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Crookedstar wouldn't even look at her. Ever since leaving Highstones, Crookedstar hadn't said a word to anyone. It was making Morningpaw more than a little nervous. There was a big chance that Crookedstar would change his mind and exile Morningpaw from the Clan but a bigger part reassured her that Crookedstar would be a fool to get rid of a cat that could foretell the future.

Whiteclaw and Silverstream shot Morningpaw curious looks from time to time, but with Crookedstar stating that nothing that was said or done inside the cave should ever be spoken, they hadn't inquired about it.

Shadepaw was dragging up the rear, looking beyond jealous, Morningpaw could feel the intense glare practically burning through her sleek orange pelt. It was annoying but Morningpaw had other things to deal with besides another apprentice's petty envy.

Crookedstar by now must be thinking of ways on how to use Morningpaw's future insight and how he can apply that to current events going on in RiverClan. It would be something Morningpaw would have done in her past life, as she has been doing in fact. Just how Crookedstar wanted to go about this is currently unknown to the flame-pelted she-cat apprentice.

Though Morningpaw's contact had been limited in her past life with being apart of ThunderClan. The only things she could recall were those that centered around Graystripe, Tigerclaw and the constant battles over Sunningrocks.

Morningpaw side-eyed Silverstream, the gorgeous silver-and-black tabby she-cat who's fate ended with tragedy, someone who has now become her closest friend. Could Morningpaw truly allow things to play out as they had in her former life. Could Morningpaw really allow Silverstream to sacrifice her life in exchange for a short lived romance with Graystripe and the lives of kits that she never got to mother and get to know? Was it even possible to keep them apart?

Then there was Tigerclaw who could be doing who knows what, probably plotting on how to become deputy and take out Bluestar. Something Morningpaw should be planning to prevent but was currently unable to physically do so.

So lost in thought Morningpaw didn't hear Crookedstar's first warning or notice how her Clanmates began racing towards the hedges. Morningpaw stood in confusion for a moment until

she registered the mad barking of a dog but by the time she realized it was nearly too late to run.

It was a large brown and black mixed dog and it has its sights set on Morningpaw. The flame-pelted RiverClan apprentice let out a hiss of warning as her claws slide out, preparing for a tough fight, one she was unsure if her Clanmates would be able to reach her in time. But suddenly a dark gray blur came streaking from the left side and plowed into the side of the dog's face, scratching at it's eyes.

The dog yelped in both surprise and pain and turned tail, whimpering away. Morningpaw herself was surprised at what just happened, completely blinded by the sudden save. Though most shockingly Morningpaw's jade green gaze fell on Shadepaw, the other RiverClan apprentice's sides was heaving, her eyes stretched wide as though she couldn't comprehend her own actions, then she noticed Morningpaw staring at her and quickly Morningpaw's arch rival cooled her features.

"How minnow-brained do you have to be not to run when your leader tells you to!" Shadepaw mocked, but underneath that mockery was something that Morningpaw recognized as concern.

Morningpaw didn't get a chance to reply as she was instantly being crowded by her friends and leader.

"Are you alright?" Crookedstar demanded, and the concern in her leader's voice calmed Morningpaw down more so than anything. Even after learning Morningpaw's secret he could still be concerned for her safety. Perhaps being attacked wasn't such a bad thing.

"I'm fine." Morningpaw replied, relieving everyone of their worry. "Shadepaw managed to save me in time."

Shadepaw visibly startled as Morningpaw credited her for chasing off the dog. Not only that, but also with Morningpaw admitting that Shadepaw had saved her from the dog.

"I have to admit that it was impressive." Crookedstar meowed, truly sounding impressed. "You saved one of your Clanmates today. Putting yourself in danger for them at the risk of your own safety. Only a true warrior would do something like that."

Shadepaw preens at her leader's praise. It's certainly a feat to be proud of. Not many cats are brave enough to attack a dog, and certainly not by themself. Morningpaw could give Shadepaw this one, resigning to the endless gloating that she'd hear from Shadepaw for the next moon.

Whiteclaw seemed to be thinking along the same lines. "She's going to be insufferable."

Silverstream instantly chided the muscular dark brown tom, "if it hadn't been for Shadepaw then it would have likely been a different outcome for Morningpaw. Let's let her be for now."

Whiteclaw sheepishly nodded, before turning his concerned amber eyes on Morningpaw once again. "You really are fine, right?"

Morningpaw purred at her best friend's concern, finding Whiteclaw's concern and protective nature endearing, she couldn't have asked for a better friend. "Of course, Whiteclaw. The dog never even touched me."

"I should have been the one to save you." Whiteclaw said dejectedly. "I never should have left your side."

Morningpaw gave the warrior a quick lick on the ear in comfort. "I'm the one who should have been paying attention. Don't worry about it, what happened is in the past and nothing has happened."

The flame-pelted apprentice's words seemed to pacify the snowy-white pawed warrior, and he seemed to perk up as Morningpaw pressed up against him as they resumed walking.

"Well it's a good thing that Morningpaw isn't injured. Mudfur won't have to make good on his threat about moving her into the medicine cats den this time." Silverstream meowed, causing sounds of amusement to go around the group at the expense of Morningpaw's embarrassment. Yes, that's one good thing at least.

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"Shadepaw risked her life to save Morningpaw yesterday from a dog. Showing a real act of courage and comradeship befitting a warrior. Stonefur has assured me of your complete progress of your apprenticeship. And I see no reason not to believe him. From this moment on, you shall be known as Shadepelt."

"Shadepelt!"

"Shadepelt! Shadepelt! Shadepelt!"

"Shadepelt!"

Morningpaw watched as the newly named Shadepelt was crowded by her Clanmates, being congratulated on becoming a warrior. The very dark gray she-cat was lapping up the attention and gloating about her own achievements to her congratulating Clanmate's.

Morningpaw had a sense of deja vu as her warrior ceremony seemed to resemble Whiteclaw's. After all it was because they had saved Morningpaw that they became warriors.

"It's going to be a pain in the tail to have to sleep in the same den with her again." Whiteclaw complained beside Morningpaw, only loud enough for the flame-pelted she-cat to hear.

"I don't pity you." Morningpaw purred back. "I'm going to enjoy the peace and quiet in the apprentice's den now with her gone."

"I'll be sure to keep her off your back when she tries to boss you around." Silverstream meowed as she came to join the duo, making them now a trio. "Though I'm sure that the older senior warriors will put her in her place quickly enough."

"One of the downsides." Morningpaw sighed, gaining muffled sounds of amusement from both her friends.

"It won't be long until you're a warrior." Silverstream reassured, nudging Morningpaw's shoulder. "I'm sure that Whiteclaw will even enjoy sharing his nest with you."

Morningpaw tilted her head in confusion, wondering if there was a shortage of nests or space in the warriors den. Whiteclaw seemed overly embarrassed by Silverstream's statement as he took a halfhearted swipe at the silver-and-black tabby she-cat, who easily stepped out of range with amusement twinkling in her blue eyes.

"I wouldn't be opposed to it." Morningpaw shrugged, though quickly recalled the way that the dark brown tom liked to wiggle around the nest like a worm in his sleep. "So long as he doesn't accidentally squash me in his sleep."

While Whiteclaw's chest fur puffed up in embarrassment, there was still a glow of elation in his eyes at Morningpaw's perfunctory response. It was endearing to Morningpaw how easily she made her best friend happy by simply agreeing to share a nest. Perhaps Whiteclaw gets lonely being in a nest all on his own. Although she doesn't recall the snowy-white pawed warrior acting like this when he was an apprentice. Maybe a cat just changes when they grow up and become warriors. Morningpaw knew that she had changed often back in her old life.

"We should go hunting together!" Whiteclaw suggested, looking at Morningpaw hopefully. Morningpaw almost found it funny the way he got nervous all of a sudden, as though Morningpaw was going to reject the offer. As if she ever would.

"Of course I will hunt with you." Morningpaw meowed. The flame-pelted apprentice loved spending time with her best friend after all.

"Well I hope you both have fun." Silverstream meowed, sounding amused for some reason as she stared back and forth between Morningpaw and Whiteclaw. "I'm going to go see if I can join Oakheart on his boarder patrol near Sunningrocks." Then the RiverClan leaders daughter stood up and left Whiteclaw and Morningpaw by themselves.

"I didn't know she willingly went on border patrols." Whiteclaw mused aloud.

Morningpaw nodded. "Perhaps she likes laying on the rocks while she's over there."

Whiteclaw made a sound of agreement as he gestured Morningpaw to follow him out of camp. Both walked together in an odd silence, though not for Morningpaw trying to start a conversation but getting no real response from Whiteclaw who seemed deep in thought.

When they reached the river, Morningpaw gave up on trying to speak with him and happily padded towards the edge of the riverbank. And like Mistyfoot has drilled into her, she leaned her upper body away from the surface to avoid casting a shadow and alerting the fish and as one came swimming along she hooked a claw into the water and scooped out a nice looking silver tailed fish and as it flopped on the riverbank, the flame-pelted apprentice jumped on it's floundering form and swiftly killed it with a bite to the head. Morningpaw had caught two more fishes by the time that Whiteclaw came to join her. Though he remained silent and Morningpaw didn't want to disturb the dark brown warriors' train of thought.

The hunting trip was turning out to be more one-sided with Morningpaw being the one hunting and Whiteclaw just sitting and watching her quietly. It was out of the ordinary but not unpleasant. That is until Whiteclaw began to speak.

"Did you actually mean it?" Whiteclaw meowed, taking Morningpaw off guard and causing a fish to slip out of her grasp and back into the river.

"What?" Morningpaw asked, confused by the sudden inquiry.

Whiteclaw harshly ran a paw over his ears, a typical sign that the tom was struggling with something. "You know…agreeing to share a nest with me."

"Oh." Morningpaw blinked owlishly as she thought back to just moments ago. She certainly wasn't opposed to the idea. There was certainly a worse cat to share a nest with. Like Shadepelt. "I wouldn't mind."

There was that look of happiness again. Clearly Whiteclaw really wanted to share a nest and was just trying to confirm that Morningpaw would be fine with it. It was so considerate of him.

Whiteclaw nodded as he took up position beside the small RiverClan apprentice and easily caught a fish that was twice Morningpaw's size. It always astounded the flame-pelted she-cat just how magnificent watching a RiverClan fish really was. They did it so gracefully and quickly and sometimes Morningpaw surprised herself by watching herself hunt from her reflection in the river. It was a much different lifestyle from the one she lived in ThunderClan.

"What about kits?"

Morningpaw was once again taken off guard, the question so out of nowhere and out of place that Morningpaw not only physically stilled but mentally as well. Kits. Why would Whiteclaw bring up kits all of a sudden?

Whiteclaw quickly elaborated when Morningpaw didn't answer right away. "I'm just wondering if you'd want kits in the future. I mean you don't have to have any if you don't want to but I'm just curious to know."

Morningpaw took the question seriously. It never really occurred to her till now about what her future would be like after saving the forest and stopping Tigerclaw for good. Morningpaw was going to be a RiverClan warrior up until the day she once again joined StarClan. That was a given, her loyalty rested with RiverClan regardless that she was also trying to help save ThunderClan. However this time there was no Sandstorm that stood by her side, that comforted her in her darkest of times and has followed her unquestionably, who had given her past life children that she had been so proud of. Would she ever get those things back?

"I would like to have kits one day." Morningpaw meowed absentmindedly. It hurt to think about the loss of Leafpool and Squirrelflight and the fact that she'd never see them again. Hopefully, in some way, their spirits are still with her.

Whiteclaw seemed to perk up at her response. "That's great! Because I do too! Uh, I mean, I completely support whatever decision you make." From how excited Whiteclaw was about the idea of his future kits, Morningpaw wondered if perhaps he had already chosen the name's of his future kits way ahead of actually getting around to making them.

"When you become a warrior would--" Whiteclaw wasn't able to finish as a call of his name brought their conversation to an end and instead both focused on Leopardfur and Silverstream, lugging a heavily injured Stonefur between them, even while injured themselves.

Both Whiteclaw and Morningpaw jumped to their paws and rushed over to help their injured Clanmates. Both Whiteclaw and Morningpaw taking over carrying Stonefur so that Leopardfur and Silverstream could have some relief for their injuries.

"What happened?!" Morningpaw gasped as she kept herself carefully pressed against a barely conscious Stonefur.

"Twolegs!" Leopardfur spat, surprising Morningpaw.

"So this wasn't a ThunderClan patrol that did this?" Whiteclaw said, obviously thinking something different happened.

"We ran into a group of Twolegs when we were patrolling along the river and they managed to catch Stonefur and just began hitting him!" Silverstream meowed, one of her eyes swollen shut and limping badly. "We just barely managed to grab him and run away."

Morningpaw was in disbelief. Never before had she encountered Twolegs activity in the forest beyond one hot dry newleaf when water was running low in ThunderClan. When the elders were chased away. Could those Twolegs also be the ones that had harmed Stonefur and his patrol?

"We have to get back to camp!"

Dread was all that filled Morningpaw's stomach as she helped carry her injured Clanmate back to camp. Something in the back of Morningpaw's mind told her that something worse was yet to come.

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Fun Facts:

Shadepaw has finally become Shadepelt and it's all thanks to saving Morningpaw. (Same way Whiteclaw became a warrior)

Whiteclaw is basically planning out his and Morningpaw's life and future together and Morningpaw pulling a Adrien Agreste still thinks that they're "just friends" as everyone else thinks they are keeping everything low-key.

Morningpaw actually taking a moment to reflect about her future and some of the things she lost due to the do over.

Twolegs attack!!! Poor Stonefur!!!

And I wonder what that bad feeling is that Morningpaw feels?