A/N: The reviews for last chapter have been enlightening in regard to 'how to get mouse bile'.

AliCat: Why, thank you for loving my story!

Swirlspot: Ah, ok... I get it now... :D Just seeing if you knew it as well... (Jk I had no idea)I try to make my chapters longer, but I get impatient at times. I usually toy with story ideas in my head, then the perfect ending will surface and I think; I GOTTA GET A STORY FOR THIS!
But the thing is, it's always the ending. So I gotta build a beginning, the a middle. I think this story will hit around 40 chapters, 30 at least, then I may or may not start on the sequel. I haven't decided who the sequel is even going to be about, or the plot line, or anything.
Meh... :( Ah, well... That's even if I decide to write a sequel anyways...

FerncloudLover: Yeah, that's what Swirlspot said too... Thank you!

Thanks to all who R&R'd!

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Icestrike flipped a leaf over absentmindedly with his tail, staring at the flower in front of him as it blew gently in the breeze.

Would she really say yes? I know she likes me, and has so far continued being my friend despite the BloodClan issue, but mates?...

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Tawnypelt absentmindedly bit into the mouse in front of her, chewing and swallowing the raw meat without tasting it.

Does he even really like me, more than a friend? Now that we're warriors, we could become mates! But does he want to?...

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Birdpaw followed close behind Cinderpelt as they climbed towards the Moonstone. Barkface was walking beside Cinderpelt, and Barkface's apprentice, Cliffpaw, wandered a distance behind the three.

Birdpaw's thoughts wandered as she tuned out the two elder medecine cats ahead of her. I bet Icestrike and Tawnypelt will be mated soon. I mean, anycat can easily tell that they're in love. I wonder if they know it? But who do I like? Not Frogspot, he's a fur-brain, most of the warriors already have mates, besides, they're all almost older than me... the other 'paws are almost too young... and it's not like I could have anycat at all, being a medecine cat...

"Ooof!" Birdpaw was broken from her thoughts when she tripped over a rock. Fur heating up, she scrambled to her paws, trying to ignore the stares the other cats gave her.

"You okay?" Dapplepaw, the RiverClan medecine cat apprentice asked, her grey-and-black spotted pelt shining from the moonlight.

"Uh, yeah. Sure, I'm fine." Birdpaw muttered, flattening her ears to her head.

Cliffpaw grinned at Dapplepaw. "Hey, Dapp!"

"Don't call me that, Cliffpaw!" Dapplepaw gritted out, glaring at the WindClan apprentice.

"Sorry, I was just trying to be friendly!" Cliffpaw stuck his tail straight into the air, pretending to be offended.

"Well, don't." Dapplepaw turned her back on him, joining Birdpaw. "So, how's clan life?"

"It's good." Birdpaw meowed, not wanting to talk right then.

"Great. We just got some new warriors!"

Birdpaw sighed. "Same here."

"So." Dapplepaw waited, expecting Birdpaw to answer. "So, what?"

"So! See any good-looking toms recently?" Dapplepaw lowered her voice, eyes twinkling.

"What! We can't have mates and you know it!" Birdpaw looked at Dapplepaw with suprise.

Leaping over a stick, Dapplepaw laughed. "Just because we can't eat without feeding our clan first doens't mean we can't look!"

Birdpaw laughed. "I guess so!"

The two female apprentices giggled and whispered planning to check out the toms that would be at the Gathering that next half-moon.

TIME PASSES:

Flowerfur and Bugpaw, the ShadowClan medecine cats, sat beside the WindClan medecine cats as they surrounded the Moonstone.

"Ready?" Cinderpelt whispered to Birdpaw, who was staring at the large shining stone. "Of course. This isn't my first time, you know."

Cinderpelt nodded, curling up on the stone cold floor and touching her nose to the stone.

Birdpaw followed suit, noting Dapplepaw doing the same.

Birdpaw gasped as the cold seeped through her black coat, but the cold quickly dispersed, leaving her standing in a warm meadow.

Starry cats crept close to her, their eyes shining.

"Birdpaw, welcome."

Birdpaw nodded her head, slipping amongst the ranks of the starry cats. "Any news, StarClan?" She asked softly, brushing against a red tom.

"Yes. Much news."

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Dawnfeather watched Icestrike and Tawnypelt slip through the bramble tunnel, tails intertwined.

"Hey, Mudpelt, do you think he's going to ask her?" Dawnfeather turned to her mate, who had just come back from a hunting patrol.

"Probably." Mudpelt stretched his legs, laying on his side in the sun. "But it'd be best if they didn't have any kits until after the battle with BloodClan. Again."

Dawnfeather nuzzled her mate. "I'm sorry. I should never had come here in the first place though. Then Scourge would not have come."

Mudpelt sat up, whiskers twitching. "No. It's not your fault. Scourge would have come back anyway. We need the warriors anyway. And I need you, my dream."

They wrapped their tails together, watching the cats bustle about camp for a moment longer before standing. "We should help." Dawnfeather said, uneasy from the glares cats gave them.

"Let's."

The two split up, Mudpelt going to help with the brambles and Dawnfeather going to help plaster mud between the cracks of the brambles to help make it more solid.

Following Frostfur, Brackenfur, and Lightpaw, along with Lightpaw's mentor, Browntail, the five cats walked down to the stream bank, scooping up mud with their paws and plopping it onto each other's backs and sides.

Loaded down with the mud, it took the cats longer to go back then to go to the stream. Once they reached the camp, they plastered the mud in-betwee the cracks, then moved on, allowing more cats to put more brambles over the mud.

As the mud dried, the brambles became fastened solidly into each other. Even if a cat had tough enough skin to break through the brambles, they would be met by a solid, hardened mud wall.

It was evening by the time the cats had finished with the outer walls of the camp, and each mud-carrying cat swam in the stream to wash the majority of the mud off.

"Ew!" Squealed Lightpaw. "It's cold! And I don't like the water!"

"Come on, Lightpaw, you'll be fine. I'm right here." Browntail said, gently easing himself into the gentle current.

"Cold... cold... cold!" Lightpaw whispered to herself, wincing as each paw went into the water.

"I don't like this!" She hissed, quickly dunking herself before racing onto the bank. "I think this is good. I'm going back."

Frostfur said, joining Lightpaw on the stream's edge. "I'll go with you." Dawnfeather said. "I'll wait here."

Brackenfur and Browntail said at the same time. They looked at each other, then Brackenfur swam over to Browntail. "Someone's gotta keep a eye on her..." He whispered.

Both toms heaved themselves from the stream walking stoically behind the females.

Dawnfeather sighed. Will I ever live this down?

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A/N: I was browsing through the Warriors wiki, when I found something: There was already a Dawnfeather!

O.O

I HAD NO IDEA!

She's a pale orange she-cat, with a white belly, white paws, and pale blue eyes.

She's also from the novella Goosefeather's Curse and is a queen.

But seriously... I just randomly made up that name! I liked the 'feather' in the cat names, so I picked Dawn as a beginning for it and made Dawnfeather! WOW!

Coinkydinks?! I think not! Maybe my Dawnfeather is the old Dawnfeather's reincarnation!

Maybe I could put that in my story... Naw!