Spottedpaw kneaded a mouse with one paw, her eyes casted before her as she watched Ace get his tail chewed off by Shred. Continuing to do nothing but watch, she was unaware of the conversation Bluepaw was trying to have with her. The poor tortoiseshell tom sat there while staring down at his paws, head hung low and quivering as shred's face grew more hostile.

Out of the corner of camp emerged Turtleback, leaving the nursery to go over to the prey pile. And carrying it over to the warriors corner of the camp, and acting as if she was just a regular warrior like any of the others. As if her still not named she-kit that is living, and probably wondering about where her mother was. The tortoiseshell she-cat just sat there talking with the warriors, talking with the rogues while the original RiverClan cats watched on with similar disgust as Spottedpaw.

Then the feeling of a cat taking the cold and empty spot beside her, she turned and saw Frozenpaw. The gray she-cat smiled, and the three friends sat there.

"So… how are things going with you and Acie?" Bluepaw's voice finally reached Spottedpaw's ears.

Spottedpaw shoved the blue-gray she-cat playfully, her fur burning up. "Shut up Bluepaw."

"You know you can't hide the truth from your 'Sisters'." Frozenpaw meowed.

Spottedpaw stared at his paws and her tail flicked.

She looked up as Ace walked up. And he settled down.

"Oh, and there's something you might want to know." Bluepaw meowed.

Brokenpaw was set carefully down back in the medicine cat den, his throat felt cold and bare as it felt like water was slowly trailing down his neck fur. He lay there as Featherfern wrapped herself around him once in a long time. Lightpaw sat beside him as Brokenpaw heaved air into his lungs.

Brokenpaw looked out through the entrance, the camp outside was filled with bristling cats as Twisted was shoved into the clearing. her black and ginger pelt had blood patches as she was escorted to underneath the Highrock. Littlestar emerged from the group and leapt up to look down on the she-cat. "May all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Highrock for a clan meeting." She called out across the camp.

Brokenpaw tried to stand up, but Featherfern set her paw on his back. Many cats gathered around to sit below the clan leader. "I have called you all here to clear my next decision, Twisted here has betrayed the clan and attempted murder upon one of our own apprentices." she meowed out for all to hear.

Twisted glared over in Brokenpaw's direction, but Crowfoot stepped in her way and blocked Brokenpaw's view. The black tom muttered something.

"Twisted, you have no grounds to plead innocent, so claim to what makes you guilty." Littlestar demanded.

"I have sat and watched in silence for too long, you are not my clan leader Littlestar no one is!" Twisted's snarl was loud and clear, "You think that this will be the end, peace won't last for forever. The hungry will rule above any of you, a friend of mine promised us this, but he needed something dealt with first!"

Featherfern licked Brokenpaw's ears and he wriggled beside her, but his eyes did not leave the clearing.

"And why would this cat of yours want him dead then?" Littlestar demanded.

"I will never tell, you can be about to kill me and I won't tell!"

Every cat out there stepped back, each one's eyes darted to each other. "Well, aren't any of you going to do it!"

Littlestar raised her muzzle. "We clan cats do not kill, but neither will you be a part of our clan; leave before we change our mind!"

Cats parted, and Brokenpaw managed to see Twisted leave the camp just in time; her ginger striped black tail disappearing into the shadows of the entrance.

Brokenpaw gave a sigh, a couple of the warriors followed the she-cat out.

Lightpaw shuffled beside him, and he turned his gaze back o the she-cat, who gave him a warm smile. "You're safe now." she meowed.

Featherfern purred, and Brokenpaw relaxed a lot more in the embrace of his mother figure. His best friend settling down beside him.

Brokenpaw looked up to see Blueheart limping into the den. "Blueheart…."

"We're even Half-face, that's all." The blue gray tom meowed before settling down in his separate nest.

Lightpaw leaned onto Brokenpaw, and he felt his pelt burn up again.