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[color=848482]Ashenpaw let out a little 'mrrow' of amusement at her sister's words. She was grateful for her being around; she always found a way to make her laugh. Pikeleap turned his gaze towards them and narrowed his eyes, and that made her stand up straight and clamp her muzzle shut. The dark tabby tom turned to look up at Wolfheart again, nodding firmly. [b]"I'll go and get her. Wait here."[/b] he rumbled before he bounded off deeper into the camp. 

Ashenpaw decided to lean against her mentor as she waited. Finchwing's fur was warm against hers, and she almost wished she could stay curled up into it forever. But she wasn't a young apprentice anymore, and she knew that she had to remain steadfast in the face of tense situations. She hoped that Finchwing wouldn't mind the fact that she sought momentary respite from this whole spiel. 

Pikeleap soon returned, a graceful silver she-cat at his heels. Ashenpaw stood up straight, tail waving in greeting towards the MistClan leader as she dipped her head. 

[b]"Here she is. I hope you don't mind talking about it in the clearing. We decided that our Clanmates should hear what we have to say,"[/b] Pikeleap told Wolfheart with a flick of his ragged ear.[/color]