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A quarter-moon had passed since the border fight with ShadowClan. Havenpaw had just received permission to leave the medicine den and return to full apprentice duties. Her belly was sore and scabbed, but it was almost healed nevertheless.

Havenpaw looked up to see a black tom padding towards her, the long whiskers on his muzzle straight and his dark fur sleekly groomed.

"Hi, Havenpaw," he meowed calmly, dropping a sparrow at her paws, "Want to share this with me?"

The black-and-white apprentice's green eyes widened, stumbling backwards, "Uh…no…I mean yeah…wait maybe…you make me sparkle!"

She thumped down into a sitting position and leaned down to take a bite of the bird, at the same time Reedwhisker bent down to take one. She drew her head back and let Reedwhisker take the first bite.

Havenpaw took one while Reedwhisker was chewing. The meat seeped out of her mouth at the corner and she inhaled a feather. She spit out the food and coughed up the feather, now coated with mucus. She quickly pushed the chewed food away and smiled at Reedwhisker, who was watching her with uncertainty in his handsome eyes.

"Reedwhisker!" Mosspelt called out from across the clearing, Perchpaw at her side, "Border patrol! Get Lizardpaw."

"Right! I forgot," he admitted to Havenpaw, "Sorry! You can finish."

The black tom hustled off to the apprentices' den, calling Lizardpaw. The two toms padded across the clearing and exited camp next to Mosspelt and Perchpaw.

"I wanted to go," Havenpaw grumbled, gulping down the rest of the sparrow.

"We're doing battle training," Mallownose meowed, coming up behind Havenpaw, "Your warrior assessment is in a quarter-moon and you need to brush up on your fighting."

"Right," Havenpaw sprang up, swishing her tail, "Let's go."

The two cats walked out of camp together and padded into a reed-ringed clearing, the ground soft moss.

They reviewed a few basic fighting moves and Havenpaw even learnt a new defense move.

"Like this?" the black-and-white apprentice twisted around, ducked, and swept out her enemy's paws.

"Yup," Mallownose meowed, "This is enough for today. We're on dusk patrol so we should get to bed."

Havenpaw silently exited the training clearing, following Mallownose. They padded back into camp just as Reedwhisker's border patrol returned. The black tom nodded at her with a smile on his face. Havenpaw looked away and scampered into the apprentice den.

Lizardpaw and Perchpaw followed her, arguing about who had caught a fish.

"I drove it into your paws!" Perchpaw exclaimed, "You swiped at it, but missed, and then I splashed to drive it back into you!"

"I would've caught it either way!"

Havenpaw sighed and shut out her sibling's bickering.

She let her head flop down between her front paws and she closed her green eyes.

Perchpaw curled up beside her, argument with Lizardpaw apparently forgotten, and Havenpaw felt her sister's flank move up and down regularly as she fell asleep.

Lizardpaw muttered a few words to himself before curling up. Havenpaw cracked open one eyelid to see what he was doing. The tom was just curling up in bed, right after his routine, consisting of; grooming himself, straightening his whiskers, stretching, and then grooming himself again. Havenpaw sighed as she thought of her brother's weird ways.

Havenpaw woke to a harsh ray of sunlight shooting through the den, courtesy of the rising sun. Lizardpaw snored loudly, laying on his back, at the other end of the den. Perchpaw was curled up tightly beside Havenpaw, and ever-so-often her black paws twitched as she dreamed.

Havenpaw rose to her paws and gave her fur a quick once-over with her tongue. She straightened her whiskers and draw a paw over her ears, and then ducked out of the den.

She padded over to the Mud Pile, where Reedwhisker was assigning patrols for the day. The handsome tom flashed Havenpaw a smile before continuing with his orders, "Shimmerfur, lead a border patrol along the ShadowClan border with Heronwing and Lakeheart."

The silver she-cat dipped her head, gathered her companions, and padded out of camp through the reeds.

The two remaining cats, Mallownose and Mosspelt, went off to eat some breakfast, while Reedwhisker padded over to Havenpaw. She felt her heart start to pound, and she tried to control it.

"Did you want to patrol?" he asked, unsure.

"No, it is fine," she stuttered, tail swishing with unease, "But if you want me to, I will. But preferably not. If you want! Preferably if you want. You make me sparkle!"

Reedwhisker opened his mouth, as if to say something, when Mistystar called him over.

"Coming!" he meowed, running off as if to escape from Havenpaw.

"Nice going," Havenpaw spun around to see Mallownose staring at her. Mosspelt laughed from beside the light brown tabby tom.

"Y-You saw that?" Havenpaw mewed.

"Yeah, sweetie, all of it," Mosspelt purred with laughter, "I can give you a few tips later. Crushing on the deputy, I see? Isn't he a bit old?"

Overwhelmed, Havenpaw retreated back to the apprentices' den, feeling as if the world was crushing her with embarrassment.

Perchpaw was awake and grooming herself, while Lizardpaw was still snoring, his body twisted at a weird angle.

Havenpaw padded over to her brother and tickled his chin with her whiskers. He snorted in his sleep and flipped over. She prodded him with a paw. He opened an eye, "What?"

"Nothing," Havenpaw laughed, padding away. He groaned and whisked his tail over Havenpaw's legs, tripping her as she walked away.

She face-planted into the dirt. Lizardpaw laughed, got to his paws, and pranced out of the den, his fur still sticking up from the night.

Havenpaw padded out of the den behind her annoying brother, pausing when she saw Mallownose's expression.

She walked over and looked in the stream near the edge of camp, and saw her white face completely covered with dirt from the den.

"Lizardpaw!" she hissed under her breath, splashing around in the water for a moment to tidy up. She shook her fur out, smoothed it down with her tongue, and padded back over to where Lizardpaw, Mosspelt, Perchpaw, Reedwhisker and Mallownose were all talking.

"Actually, since we're the only cats with nothing to do here," Havenpaw padded up just in time to hear Reedwhisker say this, "Let's all go fishing."

Perchpaw purred, waving her tail. She and Havenpaw exchanged excited glances. Lizardpaw padded to stand at Reedwhisker's shoulder, light brown tabby against solid, midnight black.

The cats all exited camp in one big patrol, making their way to the most popular fishing stream.

The warriors and their apprentices sat down and gazed out over the water, silent. Perchpaw leapt forward and slashed at a flickering silver shape. A minnow was flung out of the water. Perchpaw stuck a claw into its head and it stopped flopping.

Lizardpaw was next to make a catch. He swung his paw into the water and scooped up a small trout. He bit its neck to end its life.

Havenpaw saw a school of minnows flickering about. She lunged forward and swept at the fish with her paw, but they all scattered. She reached forward to grab one straggler, but ended up toppling into the stream.

Her head went under the cold water, and she felt slimy shapes slithering past her face as they struggled to swim away. She paddled to the surface, spluttering and freezing.

She floundered around until her paws hit pebbles. She leapt out of the stream, legs shaking and fur sopping wet. She shook, showering her companions with cold water, and then gave her pelt a quick grooming. Perchpaw helped with the patches of fur Havenpaw couldn't reach.

"Oops," she squeaked, shuffling her paws.

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