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Goldentail blinked open her eyes. Something had been keeping her from sleep lately- what it was however, she could not name. She stretched her weary limbs out and shook her head to clear it. She slipped out of the den, careful not to wake her Clanmates as she did. Sunclaw, the Thunderclan deputy, would be furious if he was disturbed. He was still quite young, even for a deputy, and grouchy at that. Goldentail strutted past the fresh-kill pile and nodded at Littleleaf on gaurd duty before padding out of the thick gorse tunnel. The reasuring tug as the thorns caught on her fur was little comfort as she went out to hunt.

Goldentail glanced up at the sky. It wasn't even close to dawn yet! She hadn't quite realized just how early it was. She decided to hunt at Sunningrocks. It was her favorite spot in the whole territory. The rush of water calmed her, and the warm rocks beneath her paws felt nice, even in the heat of Greenleaf. Slowly she approached the large brown boulders, the roar of the rapids...

There was another cat across the river- a tom by the smell of him. He had broad shoulders and a long, striped tail. He was sleek and well-fed, a RiverClan trademark, and his light gray coat was dappled by large black splotches. But it was his eyes that Goldentail noticed immediately. They were turned torwards the river, and matched it almost perfectly- they were a glittering silver color, with sky-blue flecks in them. To Goldentail, he only aknowledged a small nod before continueing his work- fishing, obviously.

Goldentail nodded back. Perhaps cats in RiverClan were just as sleepless as she was. She glanced ruefully at the nearly-full moon above thier heads before instinctively slipping into a hunter's croutch on the highest Sunningrock. She parted her jowls, letting the forest scents run over her scent glands until she picked up the sweet smell of a small furry creature. Mouse. She spotted it just below her on the rock, a little ways away, but still quite within leaping distance. Goldentail hunched over, sprange, and...

Suddenly a high pitched screech broke her concentration and her paws hit the wrong mark- several tail-lengths away from the now-running mouse. Goldentail glared around, searching for the cat that had lost her her prey. The cry came again, and she swivelled her ears towards the noise. From her perch, she could see the RiverClan tom searching too, and at the same time they noticed it- a tiny kit had been swept into the current of the river!

Goldentail immediately leaped to her paws, but it was too late. She could see the kit's head bobbing just below the surface of the water. There was no way she could get there in time! StarClan, help the kit! she prayed. Then she remembered. The RiverClan cat! He had already dove into the water with a loud splash. In heartbeats he was back on the riverbank, but the small kit wasn't breathing and unconcious. Goldentail knew what she had to do.

"I can help!" she called the the warrior. "My brother is the ThunderClan medicine cat- he taught me a few things." Thank goodness for that, she thought. As little as she liked water, Goldentail swam across the river, striking out with powerful strokes to get to the dying kit. The RiverClan tom wordlessly stepped aside to give her some room. She took a deep breath, remembering the time Lilypaw had fallen into the stream when it had frozen over. What had Grasswing done to get the apprentice breathing again?

Goldentail gently and carefully worked her paws along the kit's side, pushing up and down, coaxing it to breathe. After what seemed like moons, but could only have been heartbeats, the kit drew in a short watery breath and coughed up a pawful of water. The kit- a small tortoiseshell she-cat- shuddered and sniffled. Goldentail began covering her with brisk licks. When the kit was as dry and warm as she could get it, Goldentail nodded torward the RiverClan tom. "Get this kit back to your camp, and make sure she stays in camp," she purred. "This time of year, a kit could easily be swept away by the weakest of currents."

The RiverClan cat nodded. "Sure," he murmured. He had a deep, velvety voice, like water over sand. "What is your name? My Clan might like to know who in ThunderClan they can trust." He carried a sort of joking tone, but Goldentail didn't like the way he was talking.

"You can trust all the cats in ThunderClan," she replied cooly, "unless you give us a reason not to be trusted. My name is Goldentail. And you are?"

"Blackspots. RiverClan is eternally in your debt."

"Well, just remember that next time you invade our camp. Last time was difficult to recover from." Goldentail was reffering to the war going on between the two Clans. The two Clans had been sparring since before Goldentail was even kitted. No cat remembered or cared to remember why, ThunderClan cats always assumed it was to the fault of RiverClan. RiverClan probably thought the same about ThunderClan. Of course, all Clans fought, that was normal, but not like this. This was different- there wasn't a gathering interupted by clouds covering the moon, and not two moons passed before one Clan or the other invaded camps.

Blackspots mearly smiled a weak smile before he picked up the tiny she-kit in his jowls and disapeared into the reeds.