HawkClan Entrance

"Hey!" Briarpaw responds quickly and continues to groom her back. She takes a quick glance at Luckypaw.

Luckypaw stopped off at the fresh kill pile picking up two mice for herself. "Hungry?" She said with a mouthful of fur.

"No, I'm fine." Briarpaw answers to Luckypaw. She doesn't have a big appetite at all. She eats a little bit of food each day.

Lucky shrugged as she sat down and nibbled on her mouse.

Briarpaw watches Luckypaw eat for a little moment. She doesn't say anything and keeps grooming her pelt.

A small, short-legged shape appeared at the mouth of the medicine cat's den. Shortpaw's long, pale ginger and white pelt in unkept knots and her pretty hazel green eyes were dull. Blood every now and then trickled from the small felines mouth and nose, but she simply wiped it away as if it happened a lot. Shortpaw had lost a lot of weight, and looked very thin, her ribs and spine showing. Pieces of moss were stuck in her fur.

Luckypaw looked up to see Shortpaw a wide smile almost formed before she took in the details of her smaller companion. Looking at her extra mouse did she bound over, "eat... You need it." she mowed softly but said in a firm voice. Sitting closer did she start to groom the pale cream she cats pelt.

Her head hung from her exhaustion. "Im not hungry" she said her voice very gravely.

"eat. Or your gonna starve and be in the medicine cats den! That would delay your Warrior ceremony," the black and white she cat said between strokes of her tongue.

Shortpaw didnt say anything, nor did she do anything dispite the truth in the shecat's words.

Frostfang's tail tip twitched back and forth as he waited for something to happen. He stiffened as he saw Shortpaw. She looked worse than when she went in the medicine cat's den! the tom stared for a second before a shiver went down his spine and he had to look away.

Fallingpaw stalked into camp, an angry look on the cats normally shy and quiet face. She looked like she could tear apart a fox. She immediately sat and laid down in a corner, tail thrashing as she growled under her breath.

Blood trickled down the small she-cat's nose. She looked utterly horrible and defeated. She looked broken and hard to look at from her frail, boney frame and her knotted pelt.

"Please Shortpaw just eat something!" Luckypaw whined as she pushed the mouse closer to her friend, "o-or just say something, anything! I'm here to listen.." the she cat asked softly as she looked at her dead looking friend.

The ashy pelted deputy would stay where he was at the center of camp. His orange hues would turn toward his former apprentice and he would blink once before looking away and stretch himself out before turning his gaze to allt he apprentices and he would spak to himself.-"I'm the only warrior in camp..."

Frostfang looked around camp, all apprentices accept for Ashpelt and himself. The small tom glared at the deputy, wondering if he even felt bad about what he'd done.

He had his deputyship back after being put to his puishments. he did everything Amberstar told him to do without question. He knew he was hated but all he did was return the glare towards the warrior known as FrostFang. His eyes seemed to have a messaage in them. ~I do feel bad. Starclan may judge me~-

Briarpaw walks closer to Shortpaw and attempts to groom her pelt to make it better. As Briarpaw tries to groom her friend's pelt, she sees Frostfang and gives him a warm smile. She then looks back at Shortpaw.

FlamingGlare walked back into camp, he stopped to stretch out then walk to the fresh-kill pile. Shuffling around did he grin widely at the prize hare in his jaws. Looking around for a she-cat that seemed not to be here did he frown slightly but just sat and waited, eyes fixated on the entrance.

He took his eyes off of the other warrior andhe sighed seeing FlamingGlare at the camp's entrance. He padded over and offered a soft smile and simply said-"Hey...."-his words were hidden by fear.-

The large warrior looked at the voice whom spoke to him. He turned his head slowly but betrayed nothing but a warm glow in his eyes, "im sorry..." he said without looking at him.

"No... You have nothing to be sorry for. I attacked you out of anger and forced another warrior to help when i thought i was gonna lose. Not only was that cowardly but i ruined another warrior's reputation."-he said softly, sitting down curling his tails around his paws as he stood beside the much larger warrior-

"Perhaps but that didn't mean I had to hold a grudge. We maybe able to be friends once more..." he meowed as he sifted to tuck his paws under his chest.

"FlamingGlare, We have to admit that even Starclan would be against me by now. I was proud to have trained with the help of multiple warriors, including you. I let my arrogence get the best of me. Our friendship could never be revived."-he said shifting his paws under his chest, his extra long whiskers moving around on his cheeks-

"Sometimes people change... Life never has rules. You do what you please though it doesn't make it right all the time. StarClan judge all they want on the cats they watch but they never know the whole cat, only judging a cat on the outside and never getting to know the inside." The brown gold tom replied though he looked up and grind sheepishly, "Learn to laugh at your mistakes, life has many things in store for us, learn Ashpelt. That will only help you redeem your self," FlamingGlare said as a smile caressed itself upon his features, almost making him like at small carefree kit that wondered the world and questioned life.