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[color=848482]Even though Russetfern had passed not long ago, the tension steadily vanished between their numbers. Ashenpaw felt comforted by her sister's words and feel of her fur against hers. She hoped that, whatever happened, that Squirrelpaw and Stoatpaw would stay by her like Squirrelpaw did now. The three of them would be unstoppable, even in the face of a mouse-brained war. Her pawsteps became lighter as they approached the border to MistClan, her ears pricked at her mentor's words. Hopefully MistClan would be just as friendly as always when they told Silverstar what they had planned...

Luckily for them, they didn't have to wait at the border for long. Shadows moved just beyond the stalks, and Ashenpaw blinked when a golden-furred face poked out to look at them. She recognized this cat as Lightningnose, supposedly named for the white streak that arched up from her rather berry pink and curved along her muzzle. Her yellow eyes glimmered at them with surprise, though her expression wasn't a hostile one. [b]"Wolfheart..."[/b] she murmured, the glimmer in her eye becoming something else entirely. Though, it faded away when she turned to look at the rest of the BirchClan patrol. [b]"I didn't expect to find you all here. Has something happened?"[/b] [/color]