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 Doveheart sprinted into camp, flanks heaving with quick, shallow breaths.  Xe didn't so much as think about what to do, passing through the clearing and dashing straight to Yellowstar's den. The leader was on xir paws the moment xe saw the state of the medicine cat's bristling pelt. "The rogue is going to be at the fallen log at sunrise." "You're certain?" "Certain.  He told me to meet him there, and I plan to—with Leechwhisker, and Spiderclaw, and Yewstorm, and anyone else who'll come with me.  We’ll make him wish he never set paw on KnollClan territory." Yellowstar looked from the medicine cat to the broad sky behind xe

Xe didn't want to tell. Last time xe had reported a sighting, xe had been admonished for being a medicine cat and not a warrior. It was true that despite xir limited training, xe could have been brave and attacked the rogue anyway, refusing to let up until xe had run the brute off their territory for good... but he was so big and so strong and she would have never stood a chance. Doveheart knew it would have done no good, and xe couldn't find the will within xem to do it. There was no point in attacking, and there was no point in telling. Xe'd been punished last time. In fact, this was the very reason xe wasn't supposed to have gone out on xi

No one can hunt the same mouse forever, as Brownstripe would say. From the medicine cat's perspective, xir paws were washed of the direction over Adderpaw. That was for Lilyfang to handle now, and since the white warrior was no closer to Doveheart than xir connection as the old littermate of Leechwhisker, xe did not hear much from that end. Anyway, it wasn't Doveheart's place to oversee the discipline of the apprentices or regulate the members of the Clan, and so xe tried to keep xemself neutral to the issue, which to xem meant not checking up on what others were doing or going to see the elders. Xe had already helped Wrenface, xe kept tellin

Wings, beating, rowing through the sky, flapped drops of blood from their feathers as they strained to take the body of a small gray bird far from the massacre beyond. Muscles ached against the gales of a thundercloud brew that whipped up the wind and covered the stars. The sky was pale and grey, and the air was unsafe to traverse, veering hard in unsteady gusts and tossing its passengers about like orphaned leaves. The bird, a dove, was bloody and wounded, though the blood was not its own. The blood was the blood of those below, an open moor of cats who had died in battle, their corpses strewn across the soil, hungry ravens milling among the

 "Newtstar," Daisyfur greeted, dipping xir head in respect, and the two cats with xem did the same. Doveheart could feel xemself shaking. There was something about the leader’s face that seemed off somehow, with that vitriolic, zealous brightness in xir eyes that exceeded the norm, too vivacious and robust, and it took Doveheart a moment to realize why. "What are you three here for? " the tortoiseshell demanded, tail lashing.  "You can't take over BrookClan with three cats." Daisyfur arched xir back defensively.  "KnollClan would like to offer its apologies for—" "How's the cat that Whiteclaw marked up?" Newstar interrup

 Outside, the murmurs were growing, fragmented news and rumors spreading throughout camp.  Yellowstar had emerged from xir den and was calling for the Clan to gather for an announcement.  Doveheart offered Wrenface a few words of reassurance, having done all xe could do, and went out to join the crowd of listening cats in the clearing. "There has been a skirmish on the border with BrookClan," Yellowstar rasped, and at once yowls of surprise and outrage at the confirmation broke out from KnollClan's warriors, especially Yewstorm, who seemed ready to claw BrookClan apart by xemself. Doveheart felt sick inside.  So the attack had been from F

 "Daisyfur, we need to talk." The ginger tabby brushed xem off, turning away without breaking stride.  "Yellowstar's health is fine.  Your concern is unwarranted." "Daisyfur," xe persisted.  "It's not about xem.  It's about Redfang and Ravenfur." "Still coughing?" "Yes, but—" "You'll have to make do with what herbs you have."  With that, xe started to leave camp, crossing from the camp clearing into the thicker part of the forest. "It's about your kits!" Daisyfur stopped.  "Redfang and Ravenfur aren't my kits." "No, you mouse-brain."  Xe twitched xir whiskers, knowing that Daisyfur was still trying to put xem off.  "Adde

 After returning to camp, Doveheart deposited xir herbs and went to see Yellowstar, deciding to skip the greeting.  Xe simply bowed xir head and said, "I'm here to report another rogue sighting." Yellowstar did not look up, swishing xir tail.  "Yewstorm already told me." "No, this time I'm the one who saw it." "Again?" "Again." "Where?" "Between the rocky slopes and the tree bridge." The leader narrowed xir eyes and pulled xemself to xir paws.  Xir glare, the glare of eyes that had seen death, had the medicine cat feeling as though it were xe who had trespassed.  It seemed that Yellowstar was waiting for more of an explanation,

 After Acornstripe’s cold rebuff, Doveheart’s journey home was drenched in quiet inner turmoil and continued attempts to flatten xir fur.  Xe had only meant to show kindness, and that MeadowClan cat had thrown it right back in xir face.  That insufferable simpleton.  She seriously believed that StarClan sent her signs through her dreams. As much as xe cultivated xir distain, though, and tried to use it as a blockade, the gray tabby still winced at the thought of their parting words, a deep chill wracking xir small frame as xe remembered the look in her eyes.  Her crass dismissal stung like a hornet, and half of that sting was du