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[color=C9C0BB]Very rarely, Frostpaw wished she was a medicine cat. They held secrets that they couldn’t disclose to the rest of the Clans, and just as she expected, Embersky didn’t give a clear and direct answer. [color=659EC7][i]It’s like he’s saying [i]maybe[/i] they’re angry with us, but they haven’t said anything yet… as far as us as normal apprentices and warriors know.[/i][/color]. Things had been the same for so long; each one of the four Clans remained within their borders for as far back as elders can remember. How could StarClan be okay with such a sudden change?

Lionpaw’s words rang dimly within her mind, but she was fully snapped out of her thoughts when Embersky’s green eyes wavered to her. [color=659EC7][b]”Yes, thank you, Embersky.”[/b][/color] She nodded her head, then flicked her tail to signal Lionpaw and Reedpaw to follow. After she gave the medicine cat a farewell and padded out of the medicine den. 

[color=659EC7][b]”I guess we don’t have to worry about StarClan punishing us for now,”[/b][/color] she joked in a dry voice, making her way back to the fresh-kill pile. [color=659EC7][b]”But don’t blame me if it starts raining snails soon.”[/b][/color][/color]