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Bramblestar's Nine Lives
Moonlight shone off the treetops, turning the forest silver. Crickets chirped from atop the branches as a soft greenleaf breeze whispered through the forest, carrying the tantalizing scent of fresh-kill hiding in their burrows across the long grass. The moon was nothing more than the thinnest of clawscratches, but the stars shone clear and white on the lake below.
A twig snapped in the undergrowth. Brambleclaw slowly lifted his paw, and glanced at the ground below him. Under the hazel thicket he was standing in was a pile of leaves from last leaf-fall, crumpled and dead. More twigs spread across the forest floor as well. Carefully, Brambleclaw stepped around the twigs, emerging into a small clearing.
"You don't have to be so careful, you know," came Leafpool's voice from behind him. "There's no one out here but us."
"I know, but I still don't know whether Starclan will accept me! I am Tigerstar's son, after all."
"Starclan has shown their ap
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A single water drop slid down the leaf, flattening out and curling into a drop again. As it neared the bottom of the leaf, it sped up and clung to the edge. For several heartbeats, it dangled there, swinging from side to side. Finally, it plunged toward the ground, and splashed into white fur.
Icecloud sat up, looking down at her nest. Moss was sticking up in some places and flattened out in others, like she'd been tossing and turning all night. Her dreams
had they been happy? Or tragic? She couldn't remember. Judging by her nest, the young white she-cat guessed it had been a nightmare again, though it wasn't too far from the waking world. She was living a nightmare.
Rain pattered softly on the ground outside, lulling the warriors to sleep. Despite the chilly air outside, it was warm in here. The cats were all pressed against one another, and their warm breath filled the warriors' den. Oh, the sound of falling rain was so peaceful. Icecloud could just forget all this and go
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Whitepaw watched as Crag led several tribe cats out the way they had come, their tails vanishing behind the wall of water. The roar of the waterfall echoed through the cave, loud and penetrating. Mist curled away from the blue water, sticking to Whitepaw's pelt. Sure, it was damp in here, but it was nothing compared to the chill outside.
Several of the clan cats had already laid down, resting their aching paws. Others where introducing themselves and each other to the tribe. The tribe members who weren't talking with them were bringing prey to the resting cats, who gratefully accepted.
So the tribe WERE going to accept them. 'And without question,' Whitepaw thought puzzledly. 'Don't they want to know who we are?' Wasn't the leader going to make an announcement, if he'd heard they were here? Then Whitepaw remembered there was no place TO make announcements.
'Word will get around soon enough,' she figured.
Tentatively, the white apprentice padded toward the fresh-kill pile, and picked up