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"Please tell me I heard wrong," Grayfur demanded as Treefrost and I were eating our prey all together.
"No, you heard right." I calmly bite into my thrush again. Thrush is my favorite.
"Why didn't you say anything when you saw them? We could've ambushed them!" Grayfur raged. "Questioned them or something!"
"Please. There are more pressing matters." Treefrost said tensely. "Like maybe for the fact I'm still suspicious of you and those- those filthy piece of two-leg kittypets?"
"Who?" I ask.
"Stonepaw and Shadepaw!" he snarls, getting all up in my face. "It's just a "pure coincidence" that you three LOOK the same, HAVE the same issue, and ARRIVE all in the same moon? Do you think I'm stupid?"
"I told you I didn't know them before," I shot back hotly.
"Well, just because you slipped and cracked your head doesn't mean you can't lie-" he started angrily, but I shoved the rest of my thrush in his mouth to shut him up. I turn to Grayfur, who has just been observing what was going on. "Sorry about that. Anyway, like I said, I was in shock, and um... yeah. I was also extrememly sleepy at the moment, and being put on the spot made me feel..." I purse my lips, frustrated at my utter inability to get words out fast enough. "It made me feel helpless. I felt stunned. Plus, I recognized the voice of the female one. The one who was making the most noise."
Grayfur nodded thoughtfully. "I have to agree. I guess I would've reacted the same, now that I, err, think about it." he looks at me sheepishly. "Excuse me for making you seem foolish."
I laughed. "It's fine, Grayfur. We're cool."
Treefrost has finally freed his teeth from the thrush and is glaring at me hatingly. Just when I thought we were on good terms, I thought wearily.
Treefrost gives Grayfur the same glare-of-scare. "Okay, back on topic," he mumbled defeatedly. "So we know Silverpelt heard the female voice before. And that they were looking for her on behalf of her father. Is that all we know?"
We nod hopelessly.
"This is getting no where. We're no closer to figuring out who they were and why Silverpelt recognizes one of their voices," Grayfur groaned, setting down his rabbit and rolled on his stomach. As if that would give him a better clue.
"Silverpelt?" Treefrost asks. "Could you try to remember some more?"
"I could try," I shrug, then close my eyes right, concentrating.
Think, Silverpelt. Where have I heard that voice before?
I try to reach in the deepest parts of me, trying to grab anything.
Lakepool.
My eyes fly open. How did I remember that? Who knows! Who cares! "I... I remember something!" I shriek joyously. I jump up excitedly. "Her name! Is it Lakepool?"
Moment of truth. Grayfur looks at Treefrost, and so do I. He remembers his childhood the most. Maybe he knows?
For once, his face is not hateful or spiteful or angry; it's thoughtful. And if I think about it, he actually looks...
No. Stop thinking that. Stop.
His face brightens considerably. It practically glows. "Yes! Yes, there was a cat who goes by the name of Lakepool!"
We all sigh in relief and cheer. Now, I realize, we can turn her in.
We all leap for Deadstar's den.
"Deadstar! We need you!" We all say at different times and burst in without his reply.
Deadstar's face looks much more kinder now, and it crinkles in confusion. "What seems to be the problem, if it needs my immediate attention?"
"Last night," Grayfur says. He very briefly explains what happens.
"Silverpelt just remembered the voice of one cat," he finishes, glancing at me.
"Huh? Oh, yeah." I realize it's my turn to chime in, as Treefrost and Grayfur have alternated telling the story. "Uh, well, I remembered the name of Lakepool. And Treefrost confirmed it that there was a cat named Lakepool in ThunderClan. So now we can turn her in for trespassing!"
We are all happy until we see Deadstar's horrified expression on his face.
"Silverpelt," he says quietly. "If we do turn her in... what do you plan to do with her?"
"That's up to the leader to decide," I reply cheerily.
Deadstar's expression tightens. "Silverpelt," he says gently, genuine sympathy in his voice.
"Yeah?"
"I don't think you want to punish her."
"Uh, why not?" I feel irritation welling up inside me. "She-"
"She's your mother."
"WHAT?!"
Dun, dun... DUUUUNNNNNNNNNN! Sort of
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