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Wavepaw's Gathering experience!
Chapter 23.
"Hurry up!" Fallowspots's angered snap pulled Wavepaw away from his daydreaming.
Come on, Wavepaw! He silently chided himself. You should know better than to walk so far behind him! A pawstep behind him, always. You can't screw it up now, we're so close!
"Sorry," he apologized quickly, stepping to Fallowspots's side, making sure he was a little behind him.
They had been fishing all day, perfecting the hunting strike, and practicing hunting land prey as well. Wavepaw's paws were sore, but he wasn't tired. His head was light and his heart was bursting.
As the days after the Gathering progressed, Wavepaw's images of Lightningpaw bleeding, hurting, and dying, slowly faded into calm daydreams about her. Now, he wasn't sure if the dark pictures were caused by not being around Lightningpaw, or seeing her.
Either way, he couldn't wait to see her again, and there was no way he wasn't going to this Gathering.
"Hey, Wavepaw." Crowstrike greeted him. "Are you going to the Gathering?"
"I hope." He muttered. "Are you?"
"I don't know yet." She responded, her green-gray eyes sparkling. "I hope so, too! I met the funniest WindClan apprentice last time, and I hope she's there again! Maybe she got her warrior name too?"
"What WindClan apprentice?" Wavepaw narrowed his eyes. Maybe that apprentice knew Breezepaw.
"Copperpaw." Crowstrike replied. "The tortoise-shell? She's always got burrs in her fur."
"But you said she was funny." Wavepaw tilted his head, confused.
"No, she's literally got burrs in her fur." Crowstrike purred in amusement. "Apparently, it drives her mentor crazy."
"Mm." Wavepaw made a noncommittal noise, no longer interested in the conversation.
I need to go to the Gathering. Whatever it takes. He thought, brow furrowing in worry. I need to see her again.
Crowstrike continued on about the apprentice she met, but Wavepaw wasn't listening. Seednose came up beside them and began chatting with Crowstrike. Wavepaw was grateful for the distraction.
…
"And the cats attending tonight's Gathering will be as follows." Mistcloud announced, Ripplepaw by her side. "Snowstar and myself, Crowstrike and Seednose, Fallowspots, Flameleaf, Timberheart, Creampelt, and all the apprentices."
"Don't forget about me!" Sheepbelly hobbled out of his den, flicking his tail. "I'm not dead yet!"
There were a few purrs of amusement as Sheepbelly stalked right up to Mistcloud and spat the words in her face. Pikepaw followed him with a meek expression on his face.
"I wouldn't dare forget about you, Sheepbelly." Mistcloud dipped her head.
"You just did." Sheepbelly grumbled, but he subsided into muttering about young cats as Mistcloud padded away, towards the fresh-kill pile, Ripplepaw on her heels.
"Come on, Wavepaw, let's get a bite to eat before the Gathering." Briarpaw ambled up to him. "I'm so hungry, I could eat Snowstar!"
"You shouldn't though." Ripplepaw remarked snidely, eyeing Briarpaw's belly, obviously having heard her last statement.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Briarpaw's green eyes flashed with hurt.
"Nothing." Ripplepaw shrugged, selecting a long, skinny salmon for herself.
Briarpaw shot a heated glare at her sister, before grabbing a fat trout.
Ripplepaw made a disapproving noise with her tongue at Briarpaw's choice. One of Briarpaw's ear tilted towards her sister, but she said nothing, dropping the first fish and picking up a decent sized minnow.
As Ripplepaw sashayed away with her fish, Wavepaw whispered to Briarpaw:
"That's not enough for you! You know that!"
"Ripplepaw's right, I eat too much." Briarpaw wouldn't meet his eyes. "Who cares if I'm a little hungry."
"I care!" Wavepaw insisted, worry snaking into his head. "You don't want to go to the Gathering on an empty belly!"
"Just leave me alone." Briarpaw turned away.
"But-" Wavepaw sighed.
He knew that once Briarpaw got an idea into her head, there was no changing her mind. But the fact that it was Ripplepaw that had put the idea there made him feel sick. Briarpaw wasn't overweight, and he knew it. Just because she weighed more than either him or Ripplepaw, didn't mean she was unhealthy.
But as he watched Briarpaw cross the clearing to sit alone in a shady spot, her pelt reminded him of Lightningpaw, and he was thrown back into daydreams.
…
Finally! The Gathering! He could hardly walk straight, he was so excited. Lightningpaw! I'll see her again!
"Wavepaw?" Briarpaw mewed from beside him, worry clouding her gaze.
"Yeah?" He turned to her, not really aware of her, too caught up in images of Lightningpaw.
"Do I really eat too much?" She looked scared.
Brushing off his daydreams, he twined his tail with hers.
"No." He said firmly. "Ripplepaw doesn't know what she's talking about. Just because you get hungry more easily than us, and you weigh more, it-"
Alarm raced through him at Briarpaw's expression.
"I mean… she… you're perfect the way you are." He finished awkwardly.
"Whatever." She tugged her tail away and sped up, leaving him feeling confused and upset.
What was I supposed to say? She would know if I was lying, and I don't want to lie anyway! But if Briarpaw's really that worried… I don't know what to do!
"Wavepaw?" Another concerned voice mewed.
"What?" He snapped. "Sorry, Seednose, I'm just a little on edge."
"It's fine." The older cat shrugged. "I just wanted to ask you something…"
"Yeah?" Wavepaw was curious what had the young warrior so worked up. "What is it?"
"Well…" Seednose scuffed the earth with his paw. "I…"
"Out with it then," Wavepaw looked at him expectantly.
"I like your sister." Seednose burst out, then looked mortified. "I mean…"
"You do?" Wavepaw's eyes widened. This is great news! Maybe Briarpaw won't think there's something wrong with her if she knows Seednose likes her! He's perfect for her, too. Really nice, and follows the rules, and gentle. I remember… she said something about liking him back when they were both apprentices, right? "That's great!"
"So… would you talk to her for me?" Seednose flattened his ears and looked away.
"Wouldn't you rather?" Wavepaw nudged him. "Briarpaw doesn't bite."
"Briarpaw?" Seednose sounded confused, but a little incredulous. "No, no, I like Ripplepaw."
Wavepaw felt stone slam across his features. He likes Ripplepaw? That would really inflate her ego. And it would crush Briarpaw.
"You're sick. She's five moons younger than you!" He snapped. "Not to mention that she would never like a tom like you."
"What? But you said-"
"Because I thought you liked Briarpaw!" Wavepaw's mew broke a little on her name.
"So you won't talk to her for me?" Seednose sounded genuinely upset, but Wavepaw didn't care.
"You're on your own." He stormed off.
He knew that Seednose didn't deserve that, and he knew that it wasn't Ripplepaw's fault that the same tom that Briarpaw had a crush on liked Ripplepaw, but he wasn't in the mood for reasonable explanations.
He saw Briarpaw approach Seednose, but the older tom brushed her off and walked towards Ripplepaw, leaving Briarpaw with a broken expression, that reflected how Wavepaw's heart felt at that moment.
…
"Come on, Wavepaw, what are you waiting for?" Fallowspots's irritated mew came from behind him.
He swallowed, remembering the first day of his apprenticeship as the dark water under the log roiled in the moonlight. The shining waters of the practice pool and the lake became one, and he gulped in a frigid breath.
He breathed out slowly, closing his eyes briefly. He crossed the whole log brigde like that, with his eyes firmly shut, mouth breathing in the air slowly, and his claws sinking into the half-frozen log.
Eventually, he'd made it to the other side and he hopped down, breathing a heavy sigh of relief.
The worry in his mind melted away as he realized what was happening. I'm going to see her again. For the first time in a moon. She's going to be here, I can feel it.
"She'll be here." He murmured.
"Speak up!" Suddenly, an older cat was looming front of him. "Youngsters, always mumblin'."
"Sorry?" He looked up to find Reedtail, an elder, eyeing him with distaste.
"You're my grandson. Hope you didn't inherit my son's nasty attitude." Reedtail spat, spittle flying out of his mouth.
Wavepaw wrinkled his nose in annoyance. Or yours. He thought privately, but said nothing, only dipped his head respectfully and trotted away to find ThunderClan.
"Lightningpaw, where are you?" Wavepaw murmured, scanning the cats, looking for the cat he had pictured so many times in his mind. "Is ThunderClan here yet?"
Nope. He sighed. WindClan is, though. Stinking up the whole place. Filthy rabbit-munchers.
"Briarpaw!" A light-hearted call rang across the clearing. "Hi Briarpaw!"
"Hi!" Briarpaw's mew was much more enthusiastic than it had sounded before. "Palepaw!"
She has a friend in WindClan? He wondered. Well… okay. If she's happy. I don't care about any WindClan cat but Breezepaw, anyway.
Suddenly, the musky scent of squirrels and trees that he had begun to dream of enveloped him as ThunderClan cats poured down into the clearing. They're here! He gasped, searching for her dark brown pelt among the sea of tabbies and toms.
Did she come? For a moment, he doubted the certainty he had felt before about whether or not she'd come to the Gathering. I don't see her…
But he did spot the reddish-ginger pelt of a cat that he was sure was closely related to her. Vixenpaw, maybe? He remembered the first night he'd seen her, when all their names had been announced. Lightningpaw had been sitting with two other she-cats, one with a pelt like a fox, and the other with the colouring of a rock.
Wavepaw surreptitiously padded over to her, not so close that she would try to make conversation, but close enough that he could if he wanted to.
He ignored her as she looked over to him and made an approving noise. Wrinkling his nose in distaste, he tried to imagine she was Lightningpaw. No, Lightningpaw's more demure and gentle. She wouldn't behave… like that in public.
He waited there for a while, but it soon became obvious to him that Lightningpaw hadn't come this time. Wavepaw felt like wailing like a lost kit, but he knew it wouldn't do him any good. He slunk back towards the RiverClan cats, his tail between his legs.
"... just let me talk to her!" The faint sound of Fallowspots's irritated mew reached Wavepaw's ears.
"You know I'm just worried about you." The gentle mew of another cat that Wavepaw knew very well responded. "She'll find it strange, an enemy warrior talking to her in the middle of a Gathering."
Who are they talking about? That crazy WindClan she-cat? No… they're not even looking at WindClan. Wait, when did ShadowClan get here? Wavepaw was confused.
He crept closer to Fallowspots and his companion, who Wavepaw realized was Creampelt- Ugh, of course she's here. He thought- and listened to what they were saying.
"I just don't think it's a good idea." Creampelt sighed, shifting closer to Wavepaw's father. "Cats will wonder."
"I have a right to see her," Fallowspots insisted.
"Not really, no," Creampelt argued.
Fallowspots sighed heavily, as though he didn't want to fight with her, but was holding his opinion. He stood up slowly, and Creampelt lifted her tail away from him, and he sighed again.
"You understand, at least a bit, don't you?" He sounded a little vulnerable, and Wavepaw almost felt a bit of sympathy.
"Not really, no." Creampelt repeated. "But I know you have to do this, and I'll respect that, even if I don't understand why you would walk up to a random ShadowClan apprentice, and make conversation."
"When you put it that way…" Fallowspots took another shaky breath. "But I'm going to. I'll be back before you know it."
Creampelt said nothing, just watched him go.
What is he doing? An apprentice? That's just gross. Wavepaw wrinkled his nose in distaste.
Against his instincts, he followed Fallowspots carefully across the clearing towards ShadowClan. He wanted to growl at his father as the white and gray tabby tom padded over to a little group of ShadowClan apprentices.
"Hello," he said awkwardly.
"You're in the wrong Clan." A ginger and white apprentice snapped bluntly.
"I was looking for…" Fallowspots stumbled.
"Get lost," a bulky gray tom hissed, not even reaching Fallowspots's shoulder, but still looking menacing.
Fallowspots looked so worried, Wavepaw almost wanted to pad over and lead him away, but he resisted the urge. He's a full-grown warrior. He reminded himself. He can take care of himself.
"I'm sorry, I was looking for a cat who doesn't seem to be here." Fallowspots said through clenched teeth, surrounded by apprentices.
"Who?" A light brown tom with different coloured eyes padded forwards. "Maybe we can tell you where they are."
"Robinpaw!" The same hostile ginger and white she-cat snapped.
Robinpaw rolled his eyes at her, and continued talking to Wavepaw's father.
"She's an apprentice…" Fallowspots appeared to be at a loss for words to describe the cat, but Wavepaw knew better than to be fooled by his father. He obviously knew more about the apprentice than was appropriate for a warrior from another Clan to know. "I think she's about nine moons?"
"ShadowClan doesn't have any apprentices that are nine moons old." The same helpful tom supplied. "There's me and my littermates, there's Darkpaw and her sister, but we're all seven moons old. Then there's Ratpaw and Pinepaw-"
"And how old are they?" Fallowspots demanded.
Robinpaw didn't look certain how much he should tell Fallowspots, but he spoke without a waver in his voice. "They're ten moons old. I think, anyway, they're small cats."
"And where are they?" Fallowspots growled, stepping closer to the light brown tom.
Fish-brain, the cat is helping you. Wavepaw bit back a hiss. You don't need to threaten him.
The big gray tom and the ginger and white she-cat both stepped closer to Robinpaw, forming a sort of defensive line against Fallowspots, both pairs of greens eyes sparking, juxtaposed against Robinpaw's dual-coloured eyes that glimmered with a note of worry.
"Sorry." Fallowspots relented, probably realizing that, even if he could beat three apprentices in a fight, he would shoulder the blame for initiating the fight. "I just want to know if you know where Pinepaw is."
"She went off with Sootfire a while ago," Robinpaw told him, his voice betraying the lie.
"Tell me the truth!" Fallowspots leaned closer to Robinpaw, his green eyes blazing with urgency.
"I- I-" Robinpaw's mew broke off.
Wavepaw didn't hear any of the rest of his stammering, because sudden movement had caught his attention.
"... and then, I said, well, if you want to catch a mouse, you can't act like a squirrel!" Lightningpaw's mew was riddled with purrs.
Who is she talking to? He felt his fur begin to burn. I thought she wasn't here!
"What is she, an owl?" Another mew replied, sounding amused.
"Why?" Wavepaw heard another voice. For a moment, he thought it was his own, but quickly ascertained it was a she-cat, and it was coming from a couple fox-lengths away.
Perplexed and furious, he crept towards the voice. Who is that? He caught a glimpse of ginger, white, and black fur through the bushes. A ShadowClan apprentice? Pinepaw, maybe? The one Fallowspots was looking for?
That's not the point, though! He shook his head, flattening his ears as though he could block out the grating sound of Breezepaw's purrs.
"Who are you?" A lithe head poked out of an elderflower bush. "Why are you watching me?"
"I'm not watching you." Wavepaw felt irritation creep into his voice. "I mean…"
"You were watching Breezepaw?" Her black-amber eyes widened.
"No!" Something about the way her whole body was turned towards Breezepaw and Lightningpaw, the desperation in her dark amber eyes, the way she reminded him so much of himself… he relaxed. "I was watching Lightningpaw."
"Oh." She seemed to acknowledge their similarities as well. "I see."
"Why are you watching Breezepaw?" He challenged her.
"You first." She retorted. "It's none of your business, anyway."
"Then why do you think that the reason I'm watching Lightningpaw is any of your business?" He demanded, not entirely sure it made any sense.
"Uh… what?" She raised an eyebrow at him.
"Nothing. It's…" he sighed. "I love her."
The stranger's amber eyes rounded. "I… really like him. We met last Gathering, and I can't stop thinking about him."
"You are like me." Wavepaw huffed a sarcastic laugh. "But you haven't admitted it yet. You're obsessed with him."
"What?"
For a moment, Wavepaw was worried he had been too forward, and she didn't feel the same way, but then he saw the way her eyes widened.
"I am." She breathed. "Great StarClan, I'm in love with a WindClan cat."
"That's not the point." He always felt uncomfortable when any cat mentioned the rule of not being allowed to have relationships across borders. "The question is, what do we do about it?"
"What do you mean?" She demanded.
Wavepaw raised his eyebrows at her, and flicked his tail towards the pair without a word.
"They're in love." Her eyes darkened. "How?"
"How are you in love with him?" Wavepaw countered, then sighed. "I don't know. All I know, is that if Breezepaw takes her from me, I'll kill him."
He immediately realized that he should not have said that.
"You can try." Her mew was soft. "You could also underestimate me. But I wouldn't recommend it."
Despite himself, he felt a little chill run through his fur. The fur along his spine rose a little.
"What are you saying?" Without an answer, he tried something else. "You want to hurt Lightningpaw. Don't deny it! We're one and the same."
"Not hurt her." The same dangerous note was in her voice. "Just put her somewhere where she can't ever touch him."
"I don't need another enemy." He growled, leaning closer to her. "You know, neither of us would need to do anything to our… rivals… if the other one managed to be with the other."
"What?" The tortoise-shell tilted her head.
"Let me explain. You love Breezepaw. I love Lightningpaw." Wavepaw said bluntly. "And they love each other."
She opened her jaws to protest, but then closed them again, so he continued.
"So if Breezepaw falls in love with you, there will be no one to be with Lightningpaw." Wavepaw smirked. "Except me, of course. Or if Lightningpaw falls in love with me first, then Breezepaw will be all yours. Get me?"
"Hm." She looked intrigued. "But if I manage to… uh, get Breezepaw first, and that helps you, what do I get out of it?"
"A chance at a happy life with the she-cat, er, tom you love." Wavepaw declared. "Or vice-versa."
"Oh." She nodded. "My name is Darkpaw. It's nice to meet you."
He threw his head back and purred. Darkpaw, you and I can help each other. This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship. "I'm Wavepaw."
Darkpaw studied him for a moment, then nodded. "You need to befriend Breezepaw."
"I… what?" Wavepaw was taken aback.
"Befriend Breezepaw. I'll make friends with Lightningpaw." Darkpaw repeated.
"Befriend Breezepaw," Wavepaw echoed.
"Yes." Darkpaw confirmed. "How will you tell him that he should love me when you don't like him?"
"Alright." He couldn't deny it, her logic made sense, but he didn't want to hang around Breezy. "But I want to talk to Lightningpaw."
"And I'd like to talk to Breezepaw." Darkpaw agreed. "But you better have talked to him by the end of the Gathering."
"You had better talk to Lightningpaw." He retorted. "We can help each other. After you've met with her, come back and we'll talk more. I know you don't like her, and I sure don't like him, but for both our sakes, we have to try."
…
"ShadowClan has little to report." Ivystar declared. The Gathering started? Wavepaw turned to the great tree. "Prey is running well among the pines. But I would like to recognize Lionpaw, Primrosepaw, Olivepaw, Robinpaw, and Darkpaw."
For what? Wavepaw wondered. I shouldn't be scared.
He ignored the calls of all the other cats.
"That is all." Ivystar nodded to Thornstar.
As the ThunderClan leader began his report, Wavepaw began to pick his way over to the ThunderClan group. I need to talk to her.
As more cheers for ThunderClan apprentices rang out, he neared the Clan. Lightningpaw. His heart drummed out. Go to her.
Suddenly, he paused. WindClan was all around him, and Spottedstar was snarling. The night that I tried to go to Lightningpaw. She's going to challenge Snowstar. I need to get back to RiverClan!
Eyes wide, head empty of Lightningpaw for the first time in a moon, he raced back towards Ripplepaw and Briarpaw, who weren't looking at each other, but were sitting next to each other.
"That's all?" Spottedstar cracked. "My warriors found a lost kitten wandering onto our territory a few nights after the Gathering."
Kitten?! He fumed, embarrassed and outraged.
"Really." Snowstar laid his tail over his paws. "Ah, so this time it's not a stray bit of fluff, or a questionable scent, a cat wandered onto your territory."
"A kit." The scornful mew of the WindClan leader made Wavepaw itch to dig his claws into her spotted fur.
"I'd love for you to explain that. Considering… RiverClan has no kittens at the moment. Poolfur is expecting, but according to Sheepbelly, it should be at least a moon before she gives birth. Unless you'd like to tell Poolfur she's had her kits already… you've made a mistake."
"No mistakes were made," Spottedstar's claws slid out, "unless that kit was an apprentice."
"How careless of you." Snowstar rolled his eyes.
"Easy mistake to make. According to my deputy, his name is Wavepaw." Spottedstar stared right at him, and he was pretty sure his heart stopped.
I'll show you kit, worthless rabbit-muncher. One RiverClan apprentice is worth ten WindClan leaders. Wavepaw stared right back at her, blazing green meeting freezing blue.
"Wavepaw." Snowstar's voice seemed unsure for the barest moment.
"Wavepaw." Spottedstar didn't shift her gaze from him. "I trust RiverClan will punish him sufficiently, and WindClan has no reason to… get involved?"
Punish me? Wavepaw's blood ran cold.
"Punish him?" Snowstar echoed Spottedstar and Wavepaw's thoughts. "You have proof reliable as a rabbit, and no way of showing it to us. Just one witness. Why should I punish any cat?"
Wavepaw sighed in relief. Spottedstar began a tirade about patrols and the cats that had witnessed him, but he didn't care anymore. There would be no punishment, and no rabbit-muncher could change that.
I need to see her. He dashed over to ThunderClan, ignoring the stares and noises of disapproval.
"Can't stay in your own Clan for a single moment." One cat snapped after him.
"RiverClan really that bad?" Another comment greeted him as he pushed past another clump of warriors.
There she is! Triumphant energy shot through him, until he realized it was the ginger apprentice from before. Hissing in annoyance, he positioned himself further away from her, trying not to attract the attention of any more warriors.
Where is she- what's she doing in ShadowClan? He couldn't hide his surprise as he spotted her dark pelt among the apprentices that Fallowspots had been talking to.
"Darkpaw, you're good." He murmured, then as the warriors began to look at him strangely, he padded back towards RiverClan.
That's right, I have to go be friendly with Breezy… He growled softly, but he knew that it was in his best interest to make friends with the golden WindClan apprentice.
As he headed back towards his sisters, unsure of how to approach Breezepaw, he considered the fact that he had probably infuriated most of WindClan when he crossed the border.
Never thought friends would be so hard to make. He grumbled internally. Wait a minute…
He clenched his teeth as Breezepaw and Ripplepaw made their way over to him. What is she doing. Seednose and now Breezepaw too?!
"This is my brother, Wavepaw!" Ripplepaw announced.
"Nice to meet you." Breezepaw's mew was cold.
"Same to you." He kept all emotion out of the words for fear that any sort of growl might betray the fact that he wanted to leap onto Breezepaw and claw him until he screamed.
"Whoo!" Wavepaw gritted his teeth as Ripplepaw flicked him with her tail. "Where'd all this ice come from?"
Well, dear sister, I believe it crept over to the RiverClan group in a golden pelt with black feet and a tail-tip, and it's name is Breezepaw.
"Don't know what you're talking about." Wavepaw responded icily. "Breezepaw and I have met. He helped me save Lightningpaw."
"You helped me save her." Breezepaw retorted.
Great StarClan above, this tom is asking for a shredding. Wavepaw thought, digging his claws into the ground, but forcing himself to reply civilly.
"We saved her."
Breezepaw shrugged. Wavepaw fought the urge to rip open his pelt so he could get a proper look at the shoulders that had dismissed him so easily.
"Well, anyways, I'll leave you two to chat." Wavepaw sniffed. "I'll see you later, Ripplepaw. Breezepaw, better hope you don't see me."
"Stay away." Breezepaw glared straight at him.
"I've no reason to visit you." He shrugged, one eye closing lazily. "Unless you give me one."
Before the growl rising in Breezy's throat could make it out, Wavepaw whipped around, letting his long, feathery silver tail smack across his rival's muzzle.
I have to go meet Darkpaw. He hissed. Well, fish dung. I blew that one. How am I supposed to make friends with a cat that hates me?!
"Wavepaw!" He turned as Darkpaw called him over. "Great StarClan, why are you standing around? Get over here!"
Miffed at being ordered around and reluctant to tell her he'd failed spectacularly, he stalked over to her.
"So?" She looked at him expectantly.
"What?" He feigned innocence.
"So, how did it go?" She rolled her eyes.
"Well." He gritted his teeth, then burst out: "He hates me! We'll never be friends!"
Darkpaw did not look impressed. "You sound like a kit. You know I hate Lightningpaw, but I can still put on a mask."
"You're lying." Wavepaw searched her eyes. "You can act? I know when a cat lies."
"What?" Darkpaw looked uncomfortable at his accusation. "Okay, maybe I got a little too into it, but that's all for the better!"
"No cat can hate Lightningpaw." Wavepaw purred.
"That's not the point!" Darkpaw snapped. "You failed."
"I did not!" Wavepaw was furious. "I tried!"
"You should have tried harder." Darkpaw narrowed her eyes. "We're done here. Good-bye, Wavepaw."
His mouth hung open a little as she stormed away.
Not as long as the other two, but flipping long anyway. So. Complications. And yeah. Fallowspots being a creep, Wavepaw being a creep, Darkpaw being AWESOME but kinda cold, and stuff went down, amirite?
Don't forget your review telling me how confused you are!
~Pondfrost