❝ 𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙺𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝙼 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚄𝙳𝚂 ❞
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Spottedsong felt a shiver run down her spine as she stood erect and looking Cypressstar straight in his cold amber eyes. She unsheathed h...
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MOUSEPAW FOLLOWED CLOUDPAW, Whitefoot, and Dawnsplash towards their borders with WindClan and ThunderClan. They spread out to refresh the scent marks. Mousepaw went with Whitefoot to the ThunderClan border and refreshed them. When they were finished, Whitefoot addressed Mousepaw.
"Is there something going on that I should know about? Don't think I can't tell when my apprentice is worried," Whitefoot meowed.
"Oh . . . it's Dovepaw. I-I don't know if she wants me to tell any other cat," Mousepaw responded hesitantly.
"You can tell me. I'm sure Dovepaw won't mind, even if she does find out," Whitefoot pressed.
Mousepaw sighed in defeat. "Okay. It's about the RiverClan medicine cat. Dovepaw suspects that she's up to something, and she seems distracted too. I think that she's worrying too much and putting too much pressure on herself."
"Huh. That's very thoughtful, Mousepaw. Do you know why she's suspicious?" Whitefoot asked.
"Yeah. She said that the aura that Moonclaw releases is odd, and she says that Spottedpaw said that she feels like Moonclaw has done something to her because she can't talk in depth about something that she saw . . ." Mousepaw immediately snapped her mouth shut. "I wasn't supposed to say that!"
Whitefoot didn't seem to acknowledge that she wasn't supposed to say that. "What did Spottedpaw see?"
"I don't know, trust me! Dovepaw just said that Spottedpaw ran into Moonclaw yesterday, that's all I know!" Mousepaw answered desperately, feeling guilty that she shared private information without Dovepaw's or Spottedpaw's permission.
"Really. Does Owlheart or Cloudpaw or Skypaw know?"
"I don't think Owlheart or Cloudpaw know, and I haven't talked to Skypaw about it yet," Mousepaw admitted.
"Okay. That's fine. And I won't tell anyone else, if that's what you think is best."
"Thank you," Mousepaw meowed.
At the camp, crimson streaks were streaming into the newleaf sky, a sign that moonhigh was nearly here. The wind was cool against Mousepaw's brown-and-white fur. The last patrol was headed out of camp, and the rest of the Clan was headed to their dens to rest up. Mousepaw headed to the apprentices' den, but only to meet up with Skypaw. He said that he wanted to show her something in the camp. So that's what they were going to do.
"Hello, Mousepaw," Skypaw greeted her when she approached the apprentices' den. "Are you ready? You'll need to climb for this," he teased, as he walked up to walk beside Mousepaw.
"I can manage," Mousepaw meowed. "Lead the way."
"Okay." Skypaw veered toward the waterfall, but not exactly. He headed toward a crevice beside it. He slipped inside. Water sprayed them slightly as they entered, and the thunder of the cascading waterfall filled Mousepaw's ears as she followed close behind him. "I'll help you here."
