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A white cat emerged from the gorse tunnel, but it wasn't Moonstar. Falconpaw sprang, and fastened herself onto the enemy's back, where she raked her claws across his shoulders, and clamped her teeth onto his back. The cat yowled with surprise, and stumbled to the ground. It hissed and twisted, thrusting it's paws up and trying to claw at Falconpaw's belly. She moved aside and dug her claws further into the cat's fur. Suddenly, a familiar yowl sounded in the clearing. "Enough!"

Moonstar? No, it couldn't be. This is an enemy cat!

"I said enough, Falconpaw!" The voice growled. Falconpaw realized that it was Moonstar, telling her to stop attacking an enemy cat. She lept off the white cat and stood back. Her eyes widened in realization. "You!" she spat, the fur on her shoulders bristling with fury as she realized whom the cat was. Her head was clouded with confusion as she looked at her leader. "Moonstar-?" She began, but couldn't find what to say to her leader about this. Mistclaw, Duskhawk, Leafpelt, and Dustcloud surrounded Rabbitpaw: the Riverclan apprentice Falconpaw had had a brief fight with just that morning. The other warriors and Sunpaw appeared behind the patrol, and Moonstar stood at the head as the elders and queens began to emerge from their dens, most likely drawn out by the enemy scent, and curious as to what was going on. But, as soon as she saw the RiverClan cat, Blizzardpelt hurried back into the nursery, leaving Swiftbrook standing at the entrance, her belly round.

Clawpelt stepped forward as Scarfur and Ravenheart appeared behind him. "Moonstar, why is there a RiverClan cat in our camp?" The old tom protested hoarsely, narrowing his eyes. Moonstar did not reply to Clawpelt, but instead led his cats forward. He leapt up onto the Highrock, and flicked his tail to summon his warriors forward. Leafpelt and Duskhawk sat to one side of the Highrock, and Mistclaw and Dustcloud sat on the other, with Rabbitpaw in the middle of them, sitting in front of the whole clan to see. Desertsong took her place next to the Highrock, and the other warriors gathered around. Falconpaw was standing where she had stepped back from Rabbitpaw, and glaring at him. There had to be a good reason for him to be here. Then, she realized that Blackpaw and Riverpaw were not there. She looked around but couldn't find them. She was forced to listen as, just then, Moonstar yowled clearly,

"Cats of ThunderClan," he looked at his Clan. "You are all probrably wondering why this RiverClan apprentice has come here, when he should be back with his own Clan." Mews of agreement came from the assembled Clan. "Rabbitpaw," Moonstar looked down at the white apprentice, who glared back up at Moonstar. "You have come here with a message from Shadestar, as I am told." Rabbitpaw turned to the rest of the Clan and stood, meowing clearly,

"I do. And I shall share it: 'ThunderClan, give up Sunningrocks to RiverClan, or a battle will be held before the next half moon.'" An enraged caterwaul errupted from the Clan cats.

"Moonstar, that is madness! I travel with Eaglepaw at the next half moon to Highstones!" Grasstail howled from the entrance to his clearing. Moonstar raised his paw for silence. It took a few heartbeats for the ThunderClan cats to quiet themselves, but once it was silent, Moonstar spoke again.

"I understand that this is a wrong decision. Rabbitpaw, Shadestar sent you with this message. Why is he so intent of getting sunningrocks? It is indeed madness to throw ourselves into battle when our Clans have been at peace for many moons. Mistclaw's patrol will escort you back to RiverClan territory. We will discuss this at the next Gathering, but until then, tell Shadestar there will be no battle necissary." He lept off the Highrock and padded into his den, flicking his tail for Desertsong, and the lichen that draped over the hollow rock swallowed them. Falconpaw watched as Mistclaw and her patrol surrounded Rabbitpaw again and escorted him out of the clearing. The Clan began to whisper urgently, seperating into groups to talk about what just happened.

Falconpaw turned to see Sunpaw pad quickly over to her. "Falconpaw," she started, her eyes swelling with worry. "Blackpaw and Riverpaw are still at sunningrocks. They disappeared as the fight went on. Moonstar insisted on heading back to the camp, so I couldn't look." She bowed her head. "I couldn't find them..." Falconpaw blinked, both in astonishment, confusion, and worry.

"Well, shouldn't we sneak off to look?" Falconpaw suggested, standing, her tail fur fluffing out slightly. Sunpaw looked up at her like she just suggested they steal prey from another Clan's territory.

"Moonstar ordered me to stay here. He doesn't want anyone out until Mistclaw comes back with the O-kay." The she-cat explained.

After what seemed like hours, another rustle at the gorse tunnel told Falconpaw that the patrol had returned. Falconpaw stood there eagerly. Mistclaw came in first, followed by her patrol. Dustcloud emerged last, draging a limp brown heap through the dirt and into the clearing with Blackpaw padding right behind him. Falconpaw gasped. "Riverpaw!" She mewed urgently, dashing toward her denmate. Dustcloud had carried him to Grasstail, and was already in the clearing when Falconpaw entered. Riverpaw lie still in the sun. Grasstail and Eaglepaw worked quickly, pressing his wounds with cobwebs and checking him for any major injuries. Falconpaw reluctantly walked over, her paws trembling with thought of the worst.

Suddenly, the brown tom moved and groaned. Falconpaw sighed with relief as Grasstail nodded to say he was Ok. Eaglepaw stepped aside and let Riverpaw alone as Grasstail headed back into his den. Falconpaw padded over to Riverpaw and crouched beside him. "Riverpaw?" Falconpaw whispered, nudging him gently with her nose. Riverpaw stirred again, kneeding his claws into the dirt. Falconpaw urged him, "Can you sit up? What happened?" Falconpaw waited as Riverpaw hauled himself into a sitting position and shook his head to clear it. He blinked a few times, then swayed, and fell forward onto his chin. Falconpaw shook her head. "You really are clumsy." She joked, trying to cheer him up. Riverpaw managed a small smile.

"It was crazy over there," he murmered, flicking an ear as he recalled the short battle.

Falconpaw was still worried about him. "Well, did the RiverClan cats retreat?" She asked, lieing on her stomach and tucking her forepaws beneath her. Riverpaw nodded.

"It took them a bit, but they finally disappeared across the boarder. Blackpaw and I stayed behind in the reeds, and when we realized Moonstar had left, a gray tom attacked me." He shook his head. "I was so stupid not to notice him…" Riverpaw added. Falconpaw thought back through the RiverClan cats. She finally remembered a gray tom. "It was probrably Graystorm. He's one of the only gray cats in RiverClan. Oddly enough because they could resemble the fish in the river."

Falconpaw looked up and Blackpaw was inching away from Eaglepaw as the medacine cat apprentice tried to cover his wounds. "Eaglepaw, stop! I'm fine!" Blackpaw hissed, padding toward his denmates. He nudged his nose to Falconpaw's cheek and gave her a quick lick, then turned to Riverpaw and looked him over. Falconpaw winked her right eye shut, and shook her head from Blackpaw. "Uh, are you ok?" She questioned, feeling awkward as she stared oddly at Blackpaw.

"I'm ok. What about you?" He responded calmly, looking over to her.

"Fine," Falconpaw replied slowly, bringing up her paw and whiping it over her cheek impatienly. Riverpaw looked a little upset at Blackpaw. What's going on? Falconpaw thought, eyeing her two friends suspiciously.

Falconpaw stood and nodded to Riverpaw, "Are you hungry? I'm on my way to the fresh-kill pile." Riverpaw nodded thankfully.

"Yes, thank you." He mewed. Falconpaw turned and left Grasstail's clearing, and padded over to the fresh-kill. There is definitely something going on with Riverpaw and Blackpaw. They've been acting strange for the past moon. What's the sudden change? Falconpaw thought, narrowing her eyes throughtfully. She stopped in front of the pile and chose a vole for Riverpaw, a magpie for Blackpaw, and a plump mouse for herself. Falconpaw carried the prey back to the medacine cat's clearing and stopped in front of her denmates. She dropped the prey at her paws and nudged the magpie toward Blackpaw. "For you, incase you were hungry." She pushed the vole toward Riverpaw with her paw, and then settled down to eat her mouse. Blackpaw nodded his thanks and started eating the magpie. It was silent between the three apprentices, then Eaglepaw called, "I think someone is-"

Just then Moonstar entered Grasstail's clearing with Mistclaw at his side. "Falconpaw," he meowed. Falconpaw stood and padded up to her leader.

"No one entered the camp while we were at Sunningrocks?" Falconpaw seemed surprised that Moonstar was asking this. She shook her head. "No. When I heard the patrol coming back, I let everyone know. We stationed ourselves around the camp in case it was an enemy patrol. That's why I attacked Rabbitpaw when he came in first. I was not going to wait to see if he was a captive or just walking in because you were away." Moonstar stared down at Falconpaw thoughtfully. She held his green-eyed gaze calmly. He finally nodded, then turned and left the clearing.

"What was that about?" Riverpaw abruptly asked. Falconpaw shrugged her shoulders, turning back to her denmates and lying down again.

"I don't know." Does Moonstar doubt my loyalty to ThunderClan for some reason? She asked herself, chewing thoughtfully on her mouse. How could I even think that? Moonstar is wise and understanding. Of course he doesn't doubt me! Falconpaw then snapped at herself irritably.

"Do you think Moonstar suspects something is going on when he's not looking?" Blackpaw asked.

"About Falconpaw?" Riverpaw answered him. "No way!" Falconpaw was glad that the committed apprentice was backing her up. Blackpaw then hissed at his denmate,

"I wasn't making any accusations, Riverpaw! Don't go twisting your whiskers over nothing." He took another bite of his magpie, then stood, and trotted out of the medacine cat's clearing, disappearing through the fern tunnel. Falconpaw blinked after Blackpaw inquisitively. She looked over to Riverpaw, but he was munching quietly on the vole she had brought him. Falconpaw turned back to her mouse, and ate in silence with Riverpaw.

Falconpaw lie outside her den, sharing toungues with Sunpaw after the long day. Silverpelt stretched across the sky, shining brightly. A warm breeze slipped silently through the trees, whispering to the Clan. Riverpaw suddenly came through the gorse tunnel, looking tired. He trotted sleepily to the den, and then disappeared inside, Embereye coming in behind him and parting to the warrior's den. Falconpaw paused in her licking and blinked. The sun had recently set, leaving a few streaks of pink from behind Twolegplace. Falconpaw stood and stretched her legs out in front of her. Sunpaw eventually stood too, and the two she-cats entered the den. Falconpaw found Riverpaw curled up in his nest, his nose tucked under his tail. Blackpaw must have just settled, because he opened one eye as his two denmates entered, then closed it again. Falconpaw walked over to her nest, and circled a few times, before settling and resting her chin on her forepaws.

It was the middle of the night, and the camp was quiet. The soft breathing of the apprentices' sounded around her, and a warm, gentle breeze blew through the den. Voices from somewhere nearby woke her, and Falconpaw opened her eyes and raised her head. Soft talking seeming to come from the main clearing entered her ears. Curious, Falconpaw quietly rose to her paws and daintily padded to the entrence to the den. She peered out, then emerged and crouched behind the tree stump. Falconpaw gazed around the side, and blinked as she saw Moonstar sitting by Grasstail. "Any sign, Grasstail? Anything at all?" The white leader mewed softly. The medacine cat shook his head.

"StarClan are silent. Why are you so anxious? StarClan obviously don't doubt Falconpaw's loyalty or bravery. And neither do I." Moonstar turned his head.

"And you're saying I do? I trust that little cat with my seven lives and the lives of my Clan! She has grown strong and capable, however I'm not sure how long it will take for her to realize…" He sighed. Grasstail twitched his ear.

"She might be blood RiverClan, but she is wholly ThunderClan." He retorted, flicking his tail. Falconpaw gasped silently, and flattened her ears. I have RiverClan blood? She thought, astounded. "How?" She whispered under her breath. Moonstar was speaking again,

"Maybe RiverClan have figured out Falcopaw's resemblance to Ghostbird. I can only hope that she doesn't get bad habbits from longing to be with the river." Grasstail gazed up at Silverpelt, and focussed his eyes high above the treetops.

Moonstar looked up too, and drew in a quick breath. Falconpaw raised her eyes to her ancestors' dewlling, but did not pinpoint what they saw. Grasstail lowered his head, meowing quietly, "StarClan have spoken: 'One Star to Catch the Bird, One Star to Claim the Bird Without Battle Over A Breaking Storm'. Falconpaw… Is RiverClan's if they find out she has Ghostbird's blood." Falconpaw turned away and stumbled back into the apprentices' den. She crouched in her nest and lie there trembling. I have RiverClan blood, and I'm in a prophecy…I'll fight harder and and catch more prey than even Clawpelt ever did!

Early that morning, Falconpaw woke and padded out into the main clearing. She looked around. Dawn had recently broken, and no cat was out. Turning, Falconpaw slipped through the gorse tunnel. She hurried up the ravine and into the forest. Falconpaw made her way through the territory, scenting the air for prey. She picked up one trail and followed it. The vole was headed toward Sunningrocks. Picking up her pace, Falconpaw continued to stalk her prey. She caught sight of it a few times, and crouched low to stay out of sight. She creeped over the rocks, and stopped near a crevice. She lowered herself and waited, staring down at the entrance. She pricked her ears and waited… Nothing. The prey wasn't coming out. Frustrated, Falconpaw turned and blinked.

Just nearby was the river and the ThunderClan boarder. Falconpaw sat on her haunches, and watched as it rolled with the contours of the rocks at the river bottom. She sighed. RiverClan, her first home when she was a tiny kit. Who would've known? Did she really look like Ghostbird? She'd have to look for her at the next Gathering. If I'm allowed to go… She thought irritably.

Falconpaw rounded her ears back, and turned her head to see Desertsong at the head of a patrol with Wetfur, Blackpaw, and Nettleclaw. "Falconpaw?" Desertsong mewed to her, coming up beside the apprentice. "What are you doing out here all alone?" She shifted her eyes to the river, then back to the tortoiseshell she-cat. Falconpaw turned away with a frown.

"I was hunting," She explained. Desertsong looked to the sides.

"I don't see any prey," she challenged. Falconpaw looked up. Do you doubt me too? Falconpaw wanted to snap, but she kept that comment in her mind, instead answering, "It hid in the crevice over there." She gestured with her tail. "I couldn't get it out." Desertsong padded toward it, and sniffed inside.

"There isn't prey-scent in there." She looked back at Falconpaw.

"Well that's where the trail led. I guess the vole went across the boarder." The patrol looked from Falconpaw to the river, to Desertsong.

Falconpaw looked at them. She rested her gaze on Blackpaw for a moment, and he looked away. "Why are you all here, anyway?" Falconpaw asked. Desertsong returned to the head of the patrol.

"We were looking for you. Sunpaw reported you missing, and Moonstar sent us out. You should come back to camp." Falconpaw nodded and stood. Desertsong turned away and led the patrol back toward the trees. Falconpaw looked at the river one last time, then turned and padded after her Clanmates.

The patrol entered the clearing, and broke apart, weaving through the cats that had supposedly been gathering, and were now breaking up. Wetfur and Nettleclaw slipped back into the warrior's den, and Blackpaw went toward Sunpaw and Riverpaw near the treestump. Falconpaw moved to follow him when Moonstar called, "Falconpaw!" She stopped briefly, then swerved to head toward Moonstar and Desertsong on the other side of the clearing. Moonstar looked to Desertsong and meowed something, but Falconpaw wasn't near enough to hear. Saying more things about me? She wondered with an inward growl. She stopped in front of the Deputy and Leader.

Moonstar fixed his gaze on her. "Where were you?" He asked, blinking down at her.

"Hunting," she answered, reclining to her haunches.

"Alone?" Moonstar asked.

"I wanted to get an early start," Falconpaw explained, curling her tail over her paws. Moonstar drew in a breath.

"You don't smell of prey, and you didn't bring anything back. Where were you?" Desertsong then mewed,

"She was sitting at Sunningrocks when we came." Falconpaw glanced at the Deputy, before turning back to Moonstar, who was asking,

"Why there? Did you see any RiverClan cats?" Falconpaw shook her head, the image of the sleek warriors flashing through her mind.

"I followed a prey scent trail, but it hid and I couldn't catch it. After that Desertsong and her patrol came, saying Sunpaw had told you I wasn't here." Moonstar opened his mouth as if to correct her on something, but then nodded.

"All right. Find a warrior and go out to catch something. Then you can eat." He dismissed her with a dip of his head. Falconpaw nodded respectfully, then turned. As she padded away, she heard Moonstar meow,

"Find someone dependable to keep an eye on her." Falconpaw narrowed her eyes as she padded toward the warrior's den. Desertsong shot past her, and stepped into the den, then came out with a tiny nod at Moonstar.

Falconpaw glanced at Desertsong, then peered inside, and saw Lightfoot and Mistclaw inside, talking quietly, and Windstorm just shutting her eyes. I know who's going to be watching me, she thought. Windstorm, you're going to have a lot of work... Mistclaw and Lightfoot looked up as Falconpaw came inside. "Yes, what is it?" Mistclaw asked. Falconpaw answered,

"Moonstar wanted me to take someone out on hunting patrol." Mistclaw stood and stretched.

"I have to take a patrol to the ShadowClan boarder soon." Lightfoot stood and said,

"I'll go with you, Falconpaw." Mistclaw glanced at him.

"You're in my patrol." Lightfoot gave a respectful nod, and meowed back,

"Embereye and Riverpaw are going. He, Wetfur, and Blackpaw can share training methods." Before Mistclaw replied, Lightfoot led Falconpaw out of the warrior's den.

The two padded through the clearing, then out the gorse tunnel and into the forest. Lightfoot lead her toward the Owl Tree. They trotted side by side, Falconpaw still holding an unsettled frown on her muzzle. Lightfoot glanced at her. "How long have you known?" He asked, refocussing on their trail again.

"What; that Moonstar thinks I'll become a traitor just because I have RiverClan blood? Since last night. I'm even in a prophecy! How could Moonstar doubt me? It's like doubting you or doubting Riverpaw, Blackpaw, and Sunpaw." Lightfoot tried not to laugh.

"Not really. I was born to ThunderClan, and so were Blackpaw, Riverpaw, and Sunpaw. Besides, I'm already a warrior, and Sunpaw is the Deputy's apprentice... It'd be hard to doubt us." Falconpaw sighed.

"I just don't know what to do now! Everyone looks at me funny, and Blackpaw won't even look at me!" Lightfoot snorted.

"Since when has finding out something new about another cat stopped Blackpaw from beind their friend?" Falconpaw was silent.

"Can I trust you?" She asked Lightfoot, looking up at him with wide, green eyes. He looked down at her.

"Of course! You can trust everyone. The Clan knows you're loyal to them. Moonstar knows you're loyal." Falconpaw bowed her head.

"But he asked Desertsong to tell a warrior to keep an eye on me. I'm sure Windstorm will do a good job with that, since she doesn't have her own apprentice to look out for." Lightfoot flicked his ears. Falconpaw looked up at him, then flicked her tail at his flank so that they could stop.

Lightfoot turned to her, questions swimming in his brown eyes. Falconpaw furrowed her brow at him. "Desertsong asked you, didn't she?" She demanded, curling her lip. Lightfoot dragged his paw through the dirt awkwardly.

"I did refuse, asking for her to appoint Windstorm for the task. I can't just sit around and watch you get into trouble by trying to prove yourself." He lowered his head. Falconpaw snorted.

"I don't need to be watched!" She spun around and dashed through the bracken, her tail disappearing between the fronds. Lightfoot looked after her, his ears low. "Sorry," he murmered, watching as the fronds slowly stopped shaking.

Falconpaw burst through the gorse tunnel, carrying two mice, a small squirrel and a vole. The prey-scent wafted into her nose, making her eyes and mouth water. She padded quickly over to the fresh-kill pile and dropped the prey there. Falconpaw raised her eyes and brought them to Moonstar. He looked at her calmly. Falconpaw turned back toward the gorse tunnel, just as Lightfoot came bounding in. "Where are you going?" He panted, turning and watching her.

"Back out," Falconpaw explained, disappearing again. Lightfoot turned to Moonstar who flicked his tail for the young warrior to follow her. Lightfoot let out a breath, then leapt out of the tunnel.

Falconpaw crouched in the middle of a small circle of bushes, her tail waving slightly. Lightfoot peered around a tree, and watched silently. Before Falconpaw hopped a blackbird, pecking at the small grassy patches. At a snap of a twig, it darted forward, stretching it's wings and giving off a loud alarm call. Falconpaw leapt up as the bird lifted into the air. It fluttered up faster as Falconpaw swiped at it, then landed on her paws. The blackbird hastily flapped toward a nearby tree. Falconpaw sped off toward the tree, then clawed her way up it. She turned her head and leapt at the bird, still in flight. A ray of sun shone onto something orange, and Falconpaw looked to see what it was. Lightfoot blinked in surprise as Falconpaw spotted him.

Noticing she was dropping to the dirt, Falconpaw looked up at the blackbird. She swiped her paw at it, her claws unsheathed. It cawed in terror. Falconpaw tumbled through the air, then hit the ground and rolled over a few times. She landed on her belly, and opened her eyes. The blackbird was hobbling away. Falconpaw raised a paw and sank her claws into the blackbird's tailfeathers and dragged it back. It flapped with fright as Falconpaw rose and bit the back of it's neck.

Lightfoot padded out of the bushes and stopped to the side of Falconpaw. He looked down at the blackbird, then to Falconpaw, who was panting. "I've been following the stupid thing from the owl tree to here!" She growled down at the prey. Lightfoot looked up at her.

"Did you get anything else?" Falconpaw raised her eyes to him.

"Of course! The blackbird is the third thing!" She took it in her teeth, then rounded away and into the bracken. Lightfoot followed right behind her.

Falconpaw glanced behind her at Lightfoot. I trusted him and looked up to him since I was a kit! And now, he's spying on me... She thought with an inward snarl. Falconpaw lead Lightfoot back from the Owl Tree and across the stream to near the Sandy Hollow. She placed the blackbird down and dug up two mice. She picked them up and the blackbird, and started back to camp with Lightfoot following. Falconpaw glanced behind her again. Lightfoot looked up at her, but Falconpaw had turned back to the trail.

She led up to the gorse tunnel, and stopped before she went in. Moonstar's voice was leaking through the walls of the camp, "ThunderClan! First, I know what I have told you all this morning has shocked you, but you must not let this knowledge distract you from your daily tasks. I know you all have been surprised to know that Falconpaw has RiverClan blood, but you can't let that shake your trust. As Grasstail said to me, 'She might be blood RiverClan, but she is wholly ThunderClan', you should tell that to yourselves. The Gathering is coming up soon, and I want her to come." The Clan began to whisper. A raspy voice spoke above the rest,

"What if she is overcome by the current of the river? It flows in her veins, even if she is wholly ThunderClan." Moonstar fixed his gaze on Ravenheart. The old black queen met his green gaze with her gold eyes. Moonstar answered,

"Falconpaw can't be treated like an outsider. We must respect her as a ThunderClan cat, for she is a ThunderClan cat. RiverClan can't claim her unless they believe she has their blood. Falconpaw looks as much like Ghostbird as she does Dawnsong. They can't prove anything yet. Nobody is to speak about this while she is around. I don't want to discourage-"

Just then Falconpaw walked calmly in, carrying her prey. She looked around with false curiosity as she walked toward the fresh-kill pile. The eyes of the Clan followed her. Falconpaw dropped the prey and looked up to Moonstar. "Did I miss something?" She asked, sitting on her haunches. Moonstar watched her with shining eyes.

"No. Actually, I was just calling forward Riverpaw." The white leader looked down at the brown apprentice. Falconpaw looked at Riverpaw, who was eyeing everyone with surprise. He stood at the entrence to Grasstail's clearing, cobwebs covering a patch on his shoulder. Moonstar summoned Riverpaw with a flick of his tail. Slowly, the tom moved forward, his eyes wide and curious, but he shook excitedly all over. Falconpaw followed him with her eyes, and moved around so that she was near the front of the group.

Moonstar raised his voice to the Clan though he addressed the apprentice, "Riverpaw, you have succesfully faught off RiverClan warriors with the help of a small hunting patrol. You have shown yourself to be an fully dependable apprentice lately." The sun had disappeared over the tops of the trees, and Silverpelt was taking over, stretching slowly above the clearing and covering the streaks of sunset. Moonstar leapt down from the Highrock, and padded toward Riverpaw. The apprentice's fur was stuck out in every direction, and his eyes shone with the praise.

Moonstar tilted his head toward Silverpelt, and spoke the cerimonial words, "I, Moonstar, leader of ThunderClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. He has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend him to you as a warrior in his turn." Falconpaw's paws tingled with excitement and she watched. Moonstar fixed his gaze on Riverpaw and spoke again, "Riverpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend this Clan, even at the cost of your life?" Riverpaw shivered with bottled up joy, but his voice was steady and honest as he replied,

"I do."

"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name: Riverpaw, from this moment you will be known as Riverwind. StarClan honors your bravery and your strength, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan." He rested his muzzle on Riverwind's bowed head. Riverwind stooped lower to give Moonstar's shoulder a respectful lick, then he turned and stood beside Nettleclaw and Cloudstripe. Meows of approval errupted from around the clearing. "Riverwind! Riverwind! Riverwind!" They called, circling the new warrior.

Falconpaw stayed where she was, watching as the Clan encircled Riverwind, congradulating him and meowing encouraging things. Falconpaw lowered her head. Now she really felt bad. She'll just try harder! She will become a ThunderClan warrior! "Hi," came a voice, breaking her thoughts. Falconpaw looked up to see Riverwind standing before her. Falconpaw tried to sound cheerful.
"Congradulations, Riverwind. You'll make a good warrior," she said, standing and gently flicking her tail at Riverwind's shoulder. She then turned and disappeared into the den.

Falconpaw looked around curiously. Sunpaw and Blackpaw weren't in there. She had seen them with Riverwind, but where they were now, she wasn't sure. Riverwind poked his head inside the apprentice's den. "Um... Sunfur and Blackrain are looking for you," he murmered. Falconpaw whipped around, her fur bristling.

"Sunfur and Blackrain?" She echoed, her eyes wide. Riverwind backed away as Falconpaw came out of the apprentice's den. She looked around the clearing, then saw the black tom and the pale she-cat walk toward her. "Hey Falconpaw," Sunfur said, her green eyes shining. Falconpaw looked at them with wide eyes. "When did this happen?" She cried, gaping at them. Sunfur answered,
"I was made a warrior just this morning. Blackrain was called after me." Falconpaw lowered her head, then looked back up at them with a troubled expression.

To the side, Lightfoot sat next to Moonstar. "See? Falconpaw could have been a warrior too. Without Blackrain and Sunfur, she'll feel like we're abandoning her." Moonstar sat calmly.

"Falconpaw is not ready. Knowing she has RiverClan blood has made the Clan anxious. We can't give her her warrrior name until she has proven more." Lightfoot dug his claws into the dirt.

"What more can she prove? She's as capable as Riverwind, Sunfur, and Blackrain." Moonstar was silent again as he tilted his head to Silverpelt.

"I didn't tell anyone... 'One Star to Catch the Bird, One Star to Claim the Bird Without Battle Over A Breaking Storm'." Lightfoot stared at Moonstar.

"So StarClan have spoken. Either Shadestar claims Falconpaw to have RiverClan blood, or you hide this until she is a warrior. What about 'Without Battle Over A Breaking Storm'? What does that mean?" Moonstar looked at Lightfoot.
"We cannot fight for Falconpaw. The 'Storm' is her determination building up inside. If Falconpaw chooses, she will either become a loner, or choose to go to RiverClan, unless she feels she can prove herself wholly ThunderClan." Lightfoot turned his head to Falconpaw.

Sunfur blinked down at her former denmate. Falconpaw spoke up, "Why wasn't I made a warrior too?" The three new warriors exchanged glances.

"Moonstar wouldn't tell us," Blackrain finally said. Riverwind added,

"I don't think he believes you're ready. After all, you having-" Sunfur rammed him with her shoulder. "Shhh!" She hissed. Falconpaw narrowed her eyes.

"I have RiverClan blood. That's right, Riverwind. RiverClan." The three warriors looked in astonishment.

"How long have you known?" Sunfur asked. Falconpaw clawed the earth.

"Since last night. Moonstar recieved a prophecy about me, and Desertsong asked Lightfoot to spy on me. I feel like I can't trust anyone anymore..." She turned and disappeared into the den.

Falconpaw curled up in her nest, her nose tucked in her tail fur.

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