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[color=848482]Ashenpaw ducked her head in her sister's presence. Stoatpaw hadn't come up to talk, and she wasn't certain if that was a good thing or bad. Maybe her other sister was more than eager to prove herself as an apprentice so she could receive her warrior name. [b][color=E66C2C]"I just hope Silverstar actually thinks about this,"[/color][/b] she mumbled to Squirrelpaw. When Finchwing approached, she rose up to her paws. The bird in her stomach weighed as heavy as a stone. [b][color=E66C2C]"Okay..."[/color][/b] she replied to her mentor. Being quiet was difficult, but she was going to try her hardest to bite her tongue when they were in MistClan's camp. 

[b]"Al-righhhtt,"[/b] she caught Greenpool saying, the brown and white she-cat's tail waving in the air behind her. [b]"If you think that's a good idea, I trust you. Let's get moving."[/b]

Ashenpaw followed the warriors into the forest, keeping close to Finchwing, but also allowing Squirrelpaw to keep up with her. She had seen MistClan territory form her side of the border, but she couldn't help but feel a little nervous now. What was it like to lurk in the marshes? Were there scary things in the water? She hoped that MistClan wasn't aggressive towards them. They seemed like pretty nice cats at the Gathering. [/color]