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Rainpaw
Ever since his second Gathering, something about that RiverClan tom seemed all too familiar. His father had said the tom wasn't related, but that RiverClanner said they were! It was confusing, he had to find the information out for himself if his dad wasn't going to say any more about it.
This is going to get me into trouble... but I have to find the answers.
Many nights have been restless, but Rainpaw intended to get his life back on track. If going to the RiverClan border was going to help him with that, it was worth the risk of getting into trouble. It was worth the risk of doing chores.
If my memory serves me right, RiverClan's border with us is this way... Trudging out into the silent forest was very scary, his sisters had gotten lost doing this.
But this is different. I'm different. My sisters were reckless kits. I stayed in camp during my kithood, I know the borders now. My sisters didn't know it.
The moon's bright light lit the forest up in a dark blue hue, his paw pads stung on the cold forest floor. Puffing out his fur, the young tom let out a shiver, sighed, and continued forward. ThunderClan's camp was soon to be behind him.
There's no turning back now. I have to find out who I am. This is the only way.
Once he caught the scent of the fish-eating Clan, Rainpaw gagged but continued on.
I'm getting close. Perhaps I should stop at the river, there's no need to step over the border. RiverClan and ThunderClan are enemies, I don't want to cause more trouble than I already am. Spotting a familiar silhouette, the young tom perked his ears and waved his tail in the RiverClanner's direction.
"Hey! Hello? Can you come over here?" his tone was a little quiet, his voice sounded off due to his attempt at trying to wake up.
"I'm Rainpaw! We met at the Gathering? My father was- um... he was denying being your son! I've come to get some answers!"
I must be mouse-brained to think a RiverClanner's words are the truth. They're full of liars. But nevertheless, Rainpaw continued to stand his ground.
I guess it's all or nothing. Swiping his tail to his side, the young ThunderClanner ruffled the light brown tuft of fur on his forehead and waited to see what the RiverClanner would do.
Yep, I'm mouse-brained.
A Thrush lands in a Pond, settling the Rain
