Chapter 32

Snowyowl sat beneath the White Tree with his clan. Tundrafoot was perched on a root and was organizing patrols. The grey and white tom had grown used to the job and most of the clan had accepted him now. Lichenheart was still rebellious but, Snowyowl made sure Heronpaw obeyed his deputy.

"Whitefox can lead a border patrol by the Oceanclan border. Take Snowyowl and Heronpaw. Lichenheart and I will take Bigpaw and Furledpaw hunting so Stormstep can guard the camp," Tundrafoot mewed. He leapt from the root and headed outside of camp. Furledpaw and Bigpaw hurled after him. Lichenheart followed more slowly.

"Snowyowl," Silvertear called. Snowyowl glanced over to the nursery. His mate was sunning herself in the early new-leaf sun, outside the thorn bush. Snowyowl hurried towards her. "Be careful," she warned. Her eyes sparked with worry. Snowyowl knew she was still wary of the sea side clan. Ever since she had taken one of Belugastar's lives she was nervous they would take revenge on her clan.

"We'll be fine," he purred. He licked her head affectionately. Silvertear still looked worried but she didn't say anything else as he turn and ran to where Whitefox and Heronpaw were waiting for him.

"Ready?" Whitefox asked. Snowyowl nodded. Turning around Whitefox lead them into the woods. She walked swiftly to the border. Heronpaw kept pace the whole way. The brown apprentice had grown in the past moons. He now had lean muscles and long sharp claws. Snowyowl was proud of his apprentice. He would make a fine warrior.

"What do you smell?" Snowyowl asked when they reached the border. Heronpaw grew still and sniffed the air.

"Oceanclan stench. No more than there should be though," he mewed. Snowyowl nodded.

"Anything else?" he questioned. Heronpaw concentrated very hard.

"The stale scent of the fox we chased over the border two days ago," Heronpaw mewed. Snowyowl smiled.

"Very good," he praised. He was secretly surprised he had picked up the faint scent. Heronpaw had a good nose. Heronpaw also hated foxes. Ever since they killed his father he's hated them more than anything and can always pick up their scent before anyone else.

"Come on you two," Whitefox mewed. She looked back at them from where she was waiting a few fox lengths away. Snowyowl flicked Heronpaw's ear with his tail.

"Come on," he mewed before charging after the white she-cat.

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Silvertear purred in amusement as Orcakit and Songkit tumbled into the nursery wall. Getting to her feet she pulled them away from the thorns and placed them in Foamfur's nest. The golden she-cat had gone on a walk and Silvertear was watching her kits.

"Be careful where you roll to," she warned. They nodded. Orcakit swatted her sister in the back of the head.

"Hey," she hissed. Leaping on her sister the two rolled out of the nursery. Silvertear hurried after them.

Looking outside she saw them wrestling by the freshkill pile. Now that it was new-leaf the pile was well stocked. Silvertear couldn't help but smile when she saw it. Perhaps things would be getting better now.

"My tern," an angry squeak sounded across the clearing. Silvertear glanced at the kits. They were arguing over who got the tern Bigpaw had caught. Sighing Silvertear hurried towards them to break up the fight.

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Tundrafoot followed his apprentice back into camp. Both mentor and apprentice had caught a good amount of prey. Furledpaw carried his head high and stuck his tail in the air. Tundrafoot suppressed a mreow of laughter when he winked to Songkit and Orcakit as he dropped his prey on the pile.

"Good hunt," Maplestar praised. Tundrafoot looked up to see his leader staring at him approvingly. "The clan will be well fed tonight," she commented. Tundrafoot nodded in agreement.

"Now that things are warming up it's easier to find prey," he pointed out.

"It's a good thing too because Silvertear looks like she's about to bust," Maplestar mewed. Tundrafoot followed her gaze. Silvertear was swishing her tail back and forth so the kits could chase after it. Her stomach was very large. Tundrafoot was a little worried the kits hadn't come yet.

"Shouldn't she have had them by now?" he asked.

"I asked Duskpaw. She said it wasn't time yet," Maplestar answered. Tundrafoot was still a little worried but he wouldn't argue with his leader and medicine cat apprentice.

"Are she and Twigshade going to the Star Tree tonight?" he asked. Maplestar nodded.

"It's the half-moon tonight. Time for them to share tongues with Starclan. Just like always," Maplestar mewed. Tundrafoot was quiet. The leader and deputy stood there together and watched the camp as they went about their lives.

A/N:

Sorry for the boring and short chapter. Oh and I was rereading my story and I realized that they've only had leaf-bare twice and this is their second new-leaf. I'm not going to rewrite this whole story so we're just going to pretend that more seasons have passed. Oh and sorry I keep skipping so much time. I'm trying to get to the end. And I'm almost there. After Duskpaw goes to the Star Tree the end will almost be here. So sad *wipes away a tear*. Oh well, every story has to stop sometime. Well make sure you review.

P.S. did you like seeing from Tundrafoot's point of view? Do you want me to do that again? With someone else?