A young Windclan warrior wait at Sunningrocks to see if she can meet a friend

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    Moonclaw looked up to meet Bluestream's angry gaze. "This cat is in trouble and needs our help," He meowed firmly before turning to Shiverstorm. "We're closer to our camp. We'll make it," He meowed continuing to walk to their camp.

    "Shiverstorm!" The yowl sounded close

    "Shiver storm!" The yowl sounded agen and stonebird came bounding up to them. " I heard a loud snap and I had to know that you wher..." " hue is that cat?" " she smells like windclan!"

    Brookspot's ear flicked in greeting, "I'm Brookspot, and yes, I'm Windclan." She confirmed.


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    "really?" Stonebird said with big eyes. " that's a nasty cut on your leg" " are you ok?"

    Brookspot shook her head slightly. "These guys think I cut it when I fell," She meowed quietly to him, tilting his head toward the others, "But I'll explain properly when it's better, or something like that." She managed a smile as she leaned on Moonclaw, comforted by his scent.

    "Alright brookspot" she said shrugging " one more thing ... Y are you in thunderclan territory?

    "Oooooookkkkkkkkkk" stonebird said slowly

    Bluestream stared at brookspot, Bluestream was going behind them a bit away, She heard that brookspot say that is was not her fault that she was hurt. Bluestream looked at her paws, The she cat did not like Brookspot, Bluestream hated all cats that was not from thunderclan. But the cats she hated most was riverclan cats.

    Stonebird preset up agents brookspot to give her extra support. Somehow she felt that this was the beginning of a great friendship

    Brookspot gave Stonebird a grateful look, then asked, "How long is it until we reach your camp?"

    "Not long at all " stonebird said. Every step she liked this windclan cat more and more

    Brookspot purred weakly. "You know," she meowed faintly, "I think I'm going to-" She was cut off as she dropped into a dead faint.