So! I don't know if some of you know, but my friend Lightningfire and I are challenging each other by covering the same word, main character, and Clan. I'm excited to see how we can take the same word and have completely different stories! If you want, you can read this, then head over and read Lightning's story! Anyway, I'll shut up so you guys can read now. Hope you like!

"Sandleaf?" The very pale ginger tabby paused, but didn't turn. "Are you going to be alright?"

"Roansong?"

Sandleaf swallowed. "I'll be fine. It will just take some time."

BlazeClan's medicine cat sighed. "It will be an adjustment for all of us..."

Sandleaf continued to her den, unable to stop the memories or heartbroken tears that filled her eyes.

"You go."

"No! It's Sandleaf's turn!"

Sandleaf giggled. "It is not! I went last time, Goldtuft!"

The golden-brown she-cat sighed. "Fine..." She looked over the many bugs and snails and slugs Violetflame had gathered, picking one and eating it.

"Aw, gross!" Violetflame reeled back, her face a mixture of glee and discomfort.

"You picked it out!" Goldtuft swallowed, giving a slight gasp. "I hate this game."

"Sandleaf?" She looked up. BlazeClan's medicine cat, Burrpelt, was smiling down at her. "Do you think you could attent the vigil?"

Sandleaf grunted, refusing more treats to come to her eyes. "I guess," she murmured.

"Sandleaf... what are you doing?" Roansong asked, her dark amber eyes questioning.

"Sh!" Sandleaf hushed her friend, her leaf-green eyes focussed. "I've got this." She suddenly sprang into the clearing, starting the pigeon into a squacking frenzy into the air.

Roansong padded up to the disgruntled Sandleaf, laughing. "What have you 'got' exactly?"

Sandleaf scowled at her, but couldn't help the smile creeping across her face. "You have an unhealthy taste of the giggles, Roansong!"

"Goldtuft, Violetflame, we bid you farewell," Burrpelt murmured. "May you have good hunting, swift running, and shelter when you sleep."

"Sandleaf, would you mind checking on Roansong's patrol?" Redstar asked. "They've been gone for too long. She took Goldtuft and Violetflame with her."

Sandleaf nodded and took off, folllowing the scents of her friends. It was when she smelled blood that she slowed, approaching with caution. She pushed aside a bush to see Goldtuft and Violetflame with their throats torn out, and Roansong standing over their bodies, her paws soaked in their blood.

"Roansong?" Sandleaf's voice cracked with betrayal.

Roansong turned, her pelt bushing. "Sandleaf! It's not what it looks like!"

"How could you?" Sandleaf's heart was shattering as tears began to spill down her face. "I trusted you."

"Please, Sandfern. Listen to me," Roansong begged.

"I trusted you," Sandleaf said again, her head shaking and her voice quiet.

"Sandleaf wanted to say a few words," Burrpelt told the Clan.

Sandleaf stepped forward. "Goldtuft... Violetflame. You two accepted who I was and welcomed me into my new life. I'm sorry ours together was so short."

"Roansong, for murdering two of your clanmates, I send you into exile." Redstar bared his teeth. "Make sure we never see you again."

Sandleaf took a deep breath. She had to remind herself that although her friends were gone, they would still watch over her. She would have to get used to it, is all. Complete and utter acceptance.