentices with suspicious looks as MixedStorm lead them to the medicine den. Dustypaw kept his head low and avoided his gaze from anyone. Cursedpaw on the other hand, looked around, noticing people looking at him. They had padded across the clearing and into the medicine den where RaggedFlame, HalfMask's apprentice, was organizing herbs on the shelf. Iciclepaw would move pass the trio with a mouthful of herbs that he had collected from the patrol.

MixedStorm clears her throat. "RaggedFlame?"

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