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Red leaped trough the rafters of the barn as Runner prepared the colony.
"We want to give them a good impression of us! Rain! Stand up straight! Blood! Sheathe those claws! Everybody, groom your fur until it shines! Act pleasant!"
A chorus of mews was heard and Red gave a small growl of appreciation.
"I wonder what position Tigerstripe has." He asked himself. As he reached his spot in an old nest in the rafters, he tried to remember the last time he had met Tigerstripe.
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Flashback, Red's POV
Red ran through the puddles as rain came in sheets down upon him.
"Why did she have to pick today?!" He growled through gritted teeth.
"Red!"
The gray tomcat skidded to a stop, spraying water all over himself and a pretty she-cat standing outside of a bush. She flashed him an angry look as she stepped into the dry shelter of the bush. When Red got there, he saw a gray tom, an exact look-alike of himself, curled in a bed of moss.
"Tigerpaw, wake up."
The tom opened his eyes and stood up to his full height, which was a bit taller than his mother. Red looked his son up and down
"Is he the only survivor?"
"Yes."
"He looks strong." He added, looking at the tom's smooth muscles.
"He is."
"How old is he?"
"7 moons."
"He's shaping into a fine Fighter."
"He will be a Warrior. Not a Fighter."
"Yes, Quietheart, I'm sorry.
Stepping around the wet she-cat, he stood by his son.
"So, do you have any friends?"
"Yes, their names are Hawkpaw, Silverpaw and Midnightpaw, Midnightpaw is going to be my mate."
"You have a mate already?! That is a good sign." Red purred.
Quietheart butted in on their conversation.
"Tigerpaw, we must get back to camp."
"Yes Mother."
Red watched his son and mate go, Quietheart yapping instructions at Tigerpaw until they were out of sight.
"Indeed, he will be a fine Warrior." Red told himself as he returned to the barn.
End Flashback
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"Red, the colony is ready."
Red was awaked from his dream by Runner, who stood by his nest.
"Alright, where are the clan cats camped?"
"Right by the barn."
Red gave his fur a few quick licks and jumped down from the rafters, followed by Runner. As he looked at his colony, he noted their shiny fur and sheathed claws.
"Alright, let's go meet the clan!"
Red led the colony to where the clan was camped.
"Greetings, Clan cats!" He shouted and watched as tired and exhausted clan cats scrambled to their feet, ready for battle.
"Who are you?!" A tabby shouted.
"I am Red, leader of the Colony. We are friendly cats. I have kin a clan."
A orange and white tom shouldered hi way out of the crowd of cats.
"What is your kin's name?"
"Tigerstripe. I wish to talk with him, where is he?"
Red looked around as the expressions on the clan cat's faces changed. Some changed to anger, some changed to fear.
"Tigerstripe is no longer a part of the clans." A new voice sounded from inside the crowd.
"Where is he?"
A sleek black she-cat stepped out of the mass of cats
"I killed him."
Red whirled around to look the she-cat straight in the eyes.
"WHAT?!"
"I killed him. He tried to kill my mate, my kits and he killed the deputy and my sister."
"What, may I ask, is your name?"
"My name is Midnightsky; I am the current deputy of LoneClan."
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Just to clear it up, Red knows what Tigerstripe's warrior name was because Quietheart came and told him.