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Lionblaze slashed his tail through the air, growling. A WindClan cat had run away and another had been murdered. Who said it wasn't a badger? Maybe a squirrel had passed the border and a ThunderClan apprentice chased after it. The scent could be pure coincidence.

"They think we have something to do with this?"

Mousewhisker nodded, "Why else would they be here?"

"I don't-"

The tom's would-be speech was interrupted by Heathertail, who flicked Lionblaze with her tail and meowed, "We should probably go see what's happening, right?"

Cinderheart, who was leaning on Mousewhisker, nodded. It seemed like for a moment all of the cats were in deep thought, imagining different scenarios, none of which involved ThunderClan. Well, none of which included ThunderClan murdering a WindClan cat. What was the point? Maybe it was self-defense.

Finally, Lionblaze spoke. "You two go on ahead. I think Heathertail needs to rest for a minute. That intense ThunderClan-style fighting must've worn you out. After all, we are very strong, even Cinderheart here."

The brown she-cat rolled her eyes, but still said, "Fine. You two go ahead while I rest from that exhausting training session."

"Alright," Cinderheart said with a smile in Heathertail's direction. Then she and Mousewhisker padded off in the direction of the camp. Lionblaze couldn't help noticing how happy Cinderheart seemed with her new mate. Would he and Heathertail ever be that happy?

Heathertail…

So Lionblaze hadn't caught on yet. Heathertail, despite the initial shock of hearing why her Clanmates were here, now looked perfectly calm on the outside. But that didn't reflect in any way what the she-cat was feeling on the inside. Worry and suspicion. How had Lionblaze not caught on?

"Was it you?"

Oh… so maybe Lionblaze had caught on. He'd just waited until Mousewhisker and Cinderheart were gone. Well that was nice since he could've outed her in front of them. Was it better to just admit that she had, in fact, killed Breezepelt? Or should she play dumb?

"What do you mean?" Heathertail asked, widening her eyes. Play dumb it was.

Now it was Lionblaze's turn to roll his eyes, "The dead WindClan cat. Who was it? I bet it was just some random clanmate that got in your way when you were coming here. So you had to kill them?"

Heathertail hissed. How dare Lionblaze even think she was just a cold-blooded killer like Breezepelt. Coming here, even though she had killed a clanmate, had been wrong. Perhaps Lionblaze didn't even love her!

"I'll have you know it wasn't just some random clanmate. It was Breezepelt, and he was trying to kill me for seeing you."

Lionblaze hadn't lowered his eyes in shame yet, "What was the ThunderClan scent, then?"

How could the mousebrain not understand the whole story yet? Sure, there were some points that didn't make much sense. The ThunderClan scent could be one of them, but for Lionblaze. Heathertail had thought her maybe-mate smarter.

"You! I just… I'm just gonna say the whole story, okay?"

"Alright," Lionblaze said with doubt.

"It all happened after I got back to camp after meeting you," Heathertail explained. "Breezepelt was waiting for me. He asked me where'd I'd been and I said the dirtplace. Breezepelt said that he'd been waiting for me since sunset.

"Then, he dragged me out of the camp and said he knew I'd been seeing another tom he just didn't know who. I had to lead him to where we met, but I thought I could persuade him… Breezepelt knew your scent. He growled, 'A mangy ThunderClan tom? And one of them none the less!' I said, 'One of who?'"

Lionblaze was now listening intently to the story. He didn't interrupt once, and she never had to stop him. Heathertail was reliving the memory of that horrible last night.

"You know what he said? 'My dear old brothers. Now you'll pay.'" Heathertail shivered, wrapping her tail around herself, "Then he pounced, and clawed my face. I managed to get out of his grip, and for a second I thought I was free. But after that his claw slashed upward and hooked me in the stomach."

Heathertail was now shivering openly, reliving the memory's peak. Lionblaze padded over to Heathertail and put twined his tail with hers. She rested her head on his shoulder as she continued.

"I- I pounced on him, and started to claw him wherever I could. He backtracked but I pinned him, and killed him. But I don't know what they'll think! It was self-defense, but they'll want to whole story and you might be…"

Lionblaze sighed, "I might be kicked from the Clan, and you too? Maybe we'll have to live on our own without a single Clan. You'd think I'd have learned from Leafpool's mistakes. Maybe not."

As the two sat there, tails twined, Heathertail couldn't help thinking about what Lionblaze had said.

So many maybes.