Rainfur sat some distance from camp, it being moonhigh, so much of the clan was asleep or should be. Not that Rainfur cared, his main duty, as he saw it, was to protecting and caring for his younger brother Cloudpaw whom he had just gotten back a week ago. For now Cloudpaw slept in a fallen log nearby where Rainfur could keep an eye on any movement within the darkness from other cats from his clan or other clans as well as any predators who might think his brother an easy meal. With Cloudpaw being deformed now and different from when he was a kitten, thanks to the abuse of two-legs, his brother's future was uncertain and Rainfur spent much of the week since finding his brother wondering what his brother could do when he was scarred for life. The only thing he could think of was being a medicine cat for he doubted any would take the mute scarred feline as an apprentice among the warriors and that his brother wouldn't last if he was thrown out of the clan which weighed heavily on his mind and the reason he was out at this hour of the night.
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