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Post by Fawn on Aug 10, 2016 22:51:25 GMT -5
LIONSTAR leader of treeclan Blinded by the light of a new sun Lionpaw waited at the base of the great maple, his golden eyes scanning the forest every couple of heartbeats in search of a familiar pale gray pelt.
"What's taking him so long?"
"Nothing," answered a voice from above. Lionpaw craned his neck, staring at the senior warrior in the tree, Sagefur balancing with ease.
"How did you get up there?" Determination filled every inch of him, his muscles bunching as though ready to spring to the lowest branch if he could just gather enough strength.
Sagefur made a noise between exasperation and amusement, Lionpaw winced his way back down the trunk, having snagged a claw on a gnarled protrusion. He landed on his tail on the grass, shaking the pain out of his right forepaw, scowling.
"Well I didn't get up here by trying to conquer the tree. Trust me, many cats have tried, no one's succeeded."
"Then I can be the first!" He wasn't going to let some stupid tree (no matter how big) get the best of him!
Sagefur shook his head, this time there was no confusing the noise he made. It was obviously a sigh. "You're not listening, Lionpaw. Why do you have to be the best at everything? I bet you'd climb the tree easier if all you wanted was a nice view of the forest, not to show it whose in charge."
It was a terribly hard mindset to get out of. Lionpaw felt his competitive spirit raging, thirsty to prove himself, but maybe Sagefur had a point. He didn't have to be the best, he just wanted to be. His father was TreeClan's deputy and his mother was a strong warrior. He had a lot to live up to.
Lionpaw looked up, meeting the older cat's wise green eyes.
"Just for the view?"
"Just for the view. Unless the mighty Lionstar doesn't know how to relax?"
Lionstar awoke with the smell of maple leaves on his mind, the memory fading into the interior of his den, but the message lingered after. He had been stressed lately. Worrying about many things. Littletimber's death, the current water crisis.
Was it selfish to want to place those burdens on another cat? Even if only for a day? Can't do that. What would you even do if you weren't in charge? Probably find some way to BE in charge, either as a senior warrior or an advising elder.
Lionstar began a slow grooming regiment, aware of the time of day judging by the faint bluish orange glow of pre-dawn. Right. He was a senior warrior now. He couldn't explain it, but on this morning in particular, it felt like all he ever did was worry.
Enough of that. He didn't have to be careless, but he didn't have to brood over every new development like it was going to spell death or damnation for the Clan. If he'd learned anything, it should've been that TreeClan was strong, enduring.
That wasn't an excuse to let his guard down, just have more faith in his family.
When the light turned more whitish-orange, Lionstar left his den, spotting a bleary-eyed Meadowleaf organizing the dawn patrol. Stormchaser, Sagefur, Thunderheart, Redbird, Bloodtalon... His friends were gone. Some of them, anyway.
Lionstar, in a bittersweet moment, glanced to the younger warriors coming out into the center of camp, blinking sleep from their eyes. Feathercloud, Gorsetail, Rowanberry, Silverfern, Bluejay—they were his friends, as well. I guess I'm Sagefur now. Somehow he'd turned into the old wise tom in his memories. Lionstar's whiskers twitched, inwardly protesting that idea.
But the presence of Gorsetail distracted him, and he signaled for the young warrior to approach, wearing a calm expression so as not to alarm him. "I'm going to the Great Maple. We'll do some hunting before the sunhigh heat hits. How does that sound?"
It wasn't an order, it was an invitation. Take it to the world, gonna sing it like an anthem
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Post by Phoenix on Aug 10, 2016 23:47:30 GMT -5
i wish everyone was loved tonight and somehow stop this endless fight He wasn’t quite sure what had roused him from his peaceful slumber so early in the morning, but once he was awake, Gorsetail knew there was no going back to sleep. Yawning widely as he carefully climbed to his paws, the warrior peered out at camp as he stepped through the shadows of the warrior den and into the pale, pre-dawn light. With the sun barely above the horizon, the air was still pleasantly cool and refreshing, and the camp was still cast mostly in shadow. It was a welcome break from the heat, and with a soft purr, the tom took the time to stretch leisurely, flexing his claws and yawning again, before he settled down to clean the moss from his fur.
Everything seemed to move slower in this peaceful hour. There was a rare silence as the night-time creatures returned to their homes and most of the day-time creatures had yet to greet the new day, and for once, there was no rush to get anything done. Meadowleaf had just sent the dawn patrol out into the forest, and it didn’t make sense to hunt when most of the prey was likely buried deep in their burrows. Such a tranquil atmosphere practically invited relaxation, and with almost every other cat still fast asleep, he saw no reason to turn down the offer; after all, there was little to do but take advantage of the quiet of the early morning. Breathing in the cool air, the tabby tom just finished licking his chest fur with a sandpaper tongue and started to run a paw over his ears when motion off to the side of camp caught is attention. Green eyes turned to see a familiar tom rise from his spot beside his den with a flick of his tail.
Even in the early morning light, Lionstar cut a striking figure, looking every bit the leader he was with his thick golden fur and regal posture. Gorsetail had always been somewhat impressed by how the other tom always seemed to radiate a calm, quiet strength; there were leaders, he knew, and then there were leaders. It was obvious that Lionstar fell into the latter category. But for how intimidating their leader might appear to other clans, every TreeClan cat knew that the tom had a warm smile for them – Grayowl and his family briefly crossed his mind, and he amended the thought – he had a warm smile for almost every TreeClan cat. And as much as he hated thinking poorly about his clan mates, Gorsetail couldn’t bring himself to blame his former mentor for the way he held Sootmask and Mockingbird at arm’s length. The two warriors had spent more time around Grayowl than any other cat, and so far neither of them had done anything to prove that they weren’t planning on following in their father’s footsteps.
But Gorsetail did not want to poison such a lovely morning with such unpleasant thoughts, so he brushed his musings aside as he strode over to the leader. Already intending to head out to hunt, Lionstar, it seemed, did not quite share his own inclination to spend this precious time relaxing, and the tom noted ruefully that perhaps that made the difference between a leader and a mere warrior. Still, he had not had the chance to spend much time with the golden tom recently, and it could hardly hurt to investigate the area around the Great Maple and see what might be poking its head above ground. ”That sounds very nice,” He responded agreeably, tail tip flicking lightly as he began to head toward the camp exit.
Once upon a time, he might have wanted to avoid such an encounter at all costs. Although memories of the first incredibly awkward moons of his apprenticeship no longer rested on the forefront of his mind, it was very easy to recall the uneasiness he had had around the other tom. With time, they had managed to work everything out and salvage what could have been a very bad experience for both of them, and somehow, the entire experience gave rise to friendship. It was in a companionable silence, now, that the pair of cats walked, and the younger one was faintly amused by how familiar, how right it felt to walk alongside Lionstar again. Just the two of them. Just like old times.
”We haven’t gotten to talk much lately, with everything going on,” Gorsetail broke the easy hush, glancing toward his leader. Neither of them had been in camp on the night of the full moon, but everyone felt the strain of losing a clan mate, especially one so knowledgeable. He couldn’t imagine what it was like as the leader of the clan, the cat to whom everyone looked for strength and support in such trying times. But for all of the pressure placed on his shoulders, Lionstar was only a cat, just like the rest of them. Having spent his apprenticeship with the other tom, perhaps Gorsetail was in a better position to understand that than most. ”If you don’t mind me asking, how are you holding up?” just a chance that maybe we'll find better days |
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Post by Fawn on Aug 12, 2016 19:44:13 GMT -5
LIONSTAR leader of treeclan Blinded by the light of a new sun Ah, that was a heavy topic to discuss so early in the morning. Lionstar wore an expression between a grimace and a surrendering frown. "Littletimber and I were not close, but it is always tragic to lose a medicine cat from anything other than natural causes." The lynx's behavior had worried him. He'd attacked a group of three cats... While normally Littletimber did not collect herbs at night, Lionstar knew he had gone out with his group so he could pick them comfortably by the moonlight, to escape the oppressive heat.
It was unfortunate that Demon seemed to have the same idea.
Lionstar led the way through TreeClan's entrance, feeling the familiar, well-worn path of grass flattened down by thousands of pawsteps over the hundreds of season. His eyes narrowed, a sensation of grim prophecy rolling over him like a storm cloud. First Littletimber... What if he would lose yet another high rank? I'm going to the Moon Tree tonight, see what StarClan has to say about this.
Coming back to the present, Lionstar sighed, stepping around a clump of mushrooms growing near some rotten logs. "Do you want me to be honest? I think I would be more devastated if I wasn't so used to TreeClan's hierarchy changing so often. Spottedfeather was before your time, and so was Elderpaw, but I lost them very quickly, one after the other. Littletimber was a blessing, and he's given us many moons of service—but I'm relieved that Bluejay found her calling just in time. TreeClan's been left without a healer once before."
And those had been some tense times. They had made due, they always made due, but Lionstar didn't want to go through that again. For once, he would appreciate a break from StarClan; just for once, he would like a medicine cat who outlived him, and not the other way around. Yes, he had lives to spare, but he would've given up any number of them to ensure his Clan would always be taken care of, and that the cruel claws of fate would stop snagging his council one by one.
"Hard not to worry about Meadowleaf being next," Lionstar murmured. Smallshine, Daringheart, Thunderclaw... Was Meadowleaf next? Was TreeClan cursed? I've got to be one of the unluckiest leaders to ever hold the name of 'star. Lionstar almost chuckled; that was something else he would be asking StarClan about later. Sometimes it was good to have reassurance that the world wasn't working against him, that his reign would not be plagued by positions held only for a couple of moons before fate saw to knock the Clan back into chaos.
Realizing he might've been sharing a little too much, Lionstar cleared his throat, shaking out his mane as if to rid himself of negativity, like droplets of water on his pelt. It felt good to get this off his chest, however. He couldn't remember the last time he'd actually confided in someone. Take it to the world, gonna sing it like an anthem
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Post by Phoenix on Aug 16, 2016 19:25:56 GMT -5
i wish everyone was loved tonight and somehow stop this endless fight Was there anyone with whom Littletimber had been close? Gorsetail had never had the chance to get to know their enigmatic medicine cat, but surely the other tom had someone who mourned him beyond his capacity as their healer. Bluejay, perhaps, but he could not think of any others he had seen frequently in the company of their late clanmate. A quiet sadness filled his heart. What if Bluejay had been all he had? Although the gray she-cat who now had the den entirely to herself certainly invited conversation with her friendly attitude, most of the warriors he knew tended to avoid the medicine cat den when possible, only staying there when absolutely necessary. Maybe it was a habit picked up from many moons under the care of the reticent tom, he thought, knowing that he, too, was guilty of such actions, especially because a part of him had found the other tom’s mannerisms a little disconcerting.
If he was being brutally honest with himself, however, it was more accurate to say that he had had many chances but never the desire to get to know the medicine cat. Guilt flickered across his conscience at that ugly realization, but he had always thought Littletimber would be there in the same way he knew Lionstar would always be there. He cast a sideways glance at his companion. The difference was, he supposed, Lionstar had nine lives, whereas the other only had one.
The golden tom’s familiar voice roused him from his thoughts, and appreciating the honesty, he listened. Spottedfeather and Elderpaw were names he recognized, but they held the distant familiarity of legends rather than better understanding of cats he’d known – as Lionstar had said, both were before his time. To lose one so soon after the other, however, seemed like a curse, and he did not envy his old mentor the task of having to lead the clan through such tumultuous times. The TreeClan he knew, Gorsetail realized with a jolt as everything was put into a new perspective, was rather calm and stable compared to the seasons before. Having known only the leadership of Lionstar and Littletimber as a kit, he could not imagine what it would have been like to grow up during a time when medical attention was not a consistent guarantee but a luxury. What would an injured cat even do without a knowledgeable medicine cat there to treat them?
It was the last phrase, however, softly murmured after a brief pause that truly belayed the depths of Lionstar’s exhaustion. His heart went out to the other tom. “I don’t think it helps to worry about something that hasn’t happened,” Gorsetail offered, not wanting to lecture but hoping perhaps he could provide some comfort. “Meadowleaf’s still here, and we have Bluejay.” It was a reminder that they had not been left entirely in the dark. ”StarClan would have to fight her tooth and claw to take her from us.” But as his thoughts turned toward a certain albino she-cat, he found himself wondering how much he could trust even that statement. If their ancestors sent down Pinkcloud to summon their medicine cat, then Gorsetail wasn’t entirely sure TreeClan would win that battle. Certainly, if his former apprentice stepped up in front of him right now, he’d be hard-pressed to deny her anything. The wound on his heart was slowly healing, but it did not take much to peel away the scab… His throat tightened. That was dangerous ground. He did not want to go there this morning.
Even as Lionstar shook out his mane, Gorsetail redirected his own thoughts. ”We’ll pull through,” He said simply. ”We always do. It takes more than a single storm to fell an entire forest.” They, out of all the clans, knew that best. just a chance that maybe we'll find better days |
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Post by Fawn on Aug 17, 2016 19:17:31 GMT -5
LIONSTAR leader of treeclan Blinded by the light of a new sun "Well spoken, Gorsetail." He smiled to the young warrior, heartened to hear such a young member of the Clan speak so positively. Sometimes the gift of age was pessimism, whereas the gift of youth was clearly innocence and hope. Lionstar would prefer all of that in equal measure; not cynicism, not blind expectation of bad things happening, but to be cautiously optimistic. To acknowledge that what you want and what you get aren't always the same thing.
It was time to stop worrying over the things he could not control. Lionstar moved ahead, lengthening his stride, taking in the forest and the beauty of their territory, even under the throes of such a dry spell. The birds still sang their songs, and they were prey-richer than they had been in many moons. Besides, Lionstar supposed he could look at the dryness of greenleaf as a balancing act with the wetness of newleaf; they had been blessed then with plenty of rain and snow-melt, but no flooding, thankfully.
Spotting a fallen log, overgrown with dried moss (he would send some apprentices later to collect it), Lionstar surged, feeling the wind blow through his fur as he cleared the fallen timber in an easy leap. It felt good to use his muscles again; when was the last time he had properly fought? I'd better not be getting soft, he growled, almost chuckling goodnaturedly at his own indignation.
Time to sharpen his skills; if only Bloodtalon were still here. That warrior had always been up for a fight. Perhaps Zephyrfang would suffice? The loner-turned-warrior would have less reservations about unsheathing his claws to brawl with a Clan leader. Lionstar knew Zephyrfang also would not hold back, and would likely enjoy the adrenaline rush and the challenge just as much as he.
Thinking of his Clanmates (like usual), the scent of squirrel brought him back to the present. He followed the trail slowly, in no rush to catch their quarry when he knew the acorns would be attracting quite a few nearby. A flash of ruddy fur in one of the boughs jogged his memory.
"Ah, before I forget. Whiteclaw is still recovering from his ordeal. I would like to transfer Nightpaw's training over to you."
Golden eyes abandoned their search in the treetops, instead fixing on the tabby tom, eager to hear his thoughts. Lionstar had chosen Gorsetail specifically, intending to handle Firepaw's training himself (her mentor, Nightshade, also needed more time to recover), and hoped that mentoring Pinkcloud's only kit might... help heal some wounds. He had been hesitant to give Nightpaw to Gorsetail during the little tom's apprentice ceremony, with the very real possibility that Gorsetail might coddle the young tom after having lost Pinkcloud so recently.
But this conversation, if anything, was proof enough that Gorsetail was more mature and level-headed than he'd previously thought.
Remembering their awkwardest moons full of maybes and emotional tip-toing as they tried to adjust to one another, Lionstar almost grinned with amusement. They've come a long way.
The cat before him wasn't Wormpaw any more. One of Lionstar's favorite moments was correcting the young tom's rather unfortunate name; worms served their purpose, yes, he wouldn't deny that. But worms were associated with decay, with detritus and sodden earth. Gorse, on the other paw, he liked to think the yellow flowers and the heartiness of the shrub symbolized hope.
And StarClan knew they could always use more of that. Take it to the world, gonna sing it like an anthem
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Post by Phoenix on Aug 22, 2016 19:08:44 GMT -5
i wish everyone was loved tonight and somehow stop this endless fight Perhaps it was residual, a now-unconscious reaction left over from his apprenticeship, but a wash of warm pride washed over him at Lionstar’s quiet praise, followed shortly after by a faint embarrassment that had him ducking his head. Though he preferred compliments to criticism, something made the latter easier to receive than the former, and he had never quite felt completely comfortable about accepting praise. ”Thanks,” He murmured, fur hot, even as a small smile spread across his lips. It was not in his nature to count himself among those in his clan whom he thought far more eloquent than himself, but sometimes he liked to think he had his moments.
As if trying to outpace the metaphorical shades that had darkened their conversation thus far, Lionstar lengthened his stride, speeding up, and silently, seamlessly, Gorsetail followed suit. Trotting here, beside the golden tom, felt right, and he basked in the quiet sense of belonging. Memories of their time spent together, learning from the forest and each other, floated across his mind, and it struck him how much everything had changed. While he was nowhere near the leader’s size, the tabby cat didn’t have to look up quite as high, and he had a little more confidence now in his own abilities. He was a warrior, too, who had successfully trained an apprentice. And successfully lost her, His mind added darkly. He tried to ignore that small voice.
Lionstar’s thoughts seemed to have been traveling along a similar vein, for his voice returned the younger cat to the present. Ears flicking, he cast a curious glance toward the leader, only to look away a moment later as he quietly digested this new information. It had been requested – had Lionstar requested or had that been more of a command? – that he take over another apprentice’s training, but not just any apprentice. Pinkcloud’s son.
It was a double blow, and with the hit coming out of nowhere, he had no hope of dodging the wave of emotions. Nightpaw would be his second apprentice, and his first real responsibility since the young she-cat’s death. And he was Pinkcloud’s son. He would never forget the light in her eyes and the spring in her step when she had told him that she was expecting. She would have been the perfect mother, but her time with her treasured son – mere days – had been cut horribly short. After that, Gorsetail had not been able to look at the midnight-furred kit who looked nothing like his mother yet reminded him of her every time he saw him. On bad days, it was still hard, and as a result, they were not as close as he had one day hoped they would be. This was a chance to remedy that.
Would he be able to take it?
Pinkcloud had been gone for moons, but it did not take much for him to reopen the slowly healing wound and feel as though it had happened only yesterday. He was getting there, but he didn’t know if he was far enough along to train her son. It wouldn’t be fair to the young tom if his replacement mentor needed a replacement because he was too busy getting choked up to teach. Pinkcloud’s son – Nightpaw as a cat, as an apprentice of TreeClan – deserved better than that, but Gorsetail didn’t know if he could give it.
”Are you sure?” The question left his lips before he could take it back. His voice was small, infused with the doubt that now plagued him. ”He’s hers—“ He forced himself to say her name ”—Pinkcloud’s. I – I don’t…” I don’t want to mess this up.
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Post by Fawn on Aug 23, 2016 14:00:15 GMT -5
LIONSTAR leader of treeclan Blinded by the light of a new sun "I think," Lionstar began gently, "That there is no cat Pinkcloud would rather train her son than you. Her death was not your fault, Gorsetail. You're one of the few cats who truly knew Pinkcloud; showing Nightpaw what it means to be a warrior and sharing stories with him of his mother would be a great way to honor her memory." All the training in the world could not prevent accidents from happening. That's what Pinkcloud's death was, a tragic, unnecessary accident. There were many who wished to blame StarClan for the pink-eyed she-cat's untimely fall, but Lionstar knew better.
Nighthawk had likely greeted his daughter with bittersweet welcome.
He could see the tidal waves of emotion crashing over Gorsetail, the younger tom seeming to drown for a moment, his words disjointed but the distress clear. Lionstar did not lick the top of his ears like he would've one of his sisters; he had more faith in the younger tom than to treat him like an apprentice with self-esteem issues.
"I'm sure Bluejay would agree with me on that." Lionstar would give Gorsetail time to adjust, time to either bolster his confidence that he could succeed in mentoring a second apprentice or gain conviction over his duties to do right by Pinkcloud's son.
Gorsetail had not messed up Pinkcloud's training; there was nothing to suggest that he would make an error with Nightpaw, unless sentimentality threatened to triumph over Gorsetail's work ethic.
Slowly separating from the tabby warrior, Lionstar lowered into a hunting crouch, disappearing briefly into the dry bracken to creep up on a bushy-tailed red-furred squirrel snuffling around the roots of an enormous sugar maple. It was over in but a moment, Lionstar delivering a killing bite to the nape of the squirrel's neck, and carried the limp prey back to where he had left Gorsetail.
Hoping that the tom would have had a chance to collect himself, Lionstar buried his catch. Take it to the world, gonna sing it like an anthem
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Post by Phoenix on Aug 31, 2016 19:37:15 GMT -5
i wish everyone was loved tonight and somehow stop this endless fight It was times like these, when he looked toward Lionstar for guidance and support, that he still felt like an apprentice. Little Wormpaw, quiet and unsure of himself, who preferred listening to being heard and watching to being seen. Sometimes he felt like he had grown up and matured – he had some self-confidence, he had trained an apprentice, he wasn’t quite as quiet – but it never seemed to take much to metaphorically toss him back into the apprentice’s den. The Wormpaw had yet to completely figure out the twists and turns of his initially awkward relationship with his mentor, let alone flourish under the golden tom’s tutelage. He didn’t have the quiet confidence that Gorsetail had attained, and he still turned to Lionstar to find the resolve and confidence-boost he needed to overcome the seemingly unbeatable challenges.
Many seasons had passed since the tabby warrior had last felt that he needed to truly turn to his former mentor in that way. When he had received Pinkpaw as his apprentice, he had done his best to emulate the warmth and fondness with which he remembered his own training; he would never be Lionstar, but the young she-cat had deserved no less than his best. When Grayowl had been exiled, when Crimsonshadow had left – during both occasions, he had found what he needed within himself (or if it wasn’t there, he found it in his clan mates) to accept what had happened and move on. When Pinkcloud had died, however, a wound had been left in his heart that only time could heal, and slowly processing the events of that horrible day, he had let it sit and hoped the injury wouldn’t fester. For all of these infinitely harder tasks, he had managed alone.
But when assigned a new apprentice, who was Pinkcloud’s son…
Everything seemed to stall, and he didn’t know why. He knew he could successfully train an apprentice; his previous one was evidence of that. It’s Pinkcloud, He finally admitted to himself. It’s always her. Time may have numbed the pain, he was realizing, but it hadn’t entirely healed the wound. Perhaps the final bandage was one he needed to put on himself. For the first time in a long time, he deliberately turned his thoughts toward the albino she-cat whose absence he felt so often. Closer than a typical mentor-apprentice pair, they had simply clicked in that rare and special way, and she had managed to worm her way into his heart. While their own warrior duties had kept them from enjoying each other’s company after she had finished her training, he had always tried to share a piece of prey whenever he had the time. Pinkcloud had had one of the warmest hearts in TreeClan, and it showed in her smile. He had been proud of her, and he loved her in a fatherly sort of way. His heart had nearly burst with pride when she went up to receive her warrior name. He had looked forward to the day when she would receive her own apprentice.
Then everything had been had been stolen away so quickly. Gorsetail, Bluejay, and Nightkit – now Nightpaw – had been left with an empty space where their friend, sister, and mother had been. The clan had lost a valuable, compassionate warrior. Pinkcloud would not want to see any of them hurting. She would want him to take her orphaned son – Magpiewing, despite his blood relation, was about as far from a suitable father as one could get – under his wing. Deep in his heart of hearts, he acknowledged the truth in Lionstar’s words, but that resilient fear had him hesitating. He didn’t want to mess this up. He didn’t know how to deal with a cat who was so alone, for Pinkcloud had always had Bluejay standing steadfastly by her side. Nightpaw had few others, if anyone at all, who would do that.
In Pinkcloud’s eyes – and his own, if he was in the right state of mind, which, if he was honest with himself, he was not – that was even more reason for him to take on the young apprentice as his own.
And with that, there was really no other choice. He would train Nightpaw to the best of his ability, and he could only hope that his best was good enough for Nightpaw and good enough for Pinkcloud. A rustle of leaves caught his attention, and he looked up to see Lionstar returning. Ruefully, he realized that he didn’t even remember seeing the golden leader leaving. Before he lost his nerve, Gorsetail spoke up. ”I can do it,” He said. ”I’ll finish Nightpaw’s training.” He repeated the sentence to himself. I can do it, Pinkcloud. I’ll train your son. Up in StarClan, Pinkcloud was smiling.
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