'Just try to stay with us in the future.' Without another word, she ducked her head and ran off, back to the camp. Nothing the medicine cats ever say make any sense,' she said, trying to make herself feel like she was talking to him instead of trying to console herself. Twisting her tail, a common habit for her when she was nervous, she spoke, tryng to keep her voice under control. Greypaw narrowed her eyes, feeling like she needed something to scold him for. they came back and asked me all sorts of questions, and then they told me all this stuff about Blood Moons.' They all went to the Moonpool the other day. 'Our medicine cat said it meant something terrible for our Clan,' Greypaw meowed.

'I wanted to ask you if you saw something weird about a half moon ago.' 'What exactly is the point of this?' she asked irritably. They stared at each other for a long time. 'Actually I'm kind of warm right now, thank-you very much.' Can't I just guard my border? You're so cold.' Want.' She spoke each word clearly and slowly, as if talking to a cat who didn't understand the four simple words. 'Does everything have to be this difficult with you?'įlamepaw rolled his eyes again. Go make yourself useful and check your own pelt for ticks.'įlamepaw rolled his eyes. 'Make one move on our territory and I'll claw your ears.' help you?' she asked casually trying not to look so tense. Flamepaw, however, stayed rooted to the spot across from Greypaw. The LeafClan cats sprinted up to the border. She grimaced, seeing one of them was Flamepaw. She noticed some cats across the border walking around the tall trees. Their territory ended at the river that separated them from LeafClan. Greypaw stalked around the border, looking for more patrols. Sighing, she padded towards Littletail.Īsking for forgiveness is easier than asking for permission. Greypaw would rather argue to get what she wanted, but she didn't have the strength to. Was she the only one who liked the cold? She sprinted over to Littletail, her long legs making it easy for her to run across the snow. Greypaw turned at the sound of her mentor. Graypaw stretched, her claws sinking into the hard ground. Snow filled the camp, forbidding them to go outside. Two litters of kits ha been born since she saw the moon, giving 5-and-a-half-almost-6-moon-old litters some company. Greypaw was begining to think that medicine cats were just stuck on superstitions and whatnot. It was half moon aftr the Blood Moon, and still, nothing terrible. All night, she floated in and out of gauzy visions of blood, death, and the moon that would, according to Stonesplash, cause something terrible. As she padded back to her nest, the blood moon seemed to reflect in every puddle she passed. Something terrible will happen to our Clan.' 'Something terrible is going to happen, Greypaw. Probably something she didn't want to know anything about, but she couldn't resist asking. Slowly, she straightened herself and told Stonesplash what she'd seen. How would she start this conversation? Hello, Stonesplash, I'm up in the dead of night because I saw the moon looked red. it's not that.' Greypaw twisted her tail self-conciously. Much to her surprise, Stonesplash was wide awake. Greypaw padded out of the den, walking slowly towards the back of the camp where Stonesplash slept. 'I'm not a medicine cat,' Hailpaw replied dryly, making it blatantly obvious he didn't want to do anything but sleep.

'Hailpaw.' she meowed to the small cat sitting next to her, 'I think we should tell Stonesplash. She glanced at the red moon, reflecting in her pale blue eyes. Greypaw was the only one to notice something strange about it. Could Graypaw's life be because of an omen? She is about to discover that it's for real.

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