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    ωє'νє тяιєd ѕσ нαяd тσ υиdєяѕтαиd, вυт ωє ¢αи'т.
    ωє нєld тнє ωσяld συт ιи συя нαиdѕ αиd уσυ яαи αωαу.


    Blossomstream padded towards the Hawkclan camp, vividly remembering the last time she was here. Birchclan versus Hawkclan; Reedheart dead beneath her... The ex-Birchclan cat shook her head to rid herself of the memories and continued. She glanced towards Sootpaw, the apprentice who had once promised to speak to Reedheart for her when he visited Starclan. Guess he couldn't fulfill that promise now with all the changes Runningstar made.


    cαυѕє αll ωє киσω ιѕ fαllιиg, ιт fαllѕ.
    яємємвєя, cαυѕє ι киσω тнαт ωє ωσи'т fσяgєт αт αll.

    Whitetail was out on a hunting trip with her son, Brokenpaw, that day; discussing about a certain mission she had sent her son on. But, they were soon inturupted by a noise coming from the bushes. Whitetail and Brokenpaw positioned themselves for attack.
    "It smells like BirchClan, mum." the black and white apprentice told Whitetail softly. The white deputy nodded, unleashing her claws. "Come out, BirchClanner!" she growled loudly, narrowing her eyes into tiny blue slits.

    Blosomstream jumped slightly and she crept towards the Hawkclanners. "Ex-Birchclanners actually," she mewed softly, withering slightly underneath the deputys gaze.

    "Why are you here, then?" Whitetail growled in questioning, both her and her son not taking their gazes off of Blossomstream for a second.

    HawkTalon leaps from a tree and looks at the Ex-Birchclanner and narrows her dark green eyes "What are you doing here then?" Voice a bit sharp and not kindly.

    Blossomstream glanced at the medicine cat apprentice with her. She didn't really know why they were here, she just kind of followed him. "Er...We cameto tell... warn you that Birchclan has turned Anticlan."

    The slender, short-haired gray tom padded beside the she-cat; the warrior of whom had gained his utmost respect and gratitude as she'd followed him out of Birchclan. Though, unlike Blossomstream, the medicine cat apprentice had been banished by the leader.
    She's a fool, he thought angrily, echoing his earlier words. To believe in our ancestors is to continue our belief in Starclan. To steal kits is to kill a clan. To use them as slaves is to hurt them nonetheless. I know for a fact I would rather take the bite of a claw against my pelt than to be enslaved for the length of my life.
    The weary tom sighed, pushing such thoughts away. He needed to focus now that they were on Hawkclan territory, the very territory they'd been spilling blood on a sunrise or two before. It's a shame, in fact, that it has come to this, but the tom had always knew in his heart that Runningstar was out of her mind. The recent change of Birchclan proved his theory to be so.
    His thoughts turned from the clan to Juneflower, his lovely mentor. Not only had he failed his duty just before he received his name, he betrayed her truth; the clan. Fawnpaw. Lostember. Dappleleaf. Mistyfoot. The very thoughts of them made his heart ache. Too late, he reminded himself, we are here.
    And the pair was.
    Out from the undergrowth appeared to hostile Hawkclan cats, one a small black-and-white tom and the other a fierce white she-warrior. He immediately recognized her from the stories... Whitetail, a Hawkclan deputy. He shuddered, but kept his green gaze defiantly on them. He would not turn back now!
    Even so, he remained silent as the two warrior exchanged their words.

    Whitetail blinked, shrugging her shoulders. "That's okay. If they wanna turn anti-clan and go to hell, okay. We really don't give a crap." she told them simply, the tip of her tail beginning to flick back and fro with annoyance. "Now if that's all you wanted to tell us, thanks for the usless information. You can leave now."

    Nods in agreement "And if we ever see you in our territory again we will attack you unlike today." HawkTalons voice was calm but not kind or soft.

    "No!" Sootpaw blurted out. He refused to leave! The grey cat suddenly shook with fervor and desperation. He was no Blossomstream and he couldn't go about, wandering the land like a loner.

    HawkTalon flicked her tail "So..you dont know where to go, do you?" her eyes show a bit understanding but she still needed them to leave for her clan even when she didnt want them to go out into the forest alone.

    "I am sorry, Blossomstream," the to said, turning his jade eyes to her face for only the briefest of moments before turning to the three Hawkclan cats before them. Sootpaw, though it pained his pride and being, heard his meow break as he said, "I can't go. I have nowhere to go! I can't fight and I hardly can hunt, but I am good with herbs; I know the herbs very well and I was to be medicine cat for Birchclan before my banishment. I have to stay. C-can I stay?"

    Blossomstream listened to Sootpaw then turned her head slightly back towards her crumbling home. Im sorry mother. she thought briefly before mewing, "I would like to stay as well." As of now, Sootpaw was her only hope to contact Reedheart.

    Hawktalon sheathes her talon like claws and eyes show understanding "When I was a kit I aways use to run away because people always spread rumors about me..." hawktalon sighs thinking how she still feels unwanted to everyone "This is crazy but...I will ask the leader if you can stay..." Green eyes then looks down at my paws.

    "This is all very touching but, I don't think y'all can join." Whitetail growled. "It hasn't even been a moon since BirchClan attacked us. You all could be spies, giving us false information about your clan! I'm no fool, BirchClanners!"

    Sootpaw didn't bother to mask his surprise, or the wave of gratitude he felt toward the warrior. "Thank you, Blossomstream," he meowed quietly, knowing he'd be thankful even when they faced rejection.
    Then, to Hawktalon, the medicine cat said, "You would? I would appreciate that, very much so. Please." He was speaking gibberish now, but his relief was apparent. Then Whitetail spoke, crushing every happy thought he'd grasped to in that moment.
    "I do not lie," he said, his low voice suddenly threatening, his moods swinging wildly due to fatigue and the unfolding events he keeps facing. "I swear upon Starclan and my warrior ancestors whether they hunt in these skies or not."

    Blossomstream trembled and tears sprang to her eyes. "Please let us stay! I'll do anything, clean the dens... You can have a warrior follow me anywhere, I don't care! I can't live without Starclan."

    Doesnt meet anyones eyes to confused to do anything unsheathes claws there long sharp and curved like talons and taps them on ground thinking of many things.