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[color=848482]Ashenpaw bristled when Wolfheart and Finchwing chastised her as if she didn't have a choice but to comply. It took every ounce of her willpower to lash her tail at her mentor's words, and she settled for glaring at the ground rather than continue to argue. Her claws sheathed and unsheathed as she tried to calm her mind. So, there was going to be a war, but the cats that didn't want to fight had no say in the matter. Why were Jaystar and Wolfheart doing this? They were usually rather calm cats and great leaders, but at the moment they were more like warmongers rather than anything. 

[b]"Send a patrol to MistClan. When that's done, we'll send another to ThornClan. The patrols can mark the borders on the way there,"[/b] Jaystar answered Wolfheart. [b]"I'd like you to lead the patrols, though. It's up to you what cats you decide to take."[/b] He then turned to the gathered cats, his eyes unnaturally cold and distant. [b]"The rest of you, prepare Russetfern's body for burial."[/b][/color]