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Falconfeather stared at her apprentice. This. Was. Not. Happening. Tigerpaw was not making a fool of herself. Tigerpaw was not trying to help a kittypet join. Tigerpaw was not talking back to Dawnstar. She repeated it to herself over and over again, trying to convince herself that it was true. She could care less about Duskfern, whoever that was, but this involved her. In a way. If her apprentice got in trouble, it could be linked back to Falconfeather, and she certainly didn't want to get in trouble for being a bad mentor or something else mouse-brained.
Slinking over to the group she listened silently for another moment. Was the kittypet- Pippa, apparently- actually comfortable with Dawnstars rejection? Was she really that much of a weakling?
Pathetic. Stepping out of the shadows cast by a particularly tall pine, Falconfeather finally spoke. "Tigerpaw, why are you helping this kittypet?" She hoped her disgusted glance at Pippa was convincing enough to disguise her thought.
Why is she so determined to let Pippa join? And deeper inside a different question surfaced,
Does she like her more than me?
With a sudden realization, the tabby she-cat spun around to face Dawnstar. "So sorry about my apprentice." More hesitantly she meowed, "And interrupting your conversation. I just couldn't understand the fact that Tigerpaw is helping a random kittypet." With a smirk that hopefully hid her uncertainty, she added, "Though I can't help but understand why she came to us first."
After all, Shadowcln is the best. With loyal and cunning cats, it was completely true.
As long as she doesn't try to kill anyone. Falconfeather cast a nervous glance at Dawnstar and waited for the leader to speak.