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Newtface had almost broken down in tears and wails once he had been assigned to patrol the Thunderpath. To make matters worse, he had to take along three cats, two of which he desperately didn't want to bring with him: Tansyheart and Minnowcall. Tansyheart was the she-cat who had tried to engage herself in conversation with him earlier. Her attempts had failed. It had only made Newtface far grumpier that day. Then, there was Minnowcall. She had witnessed Rosepetal's death on the Thunderpath when she had been an apprentice, but she hadn't saved her. Silentpaw could've saved her, too, but no... they just had to stare with their jaws dropped open like sitting ducks on a lazy day. Whenever he thought about it, he felt a warm rush of anger go through him from the tip of his ears to the tip of his tail. If he had been there, then he would've saved her. Rosepetal could've been padding beside him on the patrol, they could've trained their apprentices together, she could've been nursing his kits, and he could've watched them grow. Stifling a rough sigh, the tom continued to lead the patrol through ShadowClan's murky yet familiar territory.

He hadn't said anything the entire patrol, he had only flicked his tail to signify them that it was time to leave. Dawnpaw was there with them, and the apprentice hadn't done anything wrong, but Newtface didn't care. As he neared the Thunderpath, he glanced over his shoulder at his little patrol. He assumed that they'd already know what to do, so he flicked his tail again to let them know to start checking for any signs of trouble, and he went off on his own way to check the border. The last thing he wanted to was be here. Why couldn't they have patrolled the other border, or gone hunting instead?

Minnowcall who had been walking in the back of the patrol to stay as far away from Newtface, she wasn't mad at him, she had easy to forgive. But she stayed away because she where sure he wanted her to.

Once they got near the Thunderpath and Newtface went his way she started heading even closer to the eadge of the Thunderpath. She slowly walked next to the Thunderpath looking around. So far she couldn't see anything that seemed wrong or out of place.

Tansyheart followed Newtface silently. She dared not disturb the tense peace, especially when it was clear he was thinking about Rosepaw. After trying to make conversation with him a few sunrises ago, she had decided it would be best to let him be and talk to him when he was ready to open up. When he flicked his tail, signalling them to disperse and check the border, she lingered for a moment, watching his retreating form as he trotted off to do his job.

Dawnpaw bounded along with the small Shadowclan patrol. She felt like she was the only one with spirit, but she didn't care. She sped her pace up a bit to fall in step with her mentor. She wrinkled her nose as they approached the Thunderpath, it's foul smell flooding her nose. She strayed a bit near the Thunderpath, but quickly took herself a few tail lengths more into Shadowclan territory. She watched as Newtface strayed from the group.