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Needletail's POV

I'm glad I'm not in the Thunder sector.

Everyday I hear faraway screeches- no doubt Dovewing. Classes start today, my first? Advanced Math. Hollyleaf and Alderheart are with me. The only problem?

Cloudtail is in the class too. Also well known for his obnoxiousness...

You guessed it. Berrynose.

I questioned myself many times over.

Why? Why why why why why?

I grab my tools. Pencil case, binder...

I jog to Advanced Math. Cloudtail already sitting down when I got there. I half snort half laugh when I realize he was wearing a rainbow afro for one reason or another.

A bad tempered girl called Nightcloud was lazily sitting in a chair, her delicate nose wrinkled with disgust at Cloudtail antics, no doubt.

Our teacher was introduced as Sandstorm, and she goes around guessing people's names until she gives up and the student has to tell her. When she moves on to Berrynose, he looked a little nervous.

"What is your name?" Sandstorm pondered.

"Patricia!" She suddenly blurted.

"Patricia! Patricia! Patricia! Patricia!" Cloudtail chanted with a scottish accent, his rainbow afro falling onto the ground.

Everyone joined in, eager to assault Berrynose.

Berrynose's face got as red as a tomato, and he bellows, "MY NAME IS BERRYNOSE!"

Sandstorm smiles at Cloudtail's antics, though slightly annoyed. Cloudtail slips his afro back on, beaming at his handiwork.

"Okay, Berrynose. Now, you. What is your name?" Sandstorm points a finger at Nightcloud.

"BOB!" Cloudtail cries, this time in a russian accent.(How is he so good at at all those accents?)

"Bob! Bob! Bob! Bob! Bob!" All focus is on offending Nightcloud, including mine.

Nightcloud's amber eyes glitter with fury, her lips a tight line. Her fair complexion made her face redder than Berrynose's.

Even her looks make us shut up.

"Your real name?" Sandstorm asks Nightcloud frostily, frowning with displeasure.

"Nightcloud."

Ivypool's POV

I brush my silver hair out of my face as Tigerstar showed us tricks for using a knife. Could be useful. Only a couple days- wasn't it? That Jayfeather and Lionblaze told me to spy on the Dark members.

Why?

How should I know?

I grab my serrated knife and in one graceful, fluid motion have Tigerheart, my partner pinned down.

Tigerstar is watching my duel with icy amber eyes, criticizing my knife angle and urging me on. Just to prove myself, I gently draw my gleaming knife across Tigerheart's wrist, mouthing "sorry."

Blood wells up in the wound I inflicted. Tigerheart blinks, and Tigerstar tells me to move on to Breezepelt. I allow Tigerheart to get up and move on to a black- haired boy. Breezepelt's eyes are determined, but I see how many are resisting Thistleclaw's and Tigerstar's orders. Breezepelt's reflexes betray his hesitant moves.

Because of Thistleclaw's glaring eyes, we pretend fight, Breezepelt steadily using his knife and drawing it against my leg. It stung, but luckily it was small so Sparkpelt wouldn't notice.

To return the favor, I allowed my knife to tear along Breezepelt's arm, hoping my eyes would tell him everything. He visibly winces, his hair clumped with sweat.

Eventually Tigerstar lets us go, and I tend to my stinging leg wound once I get back to my dorm. I pat a little ointment in, and I hear Dovewing screech again.

"SERIOUSLY!? CREAM CHEESE?!"

Ha. Highlight of the day. I walk down the hall, and Dovewing's blonde hair is clumped with white, along with cream cheese coating her delicate features. I find something- someone that shouldn't be there.

Nightcloud.

Videotaping my sister's dilemma with her phone. No doubt it will be on Snapchat in a matter of seconds.

I growl a few curses under my breath.

"Don't you dare," I hiss. Sure, my sister is annoying, but she doesn't deserve this.

Nightcloud ignores me. So I walk over and rip her phone out of her hand.

"Hey!"

I sprint down to the girl's bathroom, find the nearest open stall, and drop the phone in the toilet.

Nightcloud is furious.

"You'll regret that."

I glare at her. "Make me, Bob,"

The rumors are true since Nightcloud huffs angrily.

To rub it in, I add, "I bet that phone cost a fortune! It's a shame that the wires are destroyed due to toilet water,"

Even with her back turned I can tell Nightcloud is seething.

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