A/N: YAY! The ban has been lifted, I'm free! :D

Ok, so it's not that dramatic. Or is it? *Suspensful music* Dun dun duh!

Anyhoo, I AM SO FREAKING GLAD I CAN WRITE AGAIN! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
I have so much to write... :D

Dawnfeather blinked her eyes open slowly, yawning. A heavy warmth against her back made her freeze, and she turned her head to see Mudpelt's back pressed against hers.

Her fur warmed, and she quietly tapped Mudpelt's shoulder with her tail. "Mudpelt! Get up!" She whispered, watching his blue eyes open.

"Hmmm?" Mudpelt slowly stood, looking around the warriors' den. "Oh... Dawn... Oh!" He quickly stepped out of the mossy bed, looking embarassed.

"Um, sleep good?" He asked, licking stray pieces of moss off his chocolate-colored pelt. "Yeah..." Dawnfeather shook, exiting the den and heading for the fresh-kill pile.

Frogpaw and Tawnypaw were hunched over it, picking through the prey and whispering. "There's nothing wrong with that!" Tawnypaw hissed, flattening her ears as she gazed at Frogpaw. "Yeah huh!" He snarked back, then skittered away when he saw Dawnfeather coming.

"What was that about?" Dawnfeather asked carefully, looking at the apprentice out of the corner of her eyes.

"Oh, nothing. Except Frogpaw being mouse-brained." Tawnypaw grabbed a vole and a bird, carrying them both over to where Icepaw was sitting.

"They make a good pair." Dawnfeather jumped. Mudpelt chuckled, brushing against her as he grabbed a mouse. "Yeah. I guess so." Dawnfeather said, sighing. "They grow up so fast..."

"Dawnfeather, I was wondering..." Mudpelt trailed off, and Dawnfeather looked at him expectantly. "Yes?..." Mudpelt scuffed his paw in the dirt. "Well, I was wondering... would you like to-"

He was interrupted by Dustpelt butting his way directly through the pair of cats. "Out of the way, BloodClanner!"

Mudpelt hissed fiercely, fur bristling as he stood, but Dawnfeather nuzzled him. "Let it go, Mudpelt. It's nothing that I can't handle."

She picked up her meal and walked away to sit near the queens.

Mudpelt watched after her, love and pity welling up in his eyes. "Only a fox-dung would like a BloodClanner!" Dustpelt stormed past, his tail hitting Mudpelt's face.

A snarl followed Dustpelt.

Dawnfeather ripped her mouse open, listening to the queens talk. Their voices suddenly lowered, then two of them walked away, leaving Sandstorm, Brightheart, and Flamelight.

The queens looked at each other sadly. "Dawnfeather, we just want you to know that just because you used to be mates with Scourge, doesn't mean we don't like you anymore." Brightheart sad, placing her furry tail around Dawnfeather's shoulders.

"Thanks. But it's fine."

"No. We can't have Clanners hating their own Clanmates simply because of something that happened in the past." Sandstorm said firmly, whipping her tail against the ground.

Flamelight stood. "I used to be a rouge that ran with BloodClan." She ignored Sandstorm and Brightheart's wide eyes. "I've never told anyone this before because I knew that this would probably happen. But Dawnfeather, I just can't stand here and let my Clanmate get insulted and despised for something that I was involved in as well. If you are disliked for running with BloodClan in the past, then I am going to be to! And StarClan be mousebrained if I'm deserting my friend!"

Tears welled up in Dawnfeather's eyes. "Oh, Flamelight, you don't have to! Not for me you don't!"

The queens gathered around the sobbing she-cat. "It's okay." They comforted.

Birdpaw gingerly stepped into the medecine cat den, tiptoeing over to the pile of herbs she had been working on sorting the day before.

I'm light... as a feather... I'm light... as a feather..." *CRUNCH!*

Birdpaw froze. A cracked stick lay under her paw, and she mentally fumed, wondering why a stick was in the normally spotless medecine den.

"Birdpaw? Is that you?" Cinderpelt called, her waving tail poking out from behind a stack of herbs.

Sighing, Birdpaw padded over to her mentor. "Yes. What is it?"

"I need you to get me some more poppy seeds. We seem to be running low." Cinderpelt meowed, not looking up from her work.

"Okay." As Birdpaw began to walk towards the den entrance, Cinderpelt called out, "And one more thing: if you're planning on sneaking past ol' Cinders over here, try watching where you're going next time."

Birdpaw grinned, running through the thorn tunnel and into the shady forest.

A/N: Ah, that last scene was fun to write! XD XD

Hope you've all enjoyed!