Frostpaw was curled up tightly in her nest, trying to keep out the cold. Leaf-bare's grip had sent a cold breeze though the forest and her coat was still Green-leaf light, it was still quite short anyway. She stood up and streched the sleep out of her limbs, they felt cold and stiff. Leafpaw should have something for that. She thought as she padded off.

''Leafpaw?'' She mewed as she passed through the litchen.

''Oh, hi Frostpaw!'' Purred the tom. They both nuzzled and Frostpaw told him what the problem was. ''Stiff joints? It should be no wonder, what with how cold it is and how short your coat is.'' He gave her some big leaves. ''Ragwort'' He mewed as the tom chewed it up and placed it on her joints, just keep these on for a while.'' The both of them sat there, not saying everything, but their gazes said everything. After what seemed like an eternity, the litchen parted.

''Oh, Bramblefir-'' Leafpaw got cut off as Silverpaw entered.

''What are you doing here?'' Frostpaw hissed.

''I-I wanted to make amends.'' Her sister admitted.

''Ok.''

''I am sorry for spieing on you, and for stopping you from being happy. And, trying to be good, but I made stuff worse.'' Frostppaw looked at Silverpaw, happiness welling up in her. ''Well, at least you can be happy, even if its disobeying the Warrior Code, a set of rules long followed. At least Leafpaw is happy to, thought Bramblefire would not approve.''

Frostpaw's happinedd began to drain. How could she do this? Fropstpaw began to doubt herself. No!

''Silverpaw...'' She bagan. ''You big hypocrite!'' Silverpaw looked taken aback by this remark. ''You... you fox-heart! Making me doubt myself, for your pleasures!'' She hissed. Leafpaw stood up and growled at Silverpaw.

''You are making my patient upset and stressed, please leave.''

''Fine, I will just shut you out, you disloyal rat. Go live in MarrowClan for all I care!'' Witrh that, her sister left.

''Fine!'' She called out, but her sister was already gone. ''I cannot believe her.''

''Its ok, some cats are just like that. Tell me how you feel.''

Frostpaw spewed out her feelings to him, he nodded and seemed to take notes in his head. ''Just calm down, you will find a way to reconnect. It may take some time, thats all. Here,'' He brought out a bundle of small white flowers. ''Chamomile, eat it.'' Frostpaw did as she was told and swallowed a few. ''Soothes the mind and calms you nerve, I always keep some in my own personal storage for nervous cats.'' He smiled. ''Now go, your mentor must be expecting you.'' Frostpaw mewed a bye and raced off to find her mentor, she felt calmer and stronger, as if she could take on anything.

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Silverpaw padded with the patrol, she had seen her friends, but had not had the chance to have a proper chat with them, her mind turned sour at the thought. Why couldn't Mothfur let her see her friends? It wasn't fair! She really needed to have a talk with them. She rolled her eyes as Mothfur told them to be alert. They came to Hill-falls -a steep slope with a few trees and a lot of rocks, it was always riddled with snakes and lizards, bordering MoorClan territory- and marked their scent on it. The wind ruffled her fur the wrong way, they were upwind, a patrol could come at them at any moment. She jumped over the big puddle and tried to find some prey, she managed to get a lizard. But then, a MoorClan patrol arrived.

''Hill-falls is rightfully ours!'' Hissed a brown tom from atop the hill.

''Falconpelt, we can not afford this battle!'' Hissed a timid voice from behind him.

''Quiet Honeynose!'' Hissed a pale yellow tom. The pale she-cat, who she assumed was Honeynose, whimpered.

''MoorClan, attack!'' In a heartbeat, the clearing was full of screaching cats. A blue-ish mass hit her and pinned her to the ground, she writhed underneath the tom, he was very large and she could not break free.

''You fox-hearted prey stealers!'' He spat in her face. She clawed at his muzzle, but she only felt air. The tom clawed at Silverpaw's face, blood blinding her eyes. Suddenly, she heard a screech and the mass lept off of her.

''Featherpaw!'' She wiped her blood out of her eyes and saw a white tom struggling in the small river behind Hill-Fall. Silverpaw reached out to grab him and dragged the wet cat onto the bank.

''Featherpaw, oh no.'' The tom pressed onto the white shape's back and water bagan to leak out of his mouth, he then started licking his chest until Featherpaw woke up. ''Poolpaw?'' He groaned.

''Get him to your medicine cat.'' Silverpaw growled to Stormpaw as he and another warrior walked him back onto their territory. The MarshClan cats began top retreat and walk back to their territory, none of them badly wounded, but she was still shaken abut those two apprentices, Why had she helped them? Why could she not do thet to Frostpaw?

As Silverpaw padded back into camp, she went into the medicine cat's den and went to Bramblefire to get treated. He put a few yellow plants and cobwebs on them and told her to rest and not move them much. As she went to her cave, she felt his hot, burning gaze on her back, but when she looked back, he was tending to another cat. Whats the matter with you Silverpaw? Its just Bramblefire. She scrambled up onto the overhang infront of her small den and sunned herself. Soon, enough, she fell asleep and dreamed a dream of snow and shadows. Once she got up, she lept down and went to Bramblefire to ask if she could patrol the border.

''Yes, yes. Its fine, just no hunting.'' She mewed her thanks and went to look for Blizzardstar.

''Blizzardstar?'' she mewed into the hollow in the Calling Willow.

''Yes?'' Growled a gruff voice. Silverpaw scrabbled in and say the leader with his mate.

''Can I go patrol the border, just for a stroll?'' She asked.

''Ok, just be back soon, its almost dusk.''

Silverpaw padded out and headed instincively to the MarrowClan border, where- for what seemed like the first time, they were there.

''Cloverpaw?! Snowpaw?!'' She squealed. The two she-cats turned their heads and yelped in surprise.

''Silverpaw?' They both mewed in unison. The three raced to their respecive borders and started chatting.

''How are you, how have you been?'' Silverpaw explained about Frrostpaw and Leafpaw, and about Mothfur and the deaths, and how she has nobody to turn to. Then a question struck her.

''Why have you not seen me?'' The two she-cats glanced at eachother guiltily.

''Well,'' They began.

''Can't you tell me?'' She asked. ''I am your friend right?''

''The thing is...''Frostpaw said.

''No, no, I understand if you can't tell me.'' She said, a fake sadness in her eyes.

''The thing is, we are having trouble with Moorclan.'' Cloverpaw blurted out.

''Yeah, MoorClan, taking our land, right..'' Frostpaw whispered.

''They are trying to take land, and we need to prepare the camp incase of an attack. And the monsterrrrrrrrrrrrr-'' Cloverpaw stopped.

''Has not attacked us, so we have had the time to fully re-enforce our camp walls.'' Frostpaw added, stepping on Cloverpaw's paw.

''Yeah.''

''Oh, yeah. I understand.'' Silverpaw could tell something was off about her friends. ''Anything else?'' She asked.

''No, nothing, nothing at all.'' Cloverpaw mewed. ''We should get going, we have some hunting to do, right Snowpaw?''

''Yeah, bye!''

In a heartbeat, Silverpaw was left alone, the woods seeming to share her sadness, as they were quiet, only for a moment- but quiet none the less.

Silverpaw made her way back to camp, a wail ringing in the hollow.

''Greypaw!'' Silverpaw entered the camp expecting to see the young tom's body, but only Ashpelt was there. Where was he? Frostpaw was crying above a shred of fur, whilst Ashpelts body was being mourned, Silverpaw sighed and looked up at the stars sky, dusk falling upon them. Let him be safe. She thought as she layed next to it, Frostpaw's vision was clouded with tears, so she could say a few prayers. He was so young, not the youngest, but still young. May you find Stormkit, and play with your brother once more. She left for her cave and thought once again of Sheen, she would not live this hard life. Would she?

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Frostpaw sobbed as she sat over the last trace of Greypaw, a shred of his fur. Her vision was clouded, although she loved leafpaw, she still had a feeling for him as well, now he was gone. she had no one to turn to exept Leafpaw, how would Greypaw act if he found out that she loved Leafpaw? Would she be hated? Would he judge her? Would he accept it? ''Oh Greypaw.' i always liked you as a friend, now you are gone. I have no one to turn to. Don't worry, I will say with you.'' She saw Silverpaw come and sit own, she was going to hiss but she left before she could. Frostpaw layed next to the fur along with Riverpath. Night bagan to fall and the stars began to shine.

''There will be two new stars in the sky tonight, Ashpelt and Greypaw. Let us thank StarClan for their life.''

The hollow became silent and before long, Frostpaw fell asleep. She wished to see Greypaw, but no sign of him came, only terrible dreams that will remain silent forever.

/

Silverpaw's paws ached as she was having a border patrol along twolegplace, this was her second patrol this morning, she was weak, she felt as if she could fall asleep. A hiss interuppted her thoughts. ''Silverpaw, hey. Hey, Silverpaw.'' She turned around to see Sheen, ontop of her fence. Her coat groomed and glistening

''What Sheen?'' She asked.

''Just to tell you, I saw this bulky tom going around, he looked as if he meant business, he almost killed poor Cookie next door. So, watch out.''

''Thanks, i will be sure!'' She mewed, catching up with the rest of the group. She saw no trace of a big, burly rouge, but it had been raining the previous night, so she was not sure. They got back to camp where Ashpelt was getting ready for being buried and Frostpaw was taking a shred of Greypaw's fur for burial. She grabbed a mouse and went to har cave, and halway through eating it, faceplanted it and slept.

Silerpaw went back to twolegplace to find the tom Sheen had mentioned, but he was not there. She lept ontop of Sheen's fence to find her, but saw through a gap in the nest wall that she was lying infront of a fire, warm, wellfed and asleep. Silverpaw's stomach growled at the thought and a cold breeze ruffled her fur. Should i go, stay? Am i of use to my Clan? They seem to use me as a patrol cat. Don't think like that! I guess you are right.

She carried on to camp and ate a small shrew, the cold numbing her tail-tip and ears. The wind's gentle whistling gently sending her to sleep.

Sorry for the short chapter, its just school is starting and i had to sort out uniforms and all that stuff, so from *checks notes* 4th of September, updates will be less fequent. Anyway, writing in Frostpaw's POV was fun! I might try it with other charcters next time, ByE!