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Ghostscreech quickly swiped a paw out and caught the mouse, breaking its neck and setting it aside as he waited to see if Frostmoon found anymore.

Featherfoot blinked at the small change he noticed in his apprentice. Tigerpaw seemed withdrawn by something. Featherfoot looked at him for a moment longer before he ushered lightly. “Let’s go to the training hollow then. I know that Southmist and Scarletpaw probably are trying to get ahead of us, but we can’t let that happen, right?” He tried to encourage.

Tigerpaw tried to brighten up at the mention of his sister getting ahead of him. "Oh uh no I can't let that happen." He spoke, trying to push the fear from his mind. Featherfoot wasn't Shadeclaw. He'd never hurt him... but thats what they thought about Shadeclaw too.

"Take a walk with me?" Lightingstar asked him, nodding his head towards the camp entrance.

Frostmoon dug around the nest more, this time hissing as she felt another mouse. She sank her claws in and pulled it out, killing it quickly with a bite. She sighed, mewing.
“I think there’s baby mice in there. Should we pull those out too?”

“I’ll have you know that I’m actually a pretty good fighter when I want to be. You’re in good paws.” Featherfoot perked up, hoping Tigerpaw would keep upbeat if they got out and trained. “I remember this big old tom named Lester in Twolegplace. He once won a fight with a twiggy little rouge by sitting on him! Just sitting on him. Can you imagine that? Twolegplace fights could be so silly sometimes. But clan battles are way more skillful and calculated. You’re a clever tom. I know you’ll do just fine.” He praised, moving to lead Tigerpaw out of camp.

"Huh," Plumfur twitched her whiskers in amusement. "Interesting way of showing it. I'm not sure about Shadeclaw though..." she wanted to stay as far away from that trouble as she could. She would never support him.

Darktail nodded slowly, "I suppose you're right about my parents and Peachdapple, they all have unbreakable bonds and as long as they still have some kin, I suppose they can keep going. Do you really think I'd be good with kits? I feel very awkward with Flurrykit and Drizzlekit... like I'm going to somehow hurt them or something." 

"She knew she was wrong when the elders were banished." Dapplenight mewed softly, wanting to trust in his sister's goodness. "The rouges...the first time they attacked, they nearly killed Orangebreeze. We only survived that day because Vixenrose pushed us into the bramble wall and guarded us. Autumnfall never forgot that. She's...she's protective, and it can lead to her making rash decisions if she thinks it'll keep us safe. She and Jaytalon were friends before that. She's been awkward around him, and it gets a bit stressful for me to watch it. Uhm...I'm just not very good at making friends in general so..." He trailed off, before looking gently at her.

"But...well, I'm good at picking the best mate in the clan."

Darktail's flicked his ears, mind flashing with strange feelings of hurting his own kin, where was that coming from? He'd never hurt anyone in his clan. He sighed, looking back at Midnighstream with wide eyes. "Maybe, I don't think I've had any dreams of hurting any cats, but I have these... feelings. I would feel a lot better if you were with me when I talked to them. I know I would never hurt them intentionally, but I'm still worried about it."

Plumfur felt flushed at the compliment, brushing up against Dapplenight. "Thank you... but perhaps that's one of my strengths as well." The fact that she had someone in the Clan to trust and talk to meant more to her now than ever before. She loved her siblings, but they were quite different from her in temperament. "I remember that fight clearly... I would hope Autumnfall does as well. Do you trust her?" she asked.

"Then I think you have your answer with Autumnfall. I'm sure she'll figure it out. If I can, so can she, right..?" Plumfur reassured. "She sounds a lot like Magpiewing, actually... ready to challenge others all the time, yet so brave. I wish I could be more like her sometimes. But maybe I can protect you the way I am, like you just said."

"Yeah. I'm glad we have them, though. We can account for our differences." Plumfur spoke. "And even though I'm not as brave as Magpiewing, I'm happy you think I'm enough..." She always thought of herself as too quiet and shy compared to her littermates.

Lightninstar walked in silence for a few moments before answering his friends question. "I'm not getting any younger." He spoke. "At this point the cat I choose for deputy will most likely become leader." He looked over at him. "So I was curious your opinion as I value it."

Tigerpaw forgot his worries for a few moments as he listened to Featherfoot. "Can you tell me more about the twoleg place?" He asked his mentor. "It sounds like a really weird place."

“Hm? You want to know more?” Featherfoot perked at the question. The trek to the training hollow would take some time, so he knew that talking about such things would be a good way to pass the time. “What could I possibly fit into so little time? Well, for starters, the cats there are all so incredibly different. Cats you would never even think were real! Some had markings that made them special to twolegs. All of them were very spoiled kittypets.” He chuckled. “Though, most are loners that wander the place. I was actually rescued by a she-cat with a funny voice. Fiona. That was her name. She and all her many, many kits. They brought me to Suki and Indigo, who raised me for many moons. Sadly, there was no trained Medicine cat. That’s why the scars on my back are so big. It took a long time to heal.” He explained, before blinking softly.

“But there are frightening, mysterious cats there too. They called them Shadow Cats. Not like Shadowclan cats. These cats were more dangerous, more hostile than even Shadowclan. They’d travel in stealthy groups. None of the cats I was with ever really dared to cross into the territory where twolegnests grew bigger and bigger and bigger. They hunted there.” He sighed softly. “I think about Bloompelt and Cricketsun alot. They must surely be there together...and if the scents were any indication, then your brother is probably with them. At least we can assume that they’re safe, I hope.”