Mallowpaw
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Mallowpaw had been dozing in the apprentice den when Bumblestar's angry call cut through the fog of her dreams. She scrambled to her paws, her mind trying to process what was happening. A clan meeting. It hadn't been a half moon since the last one, had it? And considering the Bumblestar's tone, something must have happened. Something that warranted an immediate announcement. And this time it wasn't the proclamation of the new medicine cats. Had another high rank died? Was Bumblestar declaring war on another clan?
By the time Mallowpaw had emerged, bleary-eyed, from the den and sat in front of the Stormcrest, Bumblestar had already begun her announcement. Even before she could register what the leader was saying, her eyes were drawn to splatters of blood on her pelt, reminding her of the speck of crimson she had seen on her paw during the meeting when Springlight's death was announced. Someone had died today; the only question was whether it was a clanmate or an enemy.
It was a clanmate. Two, to be more accurate. Appleleap and Fleckpaw; not cats she had ever really interacted with, but they were her clanmates. The latter had slept in the same den as her. And now they were both dead, killed by a pack of coyotes due to Darkecho's apparent negligence. He had been exiled for that. It was a harsh punishment, but if his actions had caused the deaths of two cats, a fair one.
ThunderClan was in lockdown. No cat could leave camp without the permission of Bumblestar, Spiderthroat or a Hornet. It shouldn't affect her training at least; that was one of the perks of having a Hornet for a mentor. A good thing; she couldn't let her training get any more behind than it already was. But then, if it affected the other apprentices' training as well, it wouldn't really matter so much.
Anyone who left camp unauthorised would be demoted or exiled, and if they let someone in their group get hurt, Bumblestar might give them the same injury in punishment. The warning made her gut roil; what if Wolfhive got hurt while he was training her? Would she fulfil the threat and hurt an apprentice? She didn't think so, but there was always the possibility. Wolfhive was her son after all, and Mallowpaw was warrior-aged. She should be able to defend him (a strange thought; not long ago, she couldn't defend herself) if necessary.