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remember how we reached that dream together

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Barely a moon after winning back their home, StoneClan was starting to feel comfortable again. There was still a tense unease settled over the Clan, but they were beginning to relax. Border patrols were large and often in the hopes of preventing another unprovoked attack.

Wolfclaw moved at an uneven pace, the wound in his right hindleg rendering the limb partially useless. It was acquired in the battle for their home, and was taking time to heal. Still, he pressed on, even against the advice of their young medicine cat. He couldn't bring himself to sit idly by while his Clan went about their business.

With a glance over his shoulder and a flick of his tail, the deputy led his patrol toward the LightningClan border. He had been trying to mix up patrols recently, to give every able cat equal responsibility, while others recovered from the recent battle. Today, he had pulled a trusted senior warrior, Rippedear, as well as Sheerfrost, a possibly overzealous but loyal warrior. Rounding out their quartet was Cricketleap, the young warrior who never seemed to run out of energy.

While he was confident that most of his chosen patrol would run smoothly, he quietly hoped he hadn't made a poor choice when asking Cricketleap to join them. Hopefully, the younger warrior would make it there and back with her tongue still in her mouth.

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It felt amazing to be home. Back on the land she had always known. Lightningclan and Riverclan had had no right to run them out. Not out of the territory that was their right. Well, now they were back, and they had the scars to prove it. Sheerfrost hadn't been injured too badly and most of her injuries had healed. But there was one gash that still persisted on her right fore leg. It was annoying, but healing well. As long as she kept it clean, it should be fine. And it didn't cause her to limp too badly.

The cream tabby limped up behind her deputy, looking out over the border. Across laid Lightningclan. She never really particularly cared for them, and now she had even more venom in her for them. She hated that clan. She shouldn't since she knew they had just as much right as they to their land. But they chased her and her clan out of their home. And she hated them. If they came across a Lightningclan cat today, Sheerfrost would no hesitate to take them down.

Aqua eyes scanned the border then turned to the cats with her. Her deputy, Wolfclaw, she didn't know very well. She looked up to him though, and her sensitive ears always turned when he spoke. He was the future leader after all. Rippedear was a respected senior warrior and a strong fighter. But Cricketleap.... did that girl ever shut her mouth? You would think a cats tongue would simply fall off after all that talking. The she-cat sighed and looked back forward, waiting for Wolfclaw's order.

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r i p p e d e a r

senior warrior, stoneclan

Rippedear flicked his ears in annoyance at the dull ache that lingered in his dead. The fight to reclaim their home only encouraged his hatred of LightningClan, but it did bring his dear friend Thornstrike back into his life. He had that going for him, he supposed.

The battle has cost him his other ear. Now, both were ragged and torn, and he wondered briefly if he should approach Hawkstar and ask for an "s" to be tacked onto his name to match both of his ripped ears. He growled softly, looking around the territory that was finally his again.

"If I never see another LightningClan fox-dung, it won't be soon enough," he spat, pausing his walk to lick a scratch on his flank. "Those fleabags deserve more than we could ever give them." He turned to Wolfclaw, Sheerfrost, and Cricketleap. The battle had enraged him, yes, but it had also soothed his heart some. He took the cold that settled upon him in the mountains and unleashed its frozen fury in the battle, and he had thawed. He began to realize how much he had missed and determined to at least be communicative with his Clanmates, knowing that the silent exterior he had used was now completely destroyed.

"I hope you all are healing well," he mewed, taking car to notice the wounds that plagued Wolfclaw and Sheerfrost. He wasn't sure how bad Cricketleap's injuries were, but if the rest of the Clan was indication, there was at least something on the she-cat's body that came from the battle.