Goosepaw emerged from the water in the chill of the night. He carried a little crayfish in his jaws, a midnight snack. He was trying to clear his anxious head, which was becoming increasingly harder since his every thought was interrupted by a particular ginger she-cat. He appreciated the much-needed quiet and the soft chirping of the crickets. He shook out his soft fur, droplets of water cascading into the sky. It was too cloudy to see the band of stars that represented fallen warriors, but he expected nothing more. As an apprentice, he had been filled in of the events of the last gathering. It scared the daylights out of him, but he had to move on down on Earth, where his Clan needed him. A whiff of ThunderClan scent lingered in the air around the silver pointed tom, reminding him of their very recent victory against their mangy rival clan. He marked another RiverClan scent on the rocks with a smile. A pang of guilt hit him. Despite their crimes, was it necessary to drive them from their homes? He brushed the thought off. It was the middle of greenleaf, they could easily find their own food some way.
Somehow, he had the feeling the feeling his moment of peace was going to be over soon.
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