Did Thornpaw treat you?" Goldenstar asked, catching her off guard as she stopped on the small ledge.

"Yes." Redpaw forced herself not add a sarcastic remark; she had cobwebs on her shoulder, and he was asking that?

Suddenly Goldenstar twisted his head over to yowl at a small silver she-cat, the one who was on the patrol she had met.

"Silverpaw! Give Redpaw a tour, would you?" Goldenstar's mew was casual, though Redpaw knew that he was quite serious.

To Redpaw's surprise, the Silverpaw eagerly nodded, running up to the base of the wall, right underneath Redpaw.

Taking a tiny leap, she nearly stumbled over the silver apprentice.

"Take her to get some food." Goldenstar ordered, more stern now, as he jumped down the ledge and trotted away towards the smooth rock, disappearing in a small hole right underneath it.

"Follow me!" Silverpaw meowed excitedly, flicking her tail and began to bound across camp towards a pile of prey, right beside a big honeysuckle bush.

Redpaw hurried after the she-cat, surprised by her eagerness to give her a tour. Maybe Silverpaw and her would be friends?

Finally, she stopped beside Silverpaw, her mouth already watering at the delicious scent of prey right beneath her nose, but she didn't want to take it without permission. She didn't want to make herself look foolish, not even the tiniest bit.

"Take your pick," Silverpaw purred. "We can share."

Silently, Redpaw circled the pile, feeling stares burn into her like wildfire, and dust scattered around her as a ginger tabby tom stopped beside her, his fur bristling with fury. Will I have to fight you, too?

The ginger tabby tom's ears flattened, and he turned to Silverpaw. "Who is she?" He demanded, shoving Redpaw away from the pile. She padded back up to it instantly.

"She's a new apprentice," Silverpaw's eyes narrowed.

"No, she's not! She's a rogue." The ginger tabby growled.

"I'm no less an apprentice than you are rude!" Redpaw hissed, finally deciding to speak on her own behalf.

For a few moments, the ginger tom was speechless.

"Forgive Flamepaw. He's a real mousebrain." Silverpaw purred, giving the tom a hard nudge that nearly knocked him off of his paws.

"I see that." Redpaw gave Flamepaw a last glare before he finally padded off into the honeysuckle bush.

Feeling more and more impatient to finally eat, she snatched up a blackbird, not caring if anyone tried to stop her.

"Hey! That's the blackbird you caught earlier." Silverpaw tilted her head.

Redpaw didn't really care about the irony, she was too hungry.

"Come on, I'll show you the apprentices den and you can eat and sleep—I'll show you the rest tomorrow." Silverpaw added when she saw Redpaw's disappointed look.

She then followed the silver-and-white she-cat over to a honeysuckle bush just beside the prey-pile, it formed a curved shape, and there was a small hole to it's left, the only way in because of it's fortunate shape that provided perfect shelter.

More excited, she slipped inside before realizing that Flamepaw would be there.

"Oh, no! I'll have to sleep with it, too?" He complained in a moan, lifting his head slightly; he was curled up in one of the four nests.

"The feeling is mutual," Redpaw retorted, padding past him but not without flicking her tail to his nose.

"I'll make you a nest out of some of my moss." Silverpaw meowed, squeezing in, and padding past Redpaw to the very end of the den.

It felt rather crowded now, as she padded back a few steps to watch Silverpaw scrape some moss from her own nest and shoving it into a corner. She padded it down with her paws for a few moments, then stepped back with a satisfied grunt.

"There you go! A new nest." Silverpaw wasted no time before padding over to the nest next to Redpaw's and curling up into a silver ball of fluff.

With the blackbird still held tightly in her jaws, Redpaw padded over to the nest. She crouched down, the moss of her new nest brushing her belly. A whole new life… She thought before lowering her head to take a huge bite out of the blackbird, and delicious juices flooded over her tongue.

"A rogue eating our prey! What was Goldenstar thinking?" Nightpaw's icy scathing voice rang through the den as she limped through, a fluffy white tom following her.

"You should ask him, he's your father." Flamepaw said groggily, he sounded half-asleep.

Nightpaw padded over to settle into her own nest beside Flamepaw's.

"Don't be so mean, Nightpaw. Maybe new apprentices would be good." The white tom meowed, already sitting in his own nest in between Silverpaw and Flamepaw.

Redpaw flashed the white tom a grateful glance. Perhaps she'd make a few friends. I'm not a rogue anymore. I am a Clan cat, and I'll serve my Clan with all my heart!