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Snowstar and Smokefoot;
The ThunderClan leader's eyes darkened at the mention of fox. She had seen foxes before, and been in fights against them. Snowstar knew they weren't pretty, and cats could be very easily hurt or killed. "Thank you for telling me. We'll need to get more brambles to surround the camp for extra precaution, and send a few cats to chase the fox out. I'm going to send you two on that patrol, you know where it is better than the rest of them."

Windwhisper;
A cold shiver went down her spine. She wasn't exactly the most... easy-going cat when it came to trespassing. Not to mention that they could be hostile, and cats had attacked RiverClan before. "I will. Good observation," Windwhisper said calmly, her tail flicking over the ground with determination.

Quietsong;
She gently shook her head. "What I went through... W-What happened back there will never end. They're not disbanded, a-and they know where I've gone. The whole story is t-too long to tell... But I know that... They'll c-come back one day... They're not tolerant towards cats whom r-run from them..." Quietsong looked down. "They've gotten here before, they'll be here again."

Quietsong;
Quietsong shook her head "I can't do that... I'm n-not as loyal to ThunderClan as it may seem." She sighed, flicking her tail. "I only came b-back... To try to take Smokefoot away... But he didn't want to go. So I stayed with him until... Well... until they come back to get me... I won't be surprised when they do, either.  I'd go after an i-item I lost too..."

Shadedfur nodded, her green eyes fierce, but wide with wonder as well. She would be able to at least go near the fox again. She'd never seen one up close like that before! Shadedfur then backed out of the den, waiting for the others to follow.

Echoeyes shook as the unfamiliar scent lingered in her nose. It wasn't threatening, plus it was fading. She didn't think any danger was to come. "I don't think we're in any danger," she said in a surprisingly serious tone. Echoeyes was cut off mid strife as she tripped over a root in the path. She then shook herself off, snorting before turning around. "I'm such a clutz!" She said, and it was defiantly no lie, she was both the youngest, and most clumsy out of her family. Even when they were adolescents she still know that for a fact.

Shadedfur felt a rush of anxiety, yet pride as she stepped up to sit just behind her leader. She sat, gazing around at the cats staring on. She sighed, but kept her expression serious as she felt a surge of happiness rush through her. Shadedfur gazed at her many clan members; picking out her family members, there was Lightningfoot, her brother. And there was Flurryheart, her aunt that had joined the clan not so long ago. Of course, Echopaw and Redpaw were gone. Shadedfur then realized that she didn't know her two sister's warrior names, or if they even had one at all. They'd left just two days before the ceremony, which devastated both her and her two brothers, Lighting foot and Windrunner. Windrunner! she thought, where is he? she scanned the camp clearing, seeing him secretly enter the camp and sit behind the group of cats, his white and grey, tabby pelt soaked. where has been? she thought to herself.


Echoeyes purred, "I've got a thick skull, trust me." She then blinked, her different colored eyes sparking. Echoeyes sighed, "I've got something called h-Heterochromia," she said with a a runt he'd muzzle, "that's why my eyes are blotchy, and mismatched in color," she explained, "I also can't see as well as an average cat. That's why I'm the clutz I am," she said with another purr. In a way, she was proud of her condition. It helped her prove to other cats that she was just as good as any other warrior, Heterochromia and all.

Snowstar and Smokefoot;
Snowstar cleared her throat and began calling cats under the highrock. She waited until many cats had gathered, looking over them with a satisfactory glare in her eyes. Smokefoot's eyes scanned the crowd. Quietsong was nowhere to be seen, and that worried him. Where else would she be? A shiver went down his spine as he remembered one of the last times he didn't know where she was. Shaking the thought off, he reminded himself that things were different now. Snowstar sat on the rock, and cleared her throat again. "I'm sorry to disturb your evening. However, we have news that has become alarming to ThunderClan alone. Just earlier today, Shadedfur and Smokefoot found a fox on our territory. Obviously, I will not be taking this lightly. I will need cats to volunteer to go out and begin building on the brambles; If the creature was to attack, we all need to be on guard and ready."

She took a second to stare at the sky. "Tomorrow morning, we will send out a patrol to find the fox and either chase it away or kill it. This patrol will be lead by Shadedfur and Smokefoot, as they know where the fox has been nesting. I expect you all to be on guard, and ready to attack the potential threat at any second now." She meowed, flicking her tail. The way her jaw was aligned, and the way her ears were back, any cat could tell she meant business. Snowstar was known to be a kind cat, but when her clan was threatened, she was no fun and games, all serious. She stared straight at the queens, whom were nudging their kits back into the Nursery. Giving a satisfactory nod, Snowstar looked back at Shadedfur and Smokefoot. "Anything you two would like to add?"


Windwhisper;
"Ah, alright." To be honest, Windwhisper wasn't phased by any of the Heterochromia. She didn't know there were side effects, however, she was happy to learn about her condition. It did make sense to her, as many things did. "But just so you know... You're just as good a warrior as any of us here, maybe even better, Heterochromia or not. Don't let it bring you down." She meowed, flicking her tail. "No cat deserves to think less of themselves just because of the way they were born, after all. We're all different, and we should learn to accept and love our differences. They're part of who we are as a cat. Your condition may make it a bit difficult to see, but you've pushed past it amazingly. And to me, that's pretty spectacular." She paused momentarily and a small smile crept onto her face. "If it makes you feel any better, I think your eyes are gorgeous just the way they are."


Quietsong;
Quietsong was taken aback by his suggestion. She even went as far to lower her ears backwards in confusion and disapproval. "Dead? It's not like they're here, we can't just fake my death right now. To find them, we'd have to go beyond the places where Kittypets live. It's quite a journey... And they'd check for a heartbeat. An objective cannot be completed until the heart stops beating... At least, that's what they told me." She meowed, obviously uncertain about the whole "faking death" thing.

Quietsong;
"Hopefully..." She murmered, glaring down at the ground unsurely. She kept thinking back; What she had told was only a mere atom in the scope of it all. She was a different cat, and she knew it. She even had a different name. Occasionally She heard growling of the name in her ear, or was referred it in her nightmares.

Shadedfur nodded before stepping forward, "foxes are dangerous, but they ignorant and noisy like a kittypet! We will know if they are around, and we can prevent an attack. Beware!" Shadedfur then bowed her head, and spoke quietly to Snowstar, "I will be ready when you feel I am needed, Snowstar," she said in a strong, yet calm voice.


Echoeyes could feel her pelt go hot. She smiled, "t-thanks. That means a lot," she purred quietly. Echoeyes then grunted, "I don't get it. Your always so positive and supportive. You're always faithful. How?" She asked while slowing to walk with Windwhisper.

Shadedfur smiled, "sure," she said while trotting over to the fresh kill pile. She looked over the food, the clan wouldn't be at a loss without their catches today. Shadedfur decided she would let Smokefoot decide on what to eat first.


Echoeyes purred and rubbed against Windwhisper, "well. It's amazing!" She said happily. Echoeyes focused on her paw steps, she noticed they began to reach a muddy patch. Common for riverclan, but it was a pain to get out of her long, white and grey coat.

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Smokefoot;
The tom jumped down. He scanned around, still looking for his sister. Taking a deep breath, he assured himself that he was fine. She was fine. Everything would be okay. Looking over the fresh-kill pile, he considered what he should get. Mice were decent, thrush was his absolute favorite though. Squirrels would give him much more energy, though, so he selected one. Looking over at her, he waited for her to get something before he walked off.

Windwhisper;
"Oh, thank you." She meowed, a new pep in her step. The compliment had obviously made her happy, as even her eyes seemed to glow at this point. Her face was flushed, red under her fur. Gently stepping into the mud, she waited for a second with all of her paws out. Measuring how deep it was, she slowly began to put more paws into it until she was striding through the sticky mud, still careful of places where a cat could fall in.

Quietsong;
"I'm hoping you're right." She meowed, gently nudging him. Why are you even doubting him, he's probably right... They have other trainees.