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Morningpaw had always been well acquainted with the medicine cat's den, during her previous life as Firestar. Now it seems as though fate is repeating itself as Morningpaw had found herself winding right back up in the medicine cat's den.

Mudfur might not be one of the best conversationalists, but his grumbling and snappy retorts could sometimes be funny when not aimed at herself.

Day after day, she is constantly visited by either Whitepaw or Silverstream. They brought Morningpaw fresh-kill and stopped to gossip about what has been going on in the past few days since she's been stuck in the medicine cat's den.

RiverClan has already started patrolling their new border. Hunting was going well. They both would say.

Whitepaw wouldn't stop talking her ear off about how great sunbathing on Sunningrocks is, or how much he'd like to enjoy it with his fellow flame-colored apprentice once she was out of the medicine cat's den.

Silverstream was also eager to enjoy Sunningrocks with Morningpaw, but the newly made warrior seemed busier than usual. More than likely due to being a warrior now.

It was on Morningpaw's third day of being in the medicine cat's den, when Oakheart walked in on Mudfur examining Morningpaw's ribs again, making sure that the swelling and tenderness was going away.

"What do you want?" Mudfur grunted, glaring at Oakheart who was blocking his light. "Scooch over a little, you're blocking the entrance with how fat you are."

Oakheart's face twisted into something scandalous, but moved over to stand at Morningpaw's other side, allowing the light to shine throughout the den.

"I've come to thank you, Morningpaw." Okaheart said, dipping his head and taking Morningpaw by surprise. "If it hadn't been for you warning me, I could have died that day at Sunningrocks."

Morningpaw was fully aware that Oakheart would have indeed died without anyone's interference. Though the flame-colored she-cat didn't expect a show of gratitude from RiverClan's deputy over something so trivial at the time such as a warning about loose rocks. Okaheart wasn't even aware that he would die that day.

Morningpaw internationally warmed at the sight of Oakheart's broad head bowed to her, he truly was a great warrior. "I am glad that I was able to change your outcome during the battle." The meaning to her words were cryptic to everyone but Morningpaw, she did manage to change things, from saving Okaheart's life, to RiverClan overtaking Sunningrocks, and from the gossip vine, Redtail was still alive and seen on constant patrols around Sunningrocks new border.

Okaheart lifted his head. He gave Morningpaw a mildly quizzical glance. Appearing to try and figure out the meaning behind Morningpaw's words, but was abruptly interrupted when Blackclaw burst into the medicine cat's den.

"Oakheart! Crookedstar needs to see you at once."

Oakheart's gaze hardened, his broad-shoulders pulling back as he rose to his paws and strided out the medicine cat's den, head held high.

"Wonder what that's all about." Mudfur meowed, his eyes narrowing on where Oakheart abruptly departed.

Morningpaw glanced over at the light brown tom, also confused and left wondering what had happened. Though from the ruckus that was beginning to stir outside, it must be something important.

Morningpaw glanced at Mudfur anxiously. Nearly shredding the nest she laid in with how she was kneading it with her paws. Mudfur took a hard look at Morningpaw's uncontrolled fidgeting and let out a long, dragged out sigh. "Go before I change my mind."

Morningpaw perked up. Her whiskers twitched eagerly as she rose from the nest and quickly as she could, made her way towards the exit. Morningpaw needed to know what was happening.

Outside there was a crowd gathered around a large party of ShadowClan warriors. Morningpaw's jaw almost dropped open at the audacity of them just waltzing into camp unannounced, uninvited and up for a challenge.

As Morningpaw hobbled closer, the appearances of the ShadowClan warrior's became more clear to her. From her past life she recognized Blackstar, Blackfoot currently, standing protectively in-between a row of warrior's. There was also Russetfur who used to be the jet-black pawed ShadowClan warrior's deputy. A few minor warriors such as Wetfoot, and Tallpoppy and some that Morningpaw could not recall. They all stood in formation, encircling a cat that sent ice through Morningpaw's veins; in the center of the group of ShadowClan warrior's was Brokenstar.

Morningpaw's hackles rose as the ginger fur along her back and shoulders began rising like thistles. A low growl began to come forth from her throat, as her enraged jade green eyes narrowed in on the kit killing tyrant.

Many RiverClan warriors were lined up opposing the rival Clan. Morningpaw came to stand beside them, hissing furiously at the nearest ShadowClan warrior.

Crookedstar pushed his way to the front, his deputy at his side, Morningpaw's huge, light brown tabby leader looked beyond furious as he stood outside the ring of ShadowClan warriors, but his words and anger clearly directed at Brokenstar, "What is the meaning of this, Brokenstar. Why have you come armed with your warriors to my camp?"

Isn't it obvious? Morningpaw thought, looking over the ShadowClan warriors, water drenched though they were, they still had sparks of a preparing fight in their eyes.

"I'm here to make a proposal." Brokenstar said smoothly, baffling the RiverClan warriors and taking them off guard.

Crookedstar blinked in surprise. "What?" He asked, incredulously. "What do you mean?"

"Like I've said, I'm here to make a proposal." Brokenstar repeated, as though Crookedstar was too old to keep up.

"What kind of proposal are you talking about?" Crookedstar growled, patience running short on Brokenstar's abrupt visit. Or perhaps a full on fight if they weren't careful.

"We all know that the hard time of leaf-bare, and late newleaf, have left us with little prey in our hunting grounds. But we also know that WindClan, RiverClan, and ThunderClan lost many kits in the freezing weather that came so late this season. ShadowClan did not lose kits. We are hardened to the cold north wind. Our kits are stronger than yours from the moments they are born-" hissing or disagreement rippled throughout the RiverClan warriors. "And so we find ourselves with many mouths to feed, and too little prey to feed them."

Crookedstar's eyes narrowed into slits, so slime that the green of his iris looked as thin as a piece of grass. "Where are you going with this, Brokenstar." Though Morningpaw could see that Crookedstar was coming to the right conclusion.

"The needs of ShadowClan are simple. In order to survive, we must increase our hunting territory. That is why I insist that you allow ShadowClan warriors to hunt in your territories."

"It is unprecedented!" cried out a voice amongst the RiverClan warriors. "The Clans have never shared hunting rights!"

"I know this is a sudden and strange situation." Brokenstar meowed, "but each year, the Twolegs spoil more of our territory. At least one Clan must remain strong, if all the Clans are to survive. ShadowClan thrives while you all struggle. And there may come a time when you will need us to protect you."

"We need no protection!" Leopardfur called out from the row of warrior's. Many more warriors voiced their agreement with the dappled, golden tabby she-cat warriors choice of words.

"But do you really?" Brokenstar said suddenly, shocking everyone into silence. "ThunderClan is your greatest enemy. They would skin the pelt right off your back and throw your bones in the river. I've heard things-"

"If you're warning us about retaliation from ThunderClan," Crookedstar butt in before the ShadowClan leader could finish. "Then you should know that ThunderClan's retribution is inevitable. We've dealt with ThunderClan for many seasons and shall continue too."

"Yes." Brokenstar meowed, continuing on as if the huge, light brown tabby tom said nothing at all. "Though for how much longer? How many of your cats have suffered due to border scrimmage. You wouldn't need to worry if you accept my offer." Brokenstar flashed a bit of his fangs as he finished, "Beneficial to the both of us, really."

"Sounds more beneficial to ShadowClan than it ever will be for RiverClan." Crookedstar said coolly. "We can defend our own borders and have no reason to rely on ShadowClan."

"Of course you'll need time to thi--"

Oakheart's growl cut Brokenstar's sentence short as he spat, "RiverClan doesn't need time to think it over. We'll never agree to such ludicrousness."

Everyone froze at the point blank refusal.

Crookedstar looked as though he wanted to rake his claws over his brother's ears. "Thank you deputy, for your input."

Oakheart looked unapologetic as he glanced over at his brother, but kept his eyes mainly focused on the enemy in front of them.

Brokenstar looked unimpressed. "For the welfare of your Clan, you should consider my offer."

"Brokenstar, you have no authority over me or my Clan," Crookedstar rumbled in reply. His voice was a growl lost within the sounds of his entire Clan. "Neither do you have any rights to make these demands."

The ShadowClan leader gives this declaration a very unimpressed slow blink, which is only raising the tension.

"Fine," Brokenstar relented, curling his lip back to bare his fangs. "I gave you the chance, don't say I didn't." The dark brown tabby leader flicked his bent tail and gathered his warriors closer, Morningpaw was prepared for a fight, but Brokenstar left with his warrior's, but not before saying something ominous, "Keep a close eye on your borders. You never know what might wash up on them." Then they were gone.

Crookedstar and Oakheart shared a nonverbal conversation when they looked at one another. Something that only those who were closer than close would be able to do. Crookedstar pointed his nose and Oakheart gathered a few warriors to go after Brokenstar and his posse.

Morningpaw hoped that they would all come back safely.

Morningpaw turned her head when a sleek, silver-and-black pelt brushed up against hers. Morningpaw turned to see Silverstream, her blue eyes round as moons as she stared off to where ShadowClan had left. "That was intense." Silverstream murmured.

Morningpaw nodded in agreement. "Hopefully Brokenstar got the message and will leave RiverClan alone." Even as she said it, Morningpaw knew her words were a lie. Brokenstar wouldn't stop until all nine lives were gone.

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Fun Facts:

I love Oakheart

Things went different this time around with Brokenstar's deal with RiverClan!! Being emboldened by their win at Sunningrocks and Oakheart still alive!!!

Aren't Whitepaw and Silverstream such good friends?

Wow. I wonder what Brokenstar's vaguely worded threat might mean?!?!

Next up…is a surprise!!