~Sunset in SC~

[Yoko]

Lizardeye glided into camp, his green eyes shifting casually over his surroundings. Camp seemed to have settled down since Specklestar's announcement. News of war tended to have that effect on cats. He placed his own catch onto the freshkill pile gingerly, vaguely remembering that he was supposed to take some to Brindlepelt, but his brothers were already picking their own meals out and they would pester him with questions if he did not dine with them. He chose a small mouse, one he could finish quickly, and followed his brothers to their usual spot, a heavily shaded part of camp, just beside the elder's den. Their pelts blending well amongst the leaves.

Eclipsepaw padded into camp with her head high. She was moving at double speed. Her clouded eyes were unreadable. As she carried her prey, she thought furiously of this ridiculous day! Her sister had lost her memory, she had gotten in trouble, Emberpaw wasn't speaking to her, and Flintpaw was injured. She just wanted to curl up in a nice dark corner and claw some bark. But instead she had to feed the queens, kits, and elders. None of them even wanted anything she caught, she knew! She decided to take it to the elders, at least they pretended to like it.

"See you later," Eclipsepaw rasped to Flintpaw, taking her meager, tattered prey with her.

[:c a i:]

One afternoon, three frogs and a shredded tree later, Oakstorm finally made his way furtively back to camp. He carried his catches easily and swiftly deposited them onto the fresh-kill pile, glancing about him warily. He swallowed hard, wondering where she was. He was feeling utterly guilty and a niggling voice kept telling him to find her at once and talk things over with her. There was still a chance to save the situation.

That is, if he wanted to save it.

Did he want to save it?

He liked Shrewfang. Really, he did. She'd grown on him until he'd realised that he actually was very fond of her and her cantankerous nature. She was grumpy and thorny and had a tendency to insult him at least five times a day, yet somehow it all worked to her favour and made him like her. He wouldn't be broaching the other L-word for a while yet, but there was potential, wasn't there?. And that was what was important. He was just afraid to throw himself into a relationship after it had gone so terribly the last time... He'd become used to just staying well away from that side of things.

Now it was time to stop doing that. He needed to patch things up with Shrewfang because he didn't want to lose her. But was it too late? Would she even be willing to listen to him after he'd run out on her? He doubted it. But he would... Do something. He'd fix things. As soon as he found the infuriating she-cat, that is. Now where was she?

[Ki]

Feathercloud padded back into camp. Shortly after her chat with Specklestar she had left to gather herbs. Fireshadow's severe injuries had forced her to use the majority of the ones she had gathered just a few days before. Now with the announcement of war, she'd have to store herbs for battles to come. That meant a lot of foraging and gathering. Some herbs were difficult to find in their territory, but she managed to find them somehow. As she walked back into camp she carried a good deal of herbs with her. After depositting them quietly in her den she looked at the meager pile in dismay. There was another, larger pile of herbs not far from camp. Who knew how many trips it would take to get them all herself? Dismay washed over her. This was why she longed for an apprentice. To help her. ShadowClan was vast and power. But with many cats there came many injuries. Sometimes too many for one cat to treat on her own.

Deciding to ask for help, she padded back out into camp. It had calmed down a good deal, thankfully. The sun was setting and she flicked her tail anxiously. Soon the patrol that was sent to get Paleflower's kits would return. If they brought the kits back with them she might have to treat many injuries. Part of her prayed silently that the kits would come back with just a few minor scratches. Shoving that thought aside, she scanned the camp. Finally she saw Twistedclaw, Lizardeye, and Snaketail sitting in their usual shady spot in camp. Surely one of them could help her?

The tiny she-cat padded over, her amber eyes shining hopefully. "Good evening." she mewed. "Can one of you do me a favor? I have a lot of herbs I need to bring back in to camp, and I want them all stored before the patrol comes back with the kits." Some nasty voice in the back of her mind told her that the kits could very well be dead. But that thought horrified her too much. She wouldn't allow herself to dwell on it. Dipping her head in apology, Feathercloud added, "I wouldn't normally trouble you. But with all the cats that are injured and the announcement of war...I'm rather busy and I need a bit of help."

[Yoko]

Lizardeye raised a brow as Oakstorm padded through the entrance. Hunting alone? Where was his new favorite companion, the sharp-tongued Shrewfang? She was nowhere in sight. Perhaps they had had a fight? Well, he was not one for gossip, and besides, in the morning, Snaketail might very well have the whole story and tell him even if he doesn't want to hear it. No, best leave the apparently sulking tom be.

In the meantime, Feathercloud's sudden appearance in the camp entrance interested him far more. Why had the Medicine Cat left camp with so many patients in her own den? Probably short on help, Lizardeye deduced immediately. The number of injuries in the past few days had esculated to such a level that it amazed him that Specklestar had not asked for an apprentice or two to aid her yet. With the double battle trainig the leader had just ordered, it looked as though that help might not come in any case.

Snaketail had been informing his brothers of the current scandal involving a certain older tom and a certain injured she-cat. He was chuckling amusedly as he swallowed his own frog.

"And then-" he almost choked as he looked up to see their Medicine Cat speaking to them. He listened to her request with an expression of deep sympathy. "Oh, Feathercloud, of course, I'll-"

"Hasn't your apprentice been out for quite a bit, Snaketail," Lizardeye interrupted, twitching his tail.

Snaketail's amber gaze widened. "I forgot all about her! Poor, Honeypaw! And Heronstripe had promised to have her back by sunset! I'm sorry Feathercloud, I really must go."

He rose immediately, leaving a third of the frog unfinished. He padded through the camp entrance with a simmering feeling. He was going to have a long talk with Honeypaw. She had responsibilities to this Clan, love or not!

Twistedclaw pointedly dug his claws into the raven he was eating. It looked awfully big in front of him, but he was a strong cat and needed every bit of the energy such a large meal could provide. He ate, looking down at the bird, rather than at Feathercloud. He expected Lizardeye to volunteer to help her, but then-

"I apologize as well, Feathercloud. But you see, I have another arrangement for this evening."

Twistedclaw looked up at his brother, utterly stunned. Lizardeye rose and padded away as if he had not noticed. The furious warrior looked at the ground seething with anger at how his brothers' abandoning him with...with...

"Fine," he grumbled. "I'll help you."

He rose to his own paws. The raven was nothing but feathers and bones anyway. He pointedly kept his gaze on the ground.

"Where are these herbs?"

[Ki]

Feathercloud smiled gratefully at Twistedclaw. "Thank you Twistedclaw. I appreciate the help." Like her, he was a small cat. But she was smaller still. Feathercloud could remember hearing nervous whispers coming from the queens when she was a kit. They told each other she'd never live to be a warrior. But whenever she'd fallen asleep the cats with stars in their pelt had told her not to believe them. And though everything had worked out in the end, part of Feathercloud still wished she could have become a warrior.

She flicked her fluffy tail towards the camp entrance. "Not far. Follow me." Feathercloud padded towards the entrance quickly and slipped out of camp. Part of her worried for her patients, but no one had been sent for her. So all of the cats in her den must be doing fine for the moment. Feathercloud didn't wait for Twistedclaw, as she was sure he could catch up. She moved along the muddy marshland with light paws, so that it looked like she was barely touching the ground.

[Mousy]

Great. Just great. He'd been out for ages, but he had done nothing. How thoroughly useless. Oh well. He didn't exactly care. He stretched his legs and padded to the freshkill pile, pulling off a sparrow. Toadpelt padded up quietly behind him and pulled a sparrow from the pile as well. Then, he went over to the medicine cat's den. Hawktalon ripped the sparrow up firecely- a reflection of his current emotions. Fierce. He then noticed a lack of Foxfur.

Good, he found himself thinking. The stupid fur-brain had caused nothing but trouble for ShadowClan. He had had eight kits, and with a WindClan queen, no less! Not many of the others held it against him, but Hawktalon... Well, Hawktalon hated him for it. ShadowClan had always been feared; Hawktalon knew that and he liked it. But kits?! With a cat from another Clan?! It wasn't the breaking of the Warrior Code he disliked; on the conrary, he respected Foxfur all the more for that. It was just the fact that some of those kits would be coming to ShadowClan, and then there would be more squealing, useless mouths to feed, and... Yes, just thinking about these kits made him want to go and attack the next thing that moved. And, the next thing that moved was... Dustpaw. She padded gradually across the clearing beside Snowpaw, eyes set of something far in to the distance. Not that Hawktalon cared, of course.

He watched the dust-coloured apprentice and her white brother with interest, then gave up. He would clearly never understand either of them. Oh well. He continued crunching his sparrow, instead, splintering the bones as he bit in to the small bird.



A waste. A complete waste of both time and energy. And now, she had nothing to do. Oh, great. Just great. Oh well.

She pulled a frog off the freshkill pile and gave it to Snowpaw, who was standing beside her. She always got him something before getting herself something. It was force of habit. She had always had to when they were kits because the other kits had taken advantage of his deafness and taken was was really his. But none of them would ever cross Dustkit.

He ate it, and she pulled off a lizard, which was really the only thing she would eat. Lizards contained a lot of energy, a lot of bones for her to crunch. Also, they were sometimes quite salty. She like lizard, and for all those reasons. She also knew that Snowpaw ate mostly frogs; she didn't know what her deaf brother liked about them, but he liked them.

Instead of being companionable and sitting with the rest of the Clan, however, she went to a far corner of the camp, as far away from the others as she could get. Snowpaw padded after her, carrying his half-eaten frog. Dustpaw sat down and finished her lizard, being careful not to crush the bones. Here in Dustpaw's little corner, there wseveral small piles of bones. The reason for this was because no other cat dared come over and take them. Also, Dustpaw liked her collection of bones. If any cat touched them, they would get a clawing. The bones were arranged in to small piles, and they were strangely clean. They weren't arranged in any specific way; it was all done of a whim. She just kept the bones from what she'd eaten, should they become useful at some point. She was that sort of cat.

[. s p o r e l e t t ♪]

Sablepaw hadn't had much to do during the day; it was already sunset, and yet he had done nothing. His mentor had gone off to fight dogs, and then he just didn't see much of him after that. The young tom supposed that it had to do with his fledgling relationship with Shrewfang. He had eyes; it was easy to see how they looked at each other in camp. Or it was for him, at least. He had only been training under Oakstorm for two moons, but he thought that he knew him fairly well by now, and telling things about other cats had always been a particular skill of his. It came with a risk; some said that he trusted to easily, but there was no point in living without feeling, was there?

Stretching out his claws, he kneaded the peaty earth with his shockingly white paws, looking around camp. Since he hadn't been out battle training or hunting that day, he had spent much of it puttering around camp doing chores, changing nests and doing other menial tasks. Looking around, the young apprentice spotted his mentor near the fresh-kill pile, but he suspected that his mentor was looking for other company. Looking around the edges of the clearing instead, he spotted Dustpaw and Snowpaw in their usual corner of camp, sharing a couple pieces of fresh-kill by themselves.

He was never quite sure why the two siblings spent so much time by themselves. Dustpaw just always seemed to prefer it that way, and her brother tended to accompany her. But, from what he knew of him, Snowpaw was a friendly, happy cat, and he felt sure that the white tom wouldn't mind some company. Selecting a frog from the fresh kill pile, he wandered over and sat near the two cats. "Hello Snowpaw, hi Dustpaw," he mewed, flicking his tail broadly to get the deaf tom's attention. "Mind a bit of extra company?"

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[hedgie]

Reedpaw stood, a yawn stretching out his features. It was sunset and night was almost upon them. Did that mean he and Dapplepaw wouldn't be training tonight with their mentors. Oh well, it wasn't like he really minded all that much. He looked back at Dapplepaw, grinning softly at her, even if the notion felt awkward.

"It's getting late and there's no sign of either of our mentors. I mean...I'm not feeling too tired, but if you want to go back into the den, you can. I'm just going to sit out here for a while, keep watch for anything interesting. He was her friend, but he wanted to shake her off for a little while. Nightpaw would probably be coming back in from training any time now, and he'd be doomed if he and Dapplepaw were seen together.

So he tried to be nice as he slunk away, feeling horrible for doing it. She'd forgive him. Was she ever really mad at him?
He padded back over to Dapplepaw's side real quick, sighing.
"Hey, don't be sad. You and I might traint tomorrow. Make that most definitely. We will train together, alright.? I just have to go for right now."

[. s p o r e l e t t ♪]

Lightningclaw's jaws and neck were aching with weariness by the time the patrol neared camp. Tawnykit was not a newborn any longer, and carrying her all the way from the highlands had been tiring work. But despite that, the lanky she-cat had a determined glint in her eye, and carried her tail proudly. She had succeeded in her mission; Tawnykit and Dusk-kit were safe at home, where they would be properly cared for at last. ShadowClan would see to it that they never had to go through anything like the horrors that they had faced today ever again.

Waving her tail for Deerfur and Foxfur to follow her, she pushed her way carefully through the camp entrance and padded into camp, making sure not to jostle Tawnykit any more than strictly necessary. The silver and gold tortoiseshell paused breifly inside the entrance, trying to decide where to go. Paleflower would undoubtedly want to see her kits, but it was also clear that they needed medical attention. The young she-cats were still not ready to be out from under a medicine cat's watchful eye. After a moment's decision, she turned and headed towards Feathercloud's den, carrying her precious bundle with all the gentleness that she could manage.

[Mousy]

It was true that Dustpaw had been known to be unfairly judgemental, but that was only natural. As she heard pawsteps, she slunk further in to the shadows, and saw the patrol returning, plus Dusk-kit and Tawnykit. Great. They'd managed to escape Alfa's claws. But, she imagined that the poor creatures would be traumatized by now. She mused that, because she and her brother came from a relatively normal family, they would never experience what the two kits had been through, or what Paleflower had been through. Or, she hoped so.

She was snapped out of her muse, however, bya voice behind her. From where she was sitting, there was very little she could do, and, thinking that one of the warriors or Specklestar wanted her to do something, she turned around. When she turned around, however, she discovered that Sablepaw was standing behind them. She flicked her tail lightly at Snowpaw to get his attention, and turned around.

Only as she did so did it occur to her that Sablepaw had also greeted her deaf brother by name. She smiled at this, thinking that she didn't have quite so low an opinion of Sablepaw as she thought. Maybe... No. That wouldn't happen. Her first duty was to ShadowClan. Her second duty was to Snowpaw. Any duties after that were to various other cats. Love and the like came very low down on her list. About... Twelth or thirteenth? Yeah.

"Hi, Sablepaw," she mewed, smiling at the black-and-white apprentice. "It's been a while since anyone has adressed my brother by name, apart from me. My faith in StarClan has just been greatly increased," she purred. Then, her face hardened. "Everyone thinks that just because he's deaf they can leave him off their list of cats to greet. I'd like to sink my claws in to cats who do that to my brother..." she snarled, crouching low to the ground and swishing her tail about fiercely. Then, she paused, stood up normally and shrugged. "But enough thinking about breaking the Warrior Code, right? What brings you to our little corner of camp? The conversation?" she joked sarcastically, then tipped her head on one side. "... But you understand, right, Sablepaw...? You'd do anything to protect the one that you trust the most, right?" she mewed, throwing caution to the wind, then signalling subly with her tail at Snowpaw, who was now organizing the piles of bones.

While she watched Snowpaw, she realized what had felt as though it was missing for the past few weeks. Companionship. While she had her brother, and he had previously been the only cat that she had needed. She sighed.

"This Clan has gone too far," she mewed as she left camp, signalling to Snowpaw and Sablepaw not to follow.

[OoC:// Gasp-eth! Is Dustpaw leaving ShadowClan?! Even I don't know!

Note to self: Don't listen to Hero by Nickelback while writing.]

[Yoko]

ooc: I love that song. What's the rush Dustpaw, why leave so soon? Mwahaha!

Specklestar had exited the Medicine Cat's Den with every intention of speaking to her apprentice. However, Dustpaw and Snowpaw seemed to be conversing with Sablepaw. This was an odd sight indeed, and Specklestar did not wish to interfere. Those two could do with a little socializing. Instead she turned her attention to Lightningclaw, as the young warrior carried Tawnykit in. A weight that she had not even realized she was carrying! The kits were safe, thank StarClan! Apparently they do exist, that these two precious kittens were safe and home.

Specklestar did not head Lightningclaw off, but veered direction so the warrior and herself were side by side, striding towards the Medicine Cat Den.

"Please tell me the cat that did this to them is dead?" she mewed wryly in a low voice.



Twistedclaw was entering camp, sore and stiff from bending his neck to carry the herbs tucked to his chest. He had discovered today that Feathercloud was okay, for a she-cat. Not that he felt anymore comfortable walking so close to her. As he glanced at the medicine cat, he unfortunately did not see the exiting leader's apprentice, and naturally he ran into her, scattering both bundles of herbs all around him. As he fell, he bit his own tongue and the pain and scent of his own blood infuriated him. He glared at Dustpaw.

"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!" he hissed furiously.

"Dustpaw?" Specklestar called from somewhere in camp. Twistedclaw turned to see his leader stalking in his direction. Surely she would not scold him for Dustpaw's mistake! But Specklestar paid him no mind. "Where do you think you're going? And without permission too? Get back in camp, now!"

She then turned to her Medicine Cat. "Feathercloud, the kits have just returned. Lightningclaw is putting them in the Medicine Cat Den as we speak."

"Has anyone seen Honeypaw?"

Twistedclaw turned to see his tall tabby brother, Snaketail, casting a worried gaze through the camp entrance. Clearly, he had not located his apprentice.

"She's missing?" Specklestar mewed edgily.

Twistedclaw shivered that his leader was standing so closely to him. He stepped aside only to brush against Feathercloud. His ears felt hot and in the end he just decided to hiss, "Will everyone stand back? You're trampling the herbs!"

Both Snaketail and Specklestar looked amazed by his outburst, and then looked at their own paws. Indeed, they were standing on many leaves and stems that Feathercloud and Twistedclaw had spent all afternoon gathering. They muttered apologies, and stepped back as the very agitated bloodthirsty warrior began to gather the leaves up into a pile roughly with his paws.

"Help him," Specklestar instructed Dustpaw sternly. "Feathercloud, please come along."

[Ki]

Feathercloud's neck was aching from walking with her head down like this, but she could stand it. They entered the camp, and she raised her ears when she heard the kits had just arrived. Just in time! She was about to start towards her den when Dustpaw and Twistedclaw collided. The herbs went all over, making her blink with dismay. Even worse, Specklestar and Snaketail began to unintentionally step on them. But she had to leave Twistedclaw and Dustpaw to pick them up. Right now the kits were her priority. She blinked in recognition at Specklestar and hurried towards her Lightningclaw and Deerfur, as they had the kit. The medicine cat calmly set down the herbs under her chin and in her mouth. Sorting them would come in a moment. First she wanted to get a good look at the kits. Once Lightningclaw and Deerfur set them down, she moved forward to have a look.

Oh. Oh dear.

Each kit was covered in multiple scratches. One kit held her leg at an awkward angle, and the other had one eye closed tightly. Many of the cuts and scratches had been treated, along with the leg. Had another Clan found them first? She would have to remember to ask which one and then thank that Clan's medicine cat on behalf of ShadowClan. She nosed Dusk-kit to see what type of internal damage their was. The little kit let out a shrill mew, her eyes shooting open. Oh yes, there was internal damage Feathercloud realized in dismay. A broken rib, perhaps. Maybe two. Now Feathercloud nosed Tawnykit. As she looked over the kits sadness grew within her. It was as if there was a gigantic hole forming in her stomach. The poor things! Who could have had done this? Anger flared within her. Whoever dared to do this to two innocent kits would be punished. She'd make sure of it.

"Let's get them to the den. Someone needs to get their mother as well." Feathercloud said quietly.



Ow. Ow. OW!

Dusk-kit's eyes flew open as something touched her ribs. It sent a spasm of pain through her body and she let out a shrill mew. When she tried to take a deep breath to calm herself, but she soon found that only made it worse. Where was she?! Dusk-kit looked around. Every part of her ached or stung in some way, shape, or form. But then she saw Feathercloud bending over her and her sister. Those amber eyes were comforting. Then there were the scents of ShadowClan wafting around. Somewhere, she could hear the frogs croaking in the marshes. Crickets and other bugs seemed to be singing.

Home.

She must have fallen asleep as Deerfur carried her away from WindClan. The journey must have been a hard one. But the kit had been so exhausted by the day that she slipped into sleep. But...where was her mother? And her uncle? Dusk-kit raised her head and looked around. She mewed, "Mommy?" Was her mother still mad at her? Please don't let her still be mad at her!

[Sydney]

As the cats had moved across the moors and then, into the marshy ShadowClan swamps, Tawnykit had seen it all. As the trip had progressed the little kit had refused to give into sleep, no matter how badly she wanted to sleep. The last time she had closed her eyes she had ended up reliving the trauma from before. She didn't want to relive it again.

No, she had just wanted to go home and be with her mother.

A wave of relief washed over the little calico kit as the patrol moved into the camp and, this relief was only added onto as Feathercloud began to look over the little kit and her sister. "Take care of Dusk-kit first..." Blinking shakily, the delicate kit stared up at the older medicine cat. "She's hurt worse." Pressing her ears back beneath her head Tawnykit nuzzled close to her sister, eying the cats in the camp warily.

Where was her Uncle?

And Momma?

Turning to look at Dusk-kit, the little kit blinked sadly.

She was coming, wasn't she?

She had to be!

[☆ Y e l l o w ☆]

A little before sunset Whiteheart had returned to camp with the frog she had intended to catch. She would have been back much sooner if she would have brought home the first frog, however she had given it to the loner and then hung around for a little while. She still remembered her conversation with Lark, the sadness in his lonely wail, and the joy in his eyes when she spoke with him. It was a meet that warmed her heart, and she wondered if she would ever see him again. From the way they left off it sounded like they had agreed to stay in touch, although she didn't know for sure.

She had been laying quietly near the warriors' den, gazing around camp. She guessed most of the patrols for the day were already taken care of. All she had done that day was that dog patrol and hunt for a little while. But the Clan seemed to be functioning fine without her. Whiteheart watched, concerned, as Paleflower paced around camp. She had tried to calm the gray queen but she hadn't seemed to be able to help at all. For a little while after that she hadn't done much.

Until she saw the patrol return to camp and noticed Tawnykit and Dusk-kit being carried by the cats. So they were home at last. Whiteheart smiled a little and was glad to see them back home. She could see them well enough from where she sat, and decided not to go over because it was crowded over there already. She hoped the kits were fine and not harmed at all. What could they have gotten in to when they were gone all day?




Paleflower had been a jumble of nerves all day. She couldn't lay down, eat, or rest without her heart picking up speed and her thoughts wandering to her kits. They were somewhere out there, scared and vulnerable, and lost, unable to find their way home. For a majority of the day she had been pacing outside of the nursery, except for when some cat would tell her to "please calm down, I'm sure they will be brought back safely." At those times she would try to eat a bit of fresh-kill or rest in the nursery, but she could never stay still. She started pacing again moments later.

It was sunset when she heard some cats coming through the camp entrance. Immediately she paused and looked up, and her eyes widened. At the head of the patrol was Lightningclaw, followed by Deerfur and Foxfur. But in the jaws of Lightningclaw and Deerfur, being carried like newborns, were her kits.

Her kits.

"TAWNYKIT! DUSK-KIT!"

She was there less than a heartbeat later, pushing cats aside to get to her daughters. She crouched down near them, anxious to make sure they were all right. They smelled like WindClan and herbs, and she would have been more worried of their condition if she wasn't already trembling with relief that they were back home. "Thank StarClan you're safe!" Paleflower gasped, her voice shaking. She had been so scared, tormented by the thought that they had been unable to find their way home. Now they were back and everything was fine.

She pressed close to them and licked the tops of both of their heads quickly, a purr erupting from her chest. "My kits, I'm sorry, I should have been paying attention... I was so worried..."

[Yoko]

Twistedclaw grunted at the leader's apprentice and gave her a threatenting glare that demanded the she-cat stay back. He was capable of gathering these herbs himself. In the fading light, enshrouded in the scents of the herbs, he managed to gather it all back into a mere too bundles and made a point of carrying both away. He felt Snaketail looking at him, but his taller brother was too worried for Honeypaw to be concerned with helping.

He passed by Feathercloud, the patrol, and the kits reunited with their mother. Deep down he felt a surge of rage that they had ever been taken in the first place. He wanted to kill the loner himself, but that was a sort of personal revenge, reserved only for those who had the right to extract such vengeance. He slipped into the Medicine Cat Den, prepared to wait for Feathercloud to return in sort herbs with him.

Specklestar sighed at Twistedclaw's blatant refusal to accept the apprentice's aid.

"Get into camp, Dustpaw, and don't forget we have battle training tomorrow morning," she mewed, too tired to issue a punishment. "And Snaketail, don't worry, I'll stay and wait with you. I'm sure Honeypaw's just lost track of time."

The camp was winding down, despite the need for night patrols. Maybe she'd let her Clan sleep tonight. The dog attack and kidnapping was bound to exhaust every cat here.