The sun was low in the pale, cloud covered sky as Vixenpaw jerked awake and almost yowled. Cold, leafbare air flowed into the den from the outside, sending a fierce shiver down her spine. Giving a small yawn, she got to her paws and shook out her fur before glancing around the den. LilyBreeze had gone with the other medicine cats to share dreams with StarClan and she left Vixenpaw in charge, but she had yet to comes back. Everything was quiet in the medicine cat den, except for WhiteSmoke's snoring, a senior warrior who was sick with whitecough. Stepping lightly, she moved around him and stepped out into the main, snow covered clearing.

She glanced around the clearing, spotting several warriors talking in a small circle near the camp entrance. Curious, Vixenpaw padded lightly towards where they were talking to listen in a little better. As she neared them, one of the warriors turned around a walked towards her. "What do you think your doing?" The warrior hissed in a harsh tone. Vixenpaw blinked and a small frown crossed her face as she recognized BlazingStrike, her father. Her father wasn't the nicest cat in the clan and has a habit of arguing on all decisions IceStar made, but he was still a strong fighter. "I was just wondering what you guys were talking about." She answered him, looked at the ground.

BlazingStrike hissed faintly in disbelief. "I highly doubt that. You're just wanting me to believe you so I don't realize that you're spying on me!" Vixenpaw flattened her ears and took a small step back. "I'm not spying on you, honest!" He shook his head and turned around to head back to the other warriors. Before he padded away, he glanced over his shoulder and hissed, "Go back to the medicine cat den where you belong! This is a place for warriors, not weaklings who can't fight or hunt!" As she started to reply, another warrior padded over to them. She blinked in surprise as she recognized the clan deputy, who shot a fierce glance at BlazingStrike.

"Excuse me, BlazingStrike, but is that anyway to speak to our own daughter? Being on the path of a medicine cat is important to the whole clan!" NightFlare said in a serious tone, her amber eyes glaring into BlazingStrike's own green eyes. "All because she didn't choose the path of warrior doesn't mean that you can push our daughter aside like a piece of freshkill." BlazingStrike's fur rose along his spine, anger boiling in his eyes. Hissing in frustration, he turned quickly around and walked away from NightFlare.

Vixenpaw took a few pawsteps back from the two warriors, startled. Shaking her head quickly, she darted away into the medicine cat den and jumped in her nest. She covered her face with her paws, her eyes glistening with sadness. 'Why must they always fight? Is it my fault that they argue so much?' She wondered to herself. 'Maybe things would have been better if I had never been born at all!' Closing her eyes, she hissed in slight anger. 'I know what I'll do...I'll run away from here...and never come back.'


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