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[color=848482]Ashenpaw kept close to Finchwing and Squirrelpaw, her fur fluffed out with excitement. Slowly, her worry was leaking away, now feeling somewhat happy that she was allowed to tread on another Clan's territory. It was better to distract herself with that fact, either way. She wasn't about to mumble and grumble all the way to Silverstar. What would she think of an apprentice who was such a grump? And they could see Gorsepaw, too!

[b]"MistClan's doing the best it can right now,"[/b] Lightingnose mewed in response to Wolfheart's question. She flicked her tail from side to side, and Ashenpaw could tell that the she-cat was more than pleased to be speaking to their deputy. [b]"Silverstar is taking good care of the Clan. Our patrols might be rather large, but they're done in order to prevent cats from being overwhelmed from opponents."[/b] She tipped her head and let out a little 'mrrow' of frustration. [b]"This might be a little dark, but I don't think it's going to help much. I heard rumors from ThornClan during the gathering that once, three full grown cats were felled by the same attacker. Isn't that strange?"[/b] 

Greenpool grumbled. [b]"I'm not sure what else can be done to stop this."[/b]

[b]"All we can do is pray that StarClan gives the medicine cats a sign. Here's the camp, though,"[/b] Lightningnose motioned with her brightly-colored tail for them to follow her through a thick thicket of reeds. Ashenpaw followed after the warriors, shaking the wetness from her fur as soon as she reached the other side of the plants. [b]"Welcome to MistClan camp, little ones,"[/b] the she-cat mewed towards Squirrelpaw and Ashenpaw. 

Ashenpaw looked around. The camp was well-hidden from outside danger, though the dens were made of even more reeds and long strands of grass. It was impressive to see how cats could weave plants together so tightly as to protect the cats that nested inside. [b][color=E66C2C]"Stars above, I wonder if they get used to all of this wetness,"[/color][/b] she hissed under her breath to Squirrelpaw. 

[b]"What's this?"[/b] called a large, dark tabby from the shade of some long grass. He strolled over to them with long, calculated steps, his blue eyes gleaming at them with curiosity. [b]"Wolfheart, what are you doing here?"[/b][/color]