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Originally Posted by Aura
@Charmer
Sharppaw has been at the border, sulking. Why couldn’t apprentices join the battle?! He’d survived the Gathering Battle, hadn’t he? What hade the warriors better than him? ‘Their warrior name,’ He thought spitefully. Just because he had -paw at the end of his name, made him lesser. If anything, he wanted to prove that he was better. Earn his warrior name. The tom was snapped out of his self-pity when he realized he was pacing. Even worse, he’d stepped over the ThunderClan border on accident. To top it all off, a familiar, hostile face peered at him.
Morningblue.
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The world around Morningblue seemed to slow as he saw the apprentice step over the border. Rage lit his blood on fire. That sneaky like foxheart was on Thunderclan's land. The events of the last few moons came swirling in from of him like he was watching them again: the ill-fated patrol into Shadowclan to find prey, the apprentice...
this apprentice who had run off swearing to share the news of Thunderclan's trespassing with Hailstar. Was that why Shadowclan had been at the battle? Is that why he and his clanmates had been ambushed as they woke for the dawn patrol? His claws flashed out as prowled closer, the fur on the back of his neck raising as he growled. "You're on Thunderclan land,
Sharppaw. Remember me?" Morningblue's voice was as a frozen pool, his eyes focused, steady, and full of fury.