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Sparrowpaw woke up early that morning, anxious for the fate of her Clan but also excited to tell Mosspaw the news. She knew that she should also tell Moonstar and warn her, but she didn’t want to just yet. Plus, the battle hadn’t even started yet.
Trust Darkfur to stir the pot, Sparrowpaw thought as her jaws gaped into a huge yawn. She hadn’t slept well the night before – her feelings had kept her awake for most of the night. Sparrowpaw forced herself out of her nest. The only motivation that was needed to do so was the excitement of telling Mosspaw and receiving some advice about what she should do next.
Stretching, Sparrowpaw carefully padded over to Mosspaw’s nest, and was about to prod her when- “Hi, Sparrowpaw,” mewed Mosspaw sleepily.
“Why did you wake up? Do you have to go make dirt?”
Okay, so I’m not so good at walking quietly, Sparrowpaw thought to herself before mewing excitedly to Mosspaw: “No, I don’t have to go and make dirt. And I’m sorry that I woke you up, butIhavesomeveryexcitingnews!”
“Whoa, slow down there!” interrupted Mosspaw.
Sparrowpaw couldn’t quite calm down, but she tried to focus her over-excited-and-sleepy-brain on constructing a simple sentence. “I have some exciting news!” she finally burst out.
Mosspaw just blinked and motioned for Sparrowpaw to continue.
“Last night, I woke up because I heard footsteps. I padded out of the apprentice’s den to see what it was, and I saw Darkfur leaving-’’
“You saw Darkfur?” mewed Mosspaw in surprise.
“Yeah, I did! And then guess what?” Sparrowpaw didn’t wait for an answer. “I followed him really quietly like I was stalking a mouse, and guess where he went? He made a beeline for the Great Oaks!”
“Are you serious?” Mosspaw meowed imposingly. “My mother chose Darkfur as a deputy because he was honest and loyal to her,” she finished smugly.
Does she always have to rant on and on and on about her mother? Sparrowpaw thought. She sounds like a kit who doesn’t know anything better to say. Immediately, Sparrowpaw took the harsh words back. But she’s my friend – a friend who’s missing the point. “Look, Mosspaw, it’s all true, okay? Completely and utterly true,” Sparrowpaw assured her, willing her mustered calmness to envelop her and engulf her so that she would not say anything hurtful about Mosspaw.
Sparrowpaw may have been calm on the outside, but her insides were squirming and boiling up with unwanted anger to her friend.
“Okay.”
Phew!
“Anyways,” continued Sparrowpaw, relief flooding her from head to tail tip, “Darkfur waited there for a while until Graystorm-’’ Mosspaw blinked in utter bewilderment. “Graystorm?”
“Yeah. Apparently they had been planning a secret meeting from before. I think that that’s where they always meet.” Silence met Sparrowpaw’s words. They both knew that there was more to be said, but neither of them wanted to hear it in words.
“Well?” Mosspaw finally prompted. “What happened next?”
“Well, um, if you really want to know… Darkfur told Graystorm of his plans to murder Moonstar!”
She burst out. “WHAT?” Mosspaw yowled. To Sparrowpaw, her yowl was so loud that it seemed like even Gravel Clan could hear it. “He wants to murder my mother? My mother?”
“Darkfur said that he was,” Sparrowpaw mewed indignantly.
Silence stretched out, long and clear, with no end in sight. It was like trying to paw your way through an endless tunnel and knowing that there was no visible way out. Sparrowpaw felt uncomfortable at breaking the silence, so she just stood there, feeling like an idiot, wrapping her tail neatly around her paws. C’mon, Mosspaw, say something! You’re always the talkative one, not me.
“Well, I guess I believe you,” Mosspaw finally said, after what seemed like an eternity. Her eyes stared straight down at her paws and she was very solemn, probably the most serious that Sparrowpaw had ever seen her.
You guess? “Well, what are we waiting for? We need to tell Moonstar and warn her!” Mosspaw started to stride towards her mother’s den underneath the Highrock, but Sparrowpaw stopped her, flicking her tail across her ears.
“Wait! Mosspaw, we can’t tell her now. Darkfur was only going to do it if the potential battle with MarshClan could cover it up! Don’t you see?” Mosspaw blinked, so Sparrowpaw continued, “he’s going to ask for a quick word, say that it’s important and when they’re in Moonstar’s den, murder her and leave!”
Mosspaw flinched at the word murder.
“How’s he going to cover it up?” she questioned after some time.
“Oh, that’s easy – he’ll just say that she died nobly in battle. Once that’s over, he’ll be leader, and then who knows what will happen to OceanClan!” Sparrowpaw’s throat felt dry after all of that talking and yowling to convince Mosspaw. She gave one quick cough.
“So, then how are we going to stop this from happening if we don’t tell my mother?” Ugh! Doesn’t she get it yet?! We will tell her, just not yet.
“We will tell her, just not now. Now, we need to find some way of stopping this battle,” Sparrowpaw replied, willing herself with all her might to stay calm, not for the first time that day.
Sometimes, Mosspaw was just so slow at comprehending.
But at least she listened.

While Swanpaw sorted herbs, she listened to Bramblepool treating Silverpool, a once-beautiful gray she-cat elder, for bellyache.
“It hurts,” Silverpool complained.
As more grunts and cries of pain followed, Swanpaw directed her attention to outside the Medicine Cat’s den. She saw Moonstar and Darkfur talking in hushed voices outside Moonstar’s den, and then spotted Sparrowpaw and Mosspaw mewing secretively. What are they up to?
But Swanpaw didn’t have time to think, for Bramblepool mewed, “Swanpaw, can you get me some more chervil?”
Swanpaw huffed as she went about gathering chervil and crushing it into a pulp between her teeth.
“Here,” she grumbled, handing the chervil pulp to Bramblepool. She knew that Bramblepool sensed that she was in a foul mood, but she pretended to ignore that, so as not to divert Silverpool’s attention to unwanted topics.
I just want to go outside and see what Sparrowpaw and Mosspaw are up to, and not be stuck inside here all day!

When Silverpool finally left, Bramblepool rounded on Swanpaw.
“What’s wrong?”
“I just want to go outside,” she mewed truthfully in response.
“Well, medicine cats can be confined here for hours at a time,” Bramblepool responded. “If you want to be a medicine cat, you need to learn to have a lot of patience.”
Swanpaw knew that Bramblepool didn’t mean it harshly, for there was a kind glimmer in her amber eyes, but the words still stung her like fire.
Do I really want to become a Medicine Cat?

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