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Nightpaw climbed the slope out of Fourtrees and followed his nose. The scent took him deeper into Thunderclan territory, leading him to… a yew bush. He turned to go, but stopped. He knew what Cinderpelt had said, but Cinderpelt wasn't here, and he may never get this chance again.
"You knowCiderpelt said not to touch that stuff."
Nightpaw almost jumped out of his fur, but realized it was only Spiderpaw.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Following you. Firestar doesn't like it when cats wander off. C'mon, we need to get back to the Gathering." Spiderpaw said.
"You go on ahead. I'll be there in a minute."
The she-cat's eyes narrowed.
"You are not going to eat that." She growled.
"Just one, and then I'll leave it alone!" Nightpaw spat.
Spiderpaw growled inwardly. She knew she couldn't change her friend's mind. Curse that stubborn streak of his!
"Fine. But when you're half-dead and have to drag yourself back to camp like a helpless kit, don't come crying to me!"
With that, she stalked off into the trees, her tail swatting him in the face as she went. Nightpaw rolled his eyes and turned back to the bush. He plucked one of the berries off in his teeth and ate it. It was sweet. The apprentice waited a few moments. When nothing happened, he started back to Fourtrees. About halfway there, he started to feel dizzy. He shook it off and continued walking. He stopped again. His legs felt strange, like they would collapse beneath him at any moment. Nightpaw lay down and waited for the feeling to pass. The trees seemed to spin before his eyes and he started to feel sick. Before he knew it, he was fast asleep.
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