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Ghostpaw stepped warily forwards. "I'd like to be a Hornet," she mewed hesitantly. "How do I get there?"
Her lynx-points were up and alert, her muscles tensed, in case anyone was to contradict a newcomer to be at that kind of status.
She swivelled her ears, listening for protests, her bushy long tail slightly bristling. Everywhere she went, there was always objections. Thunderclap couldn't be any different, could it?
A furious look came into Ghostpaw's flashing eyes, and her serrated claws unknowingly pushed out. It was as if she was daring anyone to tell her that it was impossible. Why not?
Whisper once told her anything was possible, and she always took her little brother's word. She thought she heard muttered disbelief, and she resisted an urge to whip around with claws extended. That wouldn't do.
Stay calm stay calm stay calm, she repeated silently as she gazed slightly defiantly at the Clan's leader, Bumblestar, the one who took her in.
I'm gonna prove I can be a Hornet as well as any Thunderborn warrior could be, or even better, Ghostpaw told herself, mostly to reassure herself.
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