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Goldheart grumbled as he headed out of camp, he still couldn't believe his perfect sister had gotten chosen to be deputy! Sagefoot didn't deserve it one bit.

Sagefoot stood in the middle of camp, assigning patrols for the day. She looked calm and collected as she addressed the crowd in front of her, but could still feel the nerves welling up inside her. What if she messed up and sent someone on two patrols?

Larkpaw was snoozing in front of the apprentices den, tired from early morning training.

Goldheart eyed Furyflame quietly before letting out a huff, "I suppose I can aid you in your hunt. I don't have anything better to do. And.. nothing. You wouldn't understand." he grumbled, setting a brisk pace towards the moor.

idk why I just... didn't respond to the others XD )

Goldheart raced after her, tail lashing in annoyance as she took off. "I don't particularly enjoy talking to anyone in the clan if I'm going to be honest." he replied with a sniff.

Sagefoot chuckled quietly before humming lightly, "If you two would like to go together, Jasmineheart needs a few to go check the Riverclan border. If that's alright with you of course." she added quickly.

Jasmineheart gave a shysmiled to the siblings, from where she was standing within the crowd.

Larkpaw pried an eye open with a yawn, "Oh, hi Weasalpaw. We were out early this morning and I didn't get much sleep the last couple of nights, I'm just so excited for my mother!" she mewed, eyes darting to find Sagefoot among their clanmates.

okay but Goldheart and Furyflame can bond over their trauma XD )

Goldheart laughed, a rusty sound coming from the usually bitter tom. "No, but my sister's the deputy now even though everyone knows we're half-clan. My mother is dead and never cared about me anyway. And Patchriver got herself killed as well." he huffed with a sniff. "I don't have any reason to be happy here."

Jasmineheart dipped her head to the two, the skittish she-cat a bit put off by Tinyflower's gloomy presence. "Oh um don't worry about me!" she mewed rather awkwardly before heading towards the entrance of the camp. "Let's get a move on then, I hope we don't find any trouble."

Larkpaw's grin only grew as she assessed Weaselpaw, "You should show me what you've learned so far! I want to surprise Twigtail! Don't you think he'd be so surprised if I showed him an advanced battle technique? Oh please Weaselpaw!"

Goldheart looked Furyflame up and down, eyes narrowed. "You're half-clan too? Don't really look like it to me, I suppose I got off lucky compared to Stormfury though, I wasn't cursed with my father's Shadowclan build." the tom's expression soured at the mention of his father and Shadowclan, hatred for both glowing in his eyes.

Jasmineheart relaxed considerably as she fell into step beside Siltpath, "Seems so. Now that's it's newleaf, I hope Shadowclan upholds their statement and gives back fourtrees, otherwise I'm worried a war might break out."

Larkpaw leaped to her feet, looking like Weaselpaw had just put the stars in the sky for her. "Oh thank you! Where do you want to start?"

Goldheart took a few hesitant steps towards Furyflame, feeling an odd sort of friendship forming between them. He frowned though as he thought about the Riverclan warriors he knew. "I'm not too familiar with the warriors of Riverclan, but I did see Stoneplash talking with a large Riverclan tom at the last gathering, so I suspect that it's him." he snorted, a devilish grin appearing on his face. "Guess who my father is. I'll give you a hint, he's white with a black tail-tip and the next gathering is going to be very interesting."

Jasmineheart flicked her tail, "I would hope so. I just know we all need at least a few more moons of peace. The moors aren't exactly recovered from the fires yet so I doubt Shadowclan's land is either."

Larkpaw scampered after her cousin, moving in front of her and dropping into her best crouch. She took a moment to still herself, urging her tail not to wave wildly in her excitement. Once she was sure, she lunged forward towards Weaselpaw, swiping a paw out at her shoulder.

Goldheart's ears flattened, "It's not that he doesn't care for us, because I think he does, but Fireblaze and I are the second litter. Sandstorm always tells me about these great memories of my mother taking them to the border to meet him, but that was before he was deputy. He didn't have time for us I guess" he muttered quietly, a rare but genuine hurt reflecting in his tone. "Your mother was great friends with mine. I wonder if they bonded over their rule-breaking habits."

Jasmineheart flinched at Tinyflower's sudden outburst, although she supposed she should be used to it having Splashstone as a brother. "Your right Tinyflower. We can always go hunt more at highstones if we must, Windclan comes first. I don't think the clans have shared prey since Adderclan times."

Larkpaw nodded, face scrunching with effort as she attempted to absorb every word out of Weaselpaw's mouth. "That makes sense. Twigtail says I have to use my speed and small size as an advantage. I bet I could run circles around a thunderclan cat!" she mewed with a giggle.

Goldheart shook his head, "They must not, but that makes me wonder how Stormfury was able to so seamlessly integrate himself into the clan. Especially if he had no ties there. He even has a mate whose expecting kits now! He may even have kits already, that she-cat wasn't at the gathering last moon. I don't even fit into my own clan and now he gets to fit into two?" he frowned, glancing over Furyflame. "Do you think you would fit in at Riverclan if you tried?" he asked, voice much more gentle as he addressed her.

Jasmineheart nodded, "Well you're right about that Siltpath, but my mother and the elders told me so many stories about it I feel like I was there, and I know I don't want it to happen again" she glanced at both siblings before sighing. "I agree somewhat with both of you I suppose. Windclan always comes first and we do what we must for our clan above all, but if Windclan is stable enough to help the other clans it couldn't hurt. Especially since that usually means getting assistance from the clans we've helped when we're in need of it."

Larkpaw flicked her tail in acknowledgement and stepped back into her original position, crouching down she lunged in one direction and then the other. She attempted a third but lost her balance and nearly fell, righting herself at the last second. "Woah! That's harder than it sounds."

Furyflame gave a small noise of indignation, before a snicker escaped her. She felt deep empathy for Goldheart’s plight, but the thought of her fitting into Riverclan? It was inconceivable!

“You kidding me? Look at me, Goldheart! I’m as slender as a gorse stem! My paws are a fraction of the size of my father’s. Riverclan would make me the first Warrior completely incapable of swimming. No, I would never fit in there, no matter what I did. Windclan is where I’ve always belonged. I’ve always known that...” She hesitated, before sighing lightly. “Splashstone feels as if he doesn’t belong anywhere either. I think he’s afraid that Starclan will punish him for existing. They wouldn’t do that, yeah? That’s not fair if they did.” She grumbled.

“Agh. I guess the clans owing us does sound pretty good.” Tinyflower finally admitted, a thoughtful look on her sharp face before she scoffed sharply. “Sometimes I wish we had been clanborne. Maybe then our mother would have cooler stories.”

“Adderclan isn’t cool or some silly joke! It was a serious idea to unite the clans...but...but it failed, because cats grew selfish in power!” Siltpath caught himself, coughing a bit as he recalled his conversations with the Warriors in the Dark Forest. Adderclan, of all it’s flaws and failures, had foundations in what sounded like a genuinelly ideal way to bring peace to the clans. Siltpath didn’t like making enemies. He didn’t want to find joy in fighting anymore. He didn’t want cats like Meadowbrook trying and failing to gain power like that again. Maybe...maybe one day it could be done right.

Tinyflower looked at him with a roll of her eyes, cuffing his ears as she snorted. “You’re going to scare off Jasmineheart with your obsession over kit-tales and history. Focus on the now! Like this hunt, right?” She looked at Jasmineheart then.

Weaselpaw smirked lightly as she moved to help her cousin with her form. The older apprentice nudged her legs carefully, and lowered Larkpaw’s tail with her paw. “The trick is to be balanced, but also light on your paws. So light that you wouldn’t feel it if you hopped quickly on a sharp stone.”

"That's what I assumed. Splashstone thinks in strange ways. He's easily able to see the negatives, he can't see the positives like Jasmineheart and I can." Furyflame sighed, shaking her head as she followed after Goldheart. It had been a while since she had such a deep conversation. To know she and her siblings were not the only half-clan cats in the clan had always been a bit of a relief. She focused on hunting again, lifting her nose. "I smell a rabbit. It's faint though..."

"You're a tunneler, I'm sure you wouldn't disappoint Sagefoot even if you failed." Tinyflower scoffed, before she offered with a hint of determination. "Besides, we'll have that border marked in no time at all." She turned then, allowing Jasmineheart to lead again as Siltpath padded next to them, surprisingly subdued for once.

"They say that the best Warriors in Windclan can do it. I hear that Hickoryfrost is so good at tunneling that even with his bad eyesight, he can avoid any stone on the ground. Breezefoot is so quick that the wind chases him." Weaselpaw mewed, the gruff apprentice flicking her tail sternly now. "You want to be a great tunneler, right? No obstacle can be too great for you, got it? No kin of mine is going to be a slacker of a Warrior,  yeah?"

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Silverpaw was looking for a rabbit in the fresh-kill pile, but on the way he spotted Burrowpaw. "You seem a bit antsy," he observed. "Have you gone into the tunnels today yet?"