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This chapter is from the WindClan apprentice, Dirtpaw.

Dirtpaw flung himself out of camp. He sprinted across WindClan territory, trying to keep up with the other members of the patrol. Rabbitpaw, a quiet tom, had come to tell them that RiverClan had attacked their patrol. Dirtpaw hoped he got there in time to sink his teeth into a RiverClan cat's flesh.

Dirtpaw's dark brown fur stood on end as he could smell the stench of blood and RiverClan. Hawktree, his mentor, yowled out a challenge to the RiverClan warriors, which was not so gleefully answered by some. Still, the cats held their ground. WindClan threw itself at RiverClan. Hawktree's light gold body flew forward, and the rest of WindClan followed their deputy.

A golden apprentice leapt at Dirtpaw, and Dirtpaw first realized how pretty she was. Her perfect eyes were amber, she was small, but Dirtpaw knew that she couldn't be much younger than him. His thoughts were interrupted by the she-cat raking her claws across his muzzle. Dirtpaw hissed in pain and retaliated by sinking his teeth into her shoulder.

"You'll have to fight better than that, kittypet," she snarled, shaking him off.

Dirtpaw flew at her again, flinging his larger body at her. His weight crushed her, and she struggled instead of going limp. The RiverClan patrol leader yowled for the cats to retreat.

Dirtpaw smiled with delight. Hopefully RiverClan would stay away from WindClan borders.

"Gathering tonight," Hawktree said grimly. "Leafstar better speak to Brookstar tonight."

Dirtpaw nodded, still watching to golden apprentice retreat with her clan.

"I don't understand though, Brookstar was always hesitant to endanger her Clan. Needletooth might, but Brookstar makes her own decisions."

Dirtpaw nodded again, continuing to stare at the retreating RiverClan cats, which were now specks.

"Let's get back to camp," Hawktree called to his warriors. "We have to get some of your wounds checked out."

The WindClan warriors, tired but proud, left the battle sight and stalked back to their camp.

"That's a nasty cut," Otterpaw, the medicine apprentice, said quietly to Dirtpaw. "I'll be able to treat it." She turned and fetched some herbs, and carefully placed them over the cut. Dirtpaw winced as she placed some of the herbs, but Otterpaw ignored it. Dirtpaw couldn't imagine not being a warrior apprentice. He couldn't stand being confined to camp and having cat's lives in his paws.

"You good," Otterpaw said. "Come back tomorrow for me to check that it's healing well, and take it easy. Whitefur will talk to Hawktree about your training, but I think it would be best if you took it easy for a few days."

Dirtpaw nodded. One person he would always listen to would be the clan medicine cat.

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