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Seafoam looked towards the nursery with a sigh, "I'm sure they're ready, I just hope they'll stay out of harm's way for any upcoming battles. They're too young for that."

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Mothsong listened silently. Perhaps moons ago she would have sneered Slatesight and Mapleleaf’s names. She had once believed Hornetstrike to be lesser since he had been found as an outsider kit, long before it was known that Quailsong was his father. But now, looking at the pain in Magpiewing’s eyes, and knowing of her own pain in never being told the truth of her own father, she couldn’t find those sour feelings anymore. If anything, she felt less lonely knowing someone understood.

“Well…” Mothsong murmured. “I understand that, alot actually. Your father’s a medicine cat that broke the code. My father was a murderous rogue who terrorized everyone he ever met. Neither of us were supposed to be born, and yet…I guess we’re still here. I appreciate that you’re here. I’ve always respected your dedication and your blunt honesty. It’s refreshing compared to being tiptoed around.”

Hornetstrike looked at Slatesight with a twinge of guilt, though he soon shook his head and assured. “I hope Magpiewing knows, father or not, that I would always be there for her if she needed me to be. I think most kits want that, in the end, to know that you will be there for them. Maybe it’s time we truly ask how Magpiewing feels…and maybe assure her that you’re still her father and that you love her, even if she revealed the truth.”

Peachdapple nodded to the two, mewing as she turned to slip from the den. “Just call me when you’re ready to go on that patrol to speak with Skyclan. The less hostile we look, the better. We’re striking a deal, not a demand.” She humored, before she reminded herself that she needed to see if they could get a cat or two out to help collect herbs.

Lightningstar nodded to his deputy. "I know." He sighed and shook his head. "Before you go, would you send Sunthroat and the others (all the cats with twolegplace experience) to my den?"

Featherfoot padded curiously after Ghostscreech, having been summoned by the deputy to report to Lightningstar’s den to speak. He slipped in quietly, looking curiously at the leader.
“Did something else happen? Ghostscreech said you wanted to talk about something important?”

Frostmoon watched with a flicker of unease as cats were being called into Lightningstar’s den. Was this another attack patrol? Would they succeed where she had failed? For a short second, she wanted to just run to her mother and ask her how to fix this…but she knew she was a grown Warrior. She couldn’t just cry like a kit.

Leopardfrost gave Ravenshade a nudge into Lightningstar’s den, going in herself after. She blinked in surprise at the suggestion to hunt in the twolegplace, “Well, there are quite a few abandoned twoleg den’s that prey like to hide in.” She mewed thoughtfully.

Eclipsepaw nodded in agreement to what Leopardfrost said, “Especially in the cold season.” She added.

Lightninstar wrinkled his nose lightly at the idea of hunting in a Carrionplace and eating rats. Now wasn't the time for predjudices however as the clan needed prey. "Is it safe?" He asked, remembering Greaser's gang. "There may be prey but we don't need to be battling other cats constantly for it."

Ravenshade spoke up softly." As long as you stay close to the forest." She looked at the leader. "Rogue gangs live much closer to the center."

“The Shadow Cats…” Featherfoot shook his head quickly. “They roam deep in the Twolegplace, where the twolegnests tower closer to the sky and the grass is replaced by nothing but black and white stone. I was always told to keep out of that place, though I snuck a few peeks my last moon living there. I saw patrols of cats, kind of like the ones here…but they chased off or attacked any cat that got too close or didn’t ask to hunt in that spot. I remember running far, far away when one turned and looked at me. His eyes were so blue, like ice! Pelt as black as the night sky. It looked like he could stare into my soul. I was hardly old enough to be considered a Warrior at that time, it really did spook me how that tom stared at me.”

The memory stained in his mind before something suddenly clicked in his head. “Funny enough, Ravenshade, remembering those cats, that particular one kind of looked like you.” He commented thoughtfully. “Though most black cats look similar, I reckon.”

Featherfoot blinked with surprise at Ravenshade’s words. She had been one of those cats? A flutter of curiousity filled him, but he held himself back from bombarding her with questions. Instead, he sighed with relief. “That’s good. I admittedly don’t think Tigerpaw should be introduced too much to Twolegplace. It’s not really a place for Clan cats sometimes, and he’s still eager to prove himself. Too eager, as most are that young.” He swished his tail lightly. “We won’t let you down, then.”

"Ok, Featherfoot, Leopardfrost, and Ravenshade, you will take a patrol after the clan meeting to the twolegplace and see what you can find." Lightningstar spoke. "I'm going to address the clan about this and sunningrocks, then you may go. Sunthroat will help you get a patrol together." He nodded to his old friend and deputy. "Eclipsepaw, you can join them when Peachdapple says you are healed enough to start going on patrols."

“You may go.” Lightningstar dismissed them. “And on your way out could you send Frostmoon in here? I believe she is waiting outside.” He spoke.

Leopardfrost looked over at Ravenshade and Featherfoot, giving a nod at the two others. She stood up, following the others out of the den.

Eclipsepaw left Lightningstar’s den, heading back to the apprentice’s den. She was lost in thought, thinking about the twolegplace. She hadn’t been back since she had left with Lightningstar and Sunthroat, it was going to be strange seeing it again. She wonders if she would run into her siblings or mother again.

Sunthroat looked at Lightningstar, dipping his head. “We just need to make it through leafbare. Once the prey returns fully, we can stop going to the twolegplace.” He said before leaving, giving a nod to Frostmoon as he left.

“We were going to check the borders, and…When we approached Sunningrocks, Riverclan had already begun to mark the rocks. It…I should have kept the patrol hidden and turned back to get reinforcements. My patrol wasn’t fit for an outnumbered fight, but we…I didn’t want Riverclan to think that Thunderclan would ever show their bellies. So I ordered the attack, and…” Frostmoon hesitated, before she swallowed and forced herself to look at steady and formal as possible.

“It was my fault that the patrol lost the battle. I acted rashly, and they won because of it…My clanmates are injured because of it. But they all only followed my order, so the fault is all mine, not theirs.”