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Sliverstorm snapped his flaring yellow eyes to Rainsong. "I've lost everything and I thought would be able to live with those scars, but now he's back to remind me of that!" He stepped closer to Fuzzyleg's, feeling a sickening fire burn in his stomach. "What did you expected coming here anyway? That I'll welcome you with open arms and be glad you're here? A warrior should not dread on things that make them weak, and focus on fighting for what's in their clan!"

Fuzzyleg's stood there shocked at his father's spitting rage. Each word clawed at his ears, until he realized something. "You feel helpless.. When Darkmane was dying, you couldn't do anything and that's why you feel so useless."

Sliverstorm stopped his growls. After quite heartbeats he spoke more calmly. "You need to leave.. There is no place for you here.."

Fuzzyleg's turned to Rainsong with a smile. "Thanks for saving me, I'll never forget it." He padded towards the stones that peaked though the river's dark waters. Fuzzylegs slowly stepped across the rocks, and at the other bank he looked back at the two cats. He wish things were different, but in the back of his mind he knew Sliverstorm was right. What did he expect?

Sliverstorm looked at the grey blue sky, the first sign of dawn. "Come on Rainsong, we need to get back to camp."

Sliverstorm looked at Rainsong, sensing her worry. "And get caught by a ThunderClan dawn patrol? We've already gotten in enough trouble, besides he can cross it just fine." He flicked his sliver tail at her ears. "Come on, Rainsong."

Fuzzylegs began to feel tired after an entire night traveling across the clans' territories. He wanted to rest in the shade of a tree, but he can not stop until he crosses the Thunderpath. As Fuzzylegs padded to the edge of the Thunderpath, a giant monster hurled past at blistering speed. Fuzzylegs lowered himself to the ground in surprise, pelt frizzing out. After the noise of the monster died down Fuzzylegs slowly raised to his paws and held his breath.

Fuzzylegs dashed across the path, feeling the smooth slippery rock under his pads. He did stop until he dove into the bushes on Shadowclan's border. Panting and gasping for air, Fuzzylegs lied on the mushy ground. Behind the exhausted warrior another roaring monster ran by on it's black paws.

Fuzzylegs was glad that he was able to cross the path before that monster could catch him. At lest he's home, where he guess he belongs.

Jaggedpelt laid in the shade of the sharpened rock wall that surrounded the camp. Emberstar's calls rang though out the clearing and awoke him form his nap. Jaggedpelt was going to join the gathering group of cats, but another voice spoke to him.

"The new deputy is being chosen!" Jaggedpelt look up to see his brother, Stonepeak jumping down the rocks into the clearing. Stonepeak mewed excitedly again. "Who do you think will be the new deputy? I bet it's Battlesoul, he's really good at fighting!"

Jaggedpelt looked at his brother in confusion. "Why would the clan need fighting? We have no enemies, we are too small for the other clans to worry about." Jaggedpelt could sense what Stonepeak was impaling. His brother always wanted to do things fast and make his clan strong, even if it meant pushing the clan to the edge. "If you ask me, I think we need a deputy that can mange and hold our clan together. The clan needs time to grow before we do anything reckless."

Stonepeak snapped his head to Jaggedpelt, tail flicking in defense. "But the problem is that we are too small! The other clans can walk all over us and we can't do anything! We need a deputy that knows how to fight back." Stonepeak began to walk towards the clan gathering, and Jaggedpelt followed him. "Who do you think will be deputy?"

Jaggedpelt thought and sat down in the back of the group of cats. "Crowshadow is a shy she-cat, I think she would crumble under any cat's stare. She doesn't seem to show much potential. As for Shrewleg.." Jaggedpelt's mew drifted off. He didn't know the tom that well, but form what he could tell Shrewleg was a odd cat.

"Shrewleg is a strange tom. He used to have brothers, but they disappeared.. I don't really think he can be trusted." Jaggedpelt said, running out of thoughts of who else could be deputy. Stonepeak held his head up in pride and mewed. "So, I guess that means that Battlesoul will be the new deputy. I told you!"

Jaggedpelt smiled and shook his head. Even though Stonepeak can be annoying, he isn't completely moused-brain. Jaggedpelt mewed aging. "Ether way it's up to Emberstar, we'll see who he'll chose." The two toms looked up at the blazing pelted leader, waiting for the answer to their questions.

Sliverstrom stopped in his tracks. "If I didn't mean it, then I'm a traitor. RiverClan is my home, and my family. Fuzzylegs will always been in ShadowClan, that's his home." The grey warrior stepped in the shallow waters to the entrance of camp.

Sliverstrom walked onto the island that sheltered Riverclan, in the center by the willow tree was a young tom. His name was Streakfur, a recently made warrior who was standing for his vigil. His blue eyes shined though the darkness with clear emotion of questioning. Streakfur look as if he wanted to ask what Sliverstrom was doing, but the warrior padded quietly into the warrior's den.

Streakfur saw Riversong outside of camp. "What were they doing? What ever it is, I bet it was something to betray RiverClan. Sliverstorm can't be trusted." The young warrior thought, unsheathing his claws.

Fuzzylegs walked deeper into ShadowClan territory, guilt clawed at his stomach. The rising sun made the sky grow brighter and made Fuzzylegs feel even more tired. The long grass of the marsh shook, startling the exhausted tom.

A small warrior dashed out of the brush and hissed loudly. "Where have you been?! I've looked all over for you!" Fuzzylegs sighed with relief when he recognized the yowling cat as Greyclaw, he's loud, but caring friend. Greyclaw's face wrinkled in disgusted as he smelled Fuzzylegs's pelt. "You smell like fish! You went to the river didn't you?! Sliverstorm is a no good frog-brained warrior who'll never appreciate you! Why can't you see that-"

Greyclaw stopped when he saw sadness cloud Fuzzyleg's yellow eyes, and lower his head. Greyclaw mewed more quietly after a long pause. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that.. I'm just tired, I've been up all night looking for you."

Fuzzylegs mewed, his voice slightly cracking. "It's alright, I'm tired too.." He forced a warm smile to his friend. The two toms walked together back to camp to rest.

The dark waters of the river was began to flow aging after the long silence of Leaf-Bare's ice. Near the bank of the river was a tom, watching the first sigh of Green-Leaf. He thought happily while dipping his paw into the cold water. "The fish will return and my chance to prove myself will come."

A rustle of dead grass surprised the tom and he turned sharply towards the brush. "Who's there?!" He hissed, frizzing his grey tabby pelt. The sent of cat drifted to his nose, a smell that didn't belong to RiverClan. The tom unsheathed his white claws and lowered himself to the ground to prepare for a fight.

The tom hissed aging. "I-If you don't come out of there, I'll charge straight at you!" He didn't want to attack the hidden cat. Thoughts of what the intruder might look like rushed though his head. "What if it's stronger than me? What if I can't fight off this cat?" He shook his head and yowled. "I mean it! You come out right now!"

A voice mewed behind the tabby cat. "Silentpond?" A she-cat padded out of the dew covered grass, dripping the water onto her white pelt. Her name is Pebblestep, a young but, well known she-cat of RiverClan.

Pebblestep wondered why Silentpond was watching a stream, while the other cats were busily doing their daily tasks. She mewed aging, her green eyes sparking with curiosity. "What are you doing?"

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The tom turned his head upwards to the cat in the tree, and snarled at them. He hated to be wrong or to look weak. "I was going to! She'll never escape alive!" He snapped back to Sliverpool, hissing loudly. "Leave now!"

His words burned his tongue. Not in fighting spirit, but surprisingly in guilt. He didn't want to treat this she-cat like this, but if a RiverClan warrior believes she should leave, then so be it. The thoughts of attack, but with hesitation caused the tom to shiver uncontrollably. He couldn't bring himself to pounce on her, even though his mind raced with the will to fight.

The tom became confused as the RiverClan cat suddenly became friendly to the she-cat that was labeled as a treat by him. "What do you mean?! You suddenly want to know this cat after you said she'll die if she stayed any longer?! Make up your mind!" The tom's grey tabby pelt was now fully bristled and shown every sigh of rage.

He can't believe that he fell under the orders of a cat who seems to be messing with him. He wanted to swing his claws across the cat's face, but hesitation gripped him aging. He yowled in frustration, whipping around to claw his anger at a fallen log. Splinters of wood flew under his fury.

Pebblestep looked at Silentpond, feeling the she-cat's despair grow. She mewed aging. "RiverClan is a large clan, full of strong loyal cats. I bet if you try your hardest then the clan will respect you.." As much as Pebblestep wanted to relieve Silentpool with her words, she sadly didn't live a life like hers.

Everything has been given to Pebblestep, thanks to Streakpelt. He's a good friend to Pebblestep and wants to fulfill her dream to become RiverClan leader. All his efforts sadly are supporting something Pebblestep doesn't want to be anymore.. A childish dream.

Ether way, Pebblestep wants to make Silentpound happy. "Why don't we talk to your mother? You can never doubt a queen's love for her kit. I bet she's just busy, that's all. Maybe a relaxing walk with her can open up something that's bothering her?" She smiled kindly to try to cheer Silentpool up.

Pebblestep heard Runningpaw's offer to hunt and she began excited. "Yeah! We should hunt to get some of this glum feeling off our shoulders! What do you think, Silentpound?"

Pebblestep mewed after the two cats who were racing to the water. "Wait for me!" She ran to them, keeping close to their tails. Pebblestep's mouth watered with the idea of trouts and the excitement of hooking their slimy bodies in her claws.

At the pool's edge was a grey tom, dragging his paw though the water. It was Streakpelt, fishing for the large trout that dwell in the cold water. He looked sharply with keen eyes, but the pounding of paws broke his focus.

Streakpelt looked up to see the three cats charging towards him, and in the back was Pebblestep. He felt relived when he saw her white pelt, positively glowing in the sunlight. He mewed to her. "I found some fish! We could impress everyone at camp if we catch enough!"

Streakpelt didn't noticed Runningpaw's fish, but instead was busily talking to Pebblestep. "If we work together, we can fish enough prey to feed everyone! Rangerstar will surely appreciate it, you can even have my fish if that would help." His fur heated his skin, but not by the sun. Streakpelt really like helping Pebblestep.

Pebblestep seemed more reluctant and mewed. "Can't we just.. Fish for fun?" She saw a change in Streakpelt's expression. First it was confused, then thoughtful, finally he mewed. "Well, I guess. We are going to have to work hard if you want to be deputy."

Pebblestep sighed. "Oh thank you, Streakpelt. I will, just give me this time to relax." With that she eyed the dark water and looked for a fish.