Once the Thunderclan crossed the border and dissappeared into the bracken, the Riverclan patrol continued their route. Mistpelt and Sunfang in deep conversation and Brokenpaw could guess what they were talking about. I'm no good as a warrior apprentice. Maybe I should just leave. When the patrol got back to camp, Sunfang told her she could get some fresh-kill from the pile. Then, she headed towards Emberstar's den with Mistpelt at her paws. Brokenpaw waited for a long time. Then Emberstar stepped out of the den and walked over to her.
"So you think you're bad at being a warrior because of one skirmish on your first day?" he mewed in a kind tone.
"I just don't think I was made to be a warrior. I think I was made to be a loner."
"Well, why don't you try being a warrior for a couple of moons, plus by then you'll have learned the skills you need to survive as a loner.
Later that night
Brokenpaw headed out of camp towards fourtrees. It was almost moonhigh. She was excited but scared. What if we get caught? She entered fourtrees and the clearing was empty. Then, she saw a flash of ginger on the slope leading to Thunderclan territory. Barkpaw! He burst into the clearing. "Is something wrong?," she mewed.
"Nope, nothing's wrong, I'm just excited to see you. I wasn't sure if you'd actually come," he meowed.
