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Aquapaw raced out of the apprentices' den, her fur bristling and teeth bared in a slight snarl. The young molly's eyes were wide. First the fire, now this? She thought in disbelief. She hated to admit it, but this cat- Grousestar, he called himself, had a point. She was all for StarClan, and against Ratnight, but she had a hard choice to make. With no idea who to fight for, she was no better than a rogue. She hated having to choose between two things, each choice had its ups and downs, but she was more used to being bullied and forced into a decision, which made it easier to choose the opposite of what they'd tried to make her do. So, if she were forced to fight for StarClan, she'd probably fight for Ratnight, and if she were forced to fight for Ratnight, she would probably fight for StarClan. That was just Aquapaw's nature. She did the opposite as she was told. She looked around in confusion, waiting nervously.

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Filing in behind Grousestar and walking side by side with a SkyClan apprentice she'd befriended, a few open scratches still visible among her dark fur, Larkflight gazed around at the ThunderClan camp. Instantly, her eyes found her kit; Sorrelpaw. The warrior's heart ached at seeing the daughter she had given up to hopefully have a better Clan life - although now, seeing that ThunderClan was in charge with Ratnight, she knew what a mistake she had made. Oh, Sorrelpaw, I am so sorry, she thought, a brief look of sadness crossing her face. But seeing the ThunderClan apprentice standing strong, and staring down those who fought with Ratnight, pride swelled in her chest, and she knew that she had been able to pass her faith to her daughter, even if Sorrelpaw had no idea that her true heritage lay within RiverClan. Larkflight glanced to her side, at the SkyClan apprentice she had befriended and allied herself with. "Ready for round two?" she asked, making sure the off-white she-cat was okay.

Ashenpaw's sides heaved as she forced herself to follow Larkflight and Grousestar. The young apprentice hadn't fought this much since play fighting in the SkyClan nursery all the way back at their old camp. Oh how she desperately wished those days were back. She hadn't been able to catch a glimpse of Cinderpaw this whole time, and sincerely hoped he was still among their growing ranks. Ears swiveling towards Larkflight, Ashenpaw met her gaze and nodded. "I'm ready," she agreeded, turning to look out among the crowd of mostly surprised ThunderClanners. She unsheathed her claws and let them sink into the soft ground below her, tensing her muscles and preparing for a fight.