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    Jetpaw hid in a bush nearby the RiverClan stream. She waited for Sleetpaw to come by. He didn't know she was coming, and she wanted to surprise him. She looked up at the sky. The sun was falling behind the horizon, the moon already coming out. Perfect!

    Sleetpaw froze, scenting the air. The muscular tom was fond of late night walks alone, and everyone knew he went on them regularly - many of the apprentices complained that he should be called 'Owlpaw,' waking them up when he got back in the late night. No one ever questioned him - he'd gone out nightly ever since his shoulder would let him and everyone knew he did so to strengthen it up. It'd become habit, and he had no problem walking past the guards at night, as he was never looked at suspiciously.

    Jetpaw spotted Sleetpaw from the other side of the river. She silently used her powers to create a small wave that splashed all over him. The blue crystals in hazel eyes twinkled as she purred in amusement.

    Sleetpaw jumped and turned, shaking his drenched blue tortoiseshell pointed coat. He spotted the she-cat and smiled. No patrols were out this late and everyone was accounted for in camp. "Jetpaw!" He greeted happily.

    Jetpaw walked out from her hiding spot and swam gracefully across the river. She smiled when she came to the other side. "Hey, Sleetpaw! Enjoy the rain?"

    "Yeah, until it makes my shoulder ache," he said, nosing her in greeting. "And you? Having fun with it?"

    Jetpaw licked his cheek as a reply. "Absolutely!" She meowed with a hint of sarcasm. Her forehead marking glowed as she made her black fur dry once again, along with removing the water from Sleetpaw's pelt, too.

    He blushed and flicked an ear. "Thanks," he mewed, shaking his now-dry fur.

    He sat down beside her. "I didn't realize you'd be coming!" he said happily. "You know it isn't safe... You're lucky I go out for walks every night!" He cuffed her lightly, smiling.

    Jetpaw ducked out of his reach. "Don't worry, I'm careful! Nobody can catch me; I'm as stealthy as the night itself!"

    "That fur helps," Sleetpaw observed, poking her softly before licking her head. "So any news on that prophecy?"

    Jetpaw's eyes shone. Her pelt bristled with anticipation. "Me and Razorpaw's Warrior assessment, that's what! If we pass, we get our Warrior names! When do you think your assessment is going to be?"

    Sleetpaw's eyes glittered with pride for a moment, then fell. "Oh. Um... Well... I had a major set-back after the whole shoulder thing... So I don't think I'll be made a warrior for some time."

    Jetpaw laid a comforting tail on his back. "Don't give up hope. You'll become a Warrior eventually." She gave him a small, sad smile.

    "But I won't be one with every other apprentice my age," he told her quietly. "I don't know... I just don't want to be the oldest apprentice there when there are warriors my age. And... I'm afraid it might get in our way..."