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Originally Posted by Venus
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Graypaw’s head whirled around at the sound of Icestar’s mew, his ears flattening in distress. There she stood, towering over him and his sister once more. No...she cant do this! Feeling Pigeonpaw’s hopeful gaze on him, Graypaw's heart became lodged in his throat. What was he supposed to do? Talk back? No, that might make it worse...who was he to argue with a leader? Feeling small and his mind drawing a blank, the silvery apprentice slowly stood and glared up at Icestar. Tension built up in his shoulders as he stared at her, bristling the fur on the back of his neck until he let it all out in a hissy "Fine."
Frustrated and defeated, Graypaw nudged his sister gently to her feet. "Come on, Pigeonpaw. Lets go to camp."
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"O-Okay," was all Pigeonpaw could muster, and she got to her paws, although she walked stiffly and anxiously. Her fur did not flatten in the slightest and her ears stayed plastered to her head.
Oh, StarClan, what have I done? She inwardly reprimanded herself. This was all her fault!
Icestar followed the apprentices with a certain amount of smug superiority as they lead her right to their camp. It was just past moonhigh, so the forest was still enveloped in darkness that blended in with her night-black pelt. It wasn't long before the reed barrier of the RiverClan camp filtered into view, and Pigeonpaw gave her brother one last wary glance before pushing her way in through the entrance.
Icestar took in her surroundings, wrinkling her nose at the scent of fish carcasses and salt water. She wondered briefly how these cats could ever scent anything, with a smell this strong filling their noses all the time. She looked around the camp, already scanning for the stuck-up deputy. She didn't bother looking for Fallenstar, as he was normally far more respectable and would likely be sound asleep at such an hour. No, it was the little yellow unpredictable one that she wanted to pick on.