Chapter 3
"And this is Sunning Rocks." Graystripe meowed. He and Dustpelt were showing the three kits the boundaries. Cinderpelt didn't come because of her twisted leg.
"So this is the border between ThunderClan and RiverClan?" Darkpaw asked.
"Yes, and when you become warriors you have to be very keen about this place. RiverClan tries to take this hunting territory more often then any other Clan tries to take other parts." Dustpelt explained.
"Hello, Graystripe," The five cats heard come from the RiverClan side of the border. It was a blue-gray she-cat. Behind her were a solid gray tom and a slender silver tabby she-cat.
"Hello, Mistyfoot," Graystripe replied.
"Come along, Squirrelpaw, Leafpaw." Dustpelt meowed as they continued. Darkpaw could tell that Dustpelt wasn't as good a friend as Graystripe was to Mistyfoot.
"So how are you? How's the prey in RiverClan?" Graystripe asked.
"We are thriving. Stromfur is turning out to be quite the hunter." Mistfoot replied.
"That's good to now. You three look healthy."
"You do too father." The tabby mewed.
"Father?" Darkpaw echoed.
Mistyfoot looked angrily at the black apprentice.
"Yes," Graystripe nodded to the gray tom and the silver tabby and meowed, "These are my kits, Stormfur and Feathertail."
"Hello," Feathertail said kindly.
"Hey Feathertail, doesn't she look like-" Stormfur started.
"I know!" Feathertail snapped, "Don't let her on."
"What?" Darkpaw asked.
The two young RiverClan warriors stared at her blankly.
"We have to head back to camp." Graystripe meowed.
"We do too. 'Bye." Feathertail mewed.
"'Bye." Graystripe said as he and Darkpaw headed back to camp.
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"What's wrong with me?" Darkpaw asked as she ate with Graystripe.
"Don't know what you're talking about." Graystripe mumbled between munches of his vole.
"Why does everyone stare at me meanly?" Darkpaw asked.
"Don't know what you're talking bout." Graystripe repeated. He picked up the remaining of his vole and headed to the warriors' den.
"Graystripe wait!" Darkpaw wanted to follow him but he was blocked by Ashfur sitting in the entrance of the den.
Darkpaw sighed and headed to her own den. As she sat in the apprentices' den she knew everyone else was staring at her angrily – as usual.
But now as she looked up she noticed two new grim faces. She looked up to see Leafpaw and Squirrelpaw glaring down at her.
Great, now my only two true friends know what is wrong with me and hate me for it. Darkpaw sighed as she went to sleep. Maybe she would feel better in the morning.