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Originally Posted by Lilly

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Sorrelpaw dashed out of the apprentices' den, fur standing on end at the hint of a battle cry ringing through camp. She let her eyes focus on an unfamiliar figure standing at the entrance to ThunderClan. SkyClan? she thought, a puzzled look crossing her face as she blinked, figure relaxing just a bit. She'd heard whispers of a forgotten Clan from her time as a kit - foggy as those memories were for her - but never in her wildest dreams did she think they were actually true. The news of a new Clan and new cats like herself who lived in a group, a Clan, made her heart flutter with the open possibilities. Sorrelpaw hadn't known a time outside of Ratnight and Fennelstrike's leadership, however that didn't mean her faith in her warrior ancestors wavered one bit. If these SkyClanners were really here to liberate them, and fought alongside StarClan themselves, then Sorrelpaw knew she had no choice but to join them, despite the core tug of fighting with her Clan. Snapping back to the present, the young she-cat spun around, muscles tense and ready to leap to anyone who dare chose to fight against StarClan.

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Filing in behind Grousestar and walking side by side with a SkyClan apprentice she'd befriended, a few open scratches still visible among her dark fur, Larkflight gazed around at the ThunderClan camp. Instantly, her eyes found her kit; Sorrelpaw. The warrior's heart ached at seeing the daughter she had given up to hopefully have a better Clan life - although now, seeing that ThunderClan was in charge with Ratnight, she knew what a mistake she had made. Oh, Sorrelpaw, I am so sorry, she thought, a brief look of sadness crossing her face. But seeing the ThunderClan apprentice standing strong, and staring down those who fought with Ratnight, pride swelled in her chest, and she knew that she had been able to pass her faith to her daughter, even if Sorrelpaw had no idea that her true heritage lay within RiverClan. Larkflight glanced to her side, at the SkyClan apprentice she had befriended and allied herself with. "Ready for round two?" she asked, making sure the off-white she-cat was okay.

Ashenpaw's sides heaved as she forced herself to follow Larkflight and Grousestar. The young apprentice hadn't fought this much since play fighting in the SkyClan nursery all the way back at their old camp. Oh how she desperately wished those days were back. She hadn't been able to catch a glimpse of Cinderpaw this whole time, and sincerely hoped he was still among their growing ranks. Ears swiveling towards Larkflight, Ashenpaw met her gaze and nodded. "I'm ready," she agreeded, turning to look out among the crowd of mostly surprised ThunderClanners. She unsheathed her claws and let them sink into the soft ground below her, tensing her muscles and preparing for a fight.