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Dirtpaw's POV

I stumbled into camp, half asleep, my head spinning.

"Dirtpaw, you'll scare away all of the prey from here to ShadowClan," Eaglepaw complained. "I was just going to go hunting!"

"Sorry," I mumbled in reply. "I'm tired." Eaglepaw narrowed his eyes suspiciously. But I just walked away, not caring.

I collapsed in my nest, but found it hard to fall asleep then. I lay awake, knowing that I was exhausted, but unable to sleep.

"Sleep, Dirtpaw, you'll need the rest."

Oddly enough, whoever said that made me fall asleep in an instant.

I walked through the woods, which I realized was ThunderClan territory. I didn't panic though, I didn't even look warily around for patrols. I was cautious, though, and the twoleg scent that had been on the island surrounded me.

It was then that I noticed I had companions. On my right was Streampaw and a brown tabby tom, his fur touching Streampaw's, a look of reassurance on her face. On my left, I recognized Goldenpaw, her tail entwined with mine. She smiled up at me, looking worried but happy. Next to her was Blackpaw, a calico she-cat I didn't know next to him, he was reassuring her about something. I strained my ears to hear.

"They'll be fine," Blackpaw murmured to her, entwining their tails. "Appletail promised to take care of them."

"I know," the calico replied. "But still, if we don't come back…"

"We will," Blackpaw said, looking at her with a loving gaze. "I promise, I'll make sure you come back here."

"I know," the she-cat whispered. "I know."

I felt a twinge of jealousy. I could tell that Blackpaw and the calico loved each other, the kind of love that would make them travel miles to find each other.

Will I ever feel that way?

"Wake up!" I blinked, looking up at Eaglepaw, who was leaning over me. "Hawktree wants you, now!"

"I'm going," I told him, standing up, and walking into the bright clearing, cringing away from the light.

"Dirtpaw, good, this cat seems to know you," my mentor called, flicking his tail to a midnight-black cat.

I gasped, looking at the cat. "Blackpaw, what are you doing here?"

Blackpaw shifted uneasily on his paws. "I found something out."

I looked at him, a question reflecting in my eyes. He nodded.

"I'll handle it," I told Hawktree. "I'll be back soon." I flicked my tail to Blackpaw motioning for him to follow me.

After we were a suitable distance away, Blackpaw started speaking. "I found out about the she-cat. She was Moldstar's mate and he murdered her. Grayfur tricked him into telling. It was like he knew I needed to know."

I blinked. "Alright," I said, trying to remain calm. "We need to tell Streampaw."

Blackpaw nodded attentively.

"We should all try and meet at the Gathering."

"Right, I'll be there. I can't really pass the message on to Streampaw, though."

"We'll hope, I guess."

"Alright," Blackpaw nodded. "I need to go; I'm supposed to be hunting."

"Bye," I called as the ShadowClan tom ran off.

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