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Fogpaw dug up the earth on where he had hid his prey, and ran back to camp, somehow holding six pieces of prey in his jaws. Fogpaw yawned, dropping the prey and heading towards the apprentice den. "Stupid snowpaw," he growled, before curling up and angrily going to sleep.

Nettle's fur bristled, a small growl slipping from him. The blue grey tom didn't trust the two cats. Was it a trap? he glanced between the two, he could possible take on the she cat, she was closer to the entrance he went through, then he just had to get back to the den, but didn't want to risk leading to where he lived.

Tigerspots followed after the apprentices. He would need to have word with Fogpaw's mentor on the apprentice's poor behavior and attitude. He looked around to see if he could spot Leafshine, the deputy having taken over training the apprentice.

Jupiterkit woke up with a scared mewl as something large and fluffy curled over them. She calmed down once she heard Soulspirit's voice and crawled over to her mother to start suckling, her stomach rumbling. She made a small purring sound as she suckled.

Snowpaw sat out in the clearing, twitching her tail in annoyance. "I was just trying to help him." She hissed under her breath as she watched Fogpaw go into the apprentices den. Then she got a terrible idea. She ran into the medicine den and spotted Dawnflower and Cloudheart. "Fogpaw fell out of a tree! He's hurt bad, he just doesn't want to tell! He's in the apprentice's den!" She yowled before racing out of the den.

Dawnflower blinked and grabbed a bundle of herbs. She rushed into the apprentice's den and spotted Fogpaw. She started to examine him to see where he was injured at.

Ghost sat down. "Don't get so feisty. I've seen you around here before." She turned to slate. "What do you have against Clan cats?" She asked with a malicious gleam in her eye.

Nettle clawed the tom's nose before retreating back a few paces. He glared at Slate, as he growled, his tail twitching as he glanced briefly to the exit. If he could get there fast enough he would at least have a more open space to be working with.

Ghost followed Nettle's gaze and chuckled. She moved away from the entrance to let the tom go. "Go on. Run home to your den like a scaredy-cat." She hissed, flattening her ears a little.

"Maybe we could all do it together. My family was killed and they denied me a place to stay. They wouldn't even let me stay for one night." She hissed. She glanced at Nettle and smirked. "How about you bring your brother and help us out." She suggested, wrapping her tail around her paws. "I know a few other cats who might be willing to help." She noted with an almost evil smile at Slate

Nettle's fur bristled at the mention of his brother. "Leave him out of this," he growled, his claws sliding into the ground. "And if we choose to not help?" He didn't know these two or the clan cats for all he knows these two were lying.

"If you choose not to help, then let's just say that I know where your den is." She smiled maliciously and turned back to Slate. "Most of the time the waterfall in their camp will flood in New-leaf. We just have to wait for our moment and come off like a group of friendly cats wanting to help." She purred, beginning to groom her pelt, but not taking her eyes off of Nettle.

Nettle flicked his tail. "Fine we will help," he muttered. "But if anything happens to him, I will kill you." He glared at the she cat. "And you better not force him to do any of your dirty work either." He didn't want his brother being turned into a murderer.

Meadowkit let out a scared cry, and held Soulspirit's pelt. She could hear something cracking in the distance, and started wailing again. Everything around her was black, she couldn't tell if she was still holding on to her mother's pelt or not.


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"More likely, we'd end up killing you. Oh, also, I can handle all the killing by myself. So don't worry about your brother, he'll be fine for now...unless you decide to turn on us. But, that's besides the point." Slate said.

Runningpaw ran into the apprentice den hearing his leaders words. "Nightstar wants everyone up on the ravine," he said before exiting and heading up tp be on the ravine.

Crowwatcher and Eveningfern were already up on the ravine having returned from their walk. Worry flooded her as she wanted to head down to make sure her clanmates got out, especially her mate and their sons. "They are strong toms," Crowwatcher assured her. "I'm sure they will get out.

Tigerspots sighed seeing that it would have to wait as he made sure to get up to the ravine. Cedarwind exited the den, the tome not happy about being woken up, but hearing the leader's words he begrudgingly went up to the ravine. Honeywaters climbed up the ravine, her gaze flickering to the waterfall, was it just that time again? She had recalled leaving the area before in newleaf as the ravine tended to flood after leafbare.

Chirppaw and Foxpaw were out in the forest along the ravine with their mentors. So the call Nightstar gave didn't reach them, but the toms were already safe, along side their mentors.

Sparkpaw aided in helping her sister, Owlpaw up the ravine. Owlpaw nearly slipping a few times, the two occasionally having to stop so that Owlpaw could catch her breath or regain her footing. But soon they were with their clanmates.

Snowpaw noticed Nightstar kinda freaking out. "nightstar, is everything okay?" She asked as she padded to the clan leader, her anger over Fogpaw forgotten. Snowpaw listened and raced to the apprentice's den. "Everybody! We need to get to the top of the ravine. Nightstar's orders!" She raced off to the top of the ravine and that's when she realized that the waterfall was flooding.

Nightstar looked at Snowpaw. "Get every apprentice out of camp and to high ground. I'll explain later!" And with that he raced off to Highrock. "Everybody gather at Highrock for a clan meeting!" He yowled, hoping everybody would hurry.

Nettle gave a nod at the tom's words. He was still not certain of these two, but for now he had gotten himself into a mess that will be hard to get out of it seems. "Fine," he muttered, as he forced himself to relax. He needed to play it safe, that was the best chance right now to keep alive and to keep Snail safe.

Snail had choosen to follow his brother this time around, but had found himself lost. The tom wasn't good at tracking or hunting, and generally couldn't fight to save his life. So Nettle handled all those things. Snail flicked his tail as he sniffed trying to find his way back, and thankfully after a while managed to, he spotted the old twoleg den and headed for it, he knew it was best to have cover then being in out in the open.