When Coldpaw went back into the camp he found his brother, Harepaw, all soaking wet, he seemed to be shivering

"Hey Harepaw!" He called to his brother. The black and white tom looked up.

"Hi Coldpaw, so what did you think of the gathering?" He said, his heavy, wet head to the side.

"I don't know, it would of been better if you were there." Coldpaw walked over to the fresh-kill pile, clutching a small rabbit in his jaws. Just then Deadpaw walked over to them.

"Oh hey Coldpaw, Harepaw, Nightshadow said I should go and eat," Deadpaw said taking a small Robin

"So, did you change your mind about being a medicine cat?" Coldpaw asked taking a bite into the rabbit's fur.

"No, I made a choice and now I'm going to stick with it." Deadpaw said closing her eyes slightly.

"That's Deadpaw, always sticking to her choices." Harepaw smirked, licking his paw trying to get the water off of him.

"And that's Harepaw, hating water," Deadpaw retorted, then taking a bite into the small bird.

"Hey, I know! Let's try and guess what our warrior names would be. Deadpaw's might be Deadclaw, because you stick to you decisions and you won't try to stop to complete them,"

"Yeah, just like yours might be Harebrain, or maybe Harepool because you don't like water and you're a Harebrain," Deadpaw said triumphantly.

"Hey!" Harepaw exclaimed.

"Its true though," Deadpaw muttered under her breath.

"What did you just say?!" Harepaw said coiling his ears down his hackles up ready to pounce.

"I said its true," Deadpaw said louder her voice reaching across the camp. When she opened her eye slightly Harepaw pounced. Harepaw bit her forepaw playfully, Deadpaw poked Harepaw in the side, then a brown she-cat walked over.

"You two are acting like kits, what are you doing anyway?!" It was Mudwisker, Coldpaw's mother.

"Sorry, we were just playing around and, you know, practicing our battle moves." Harepaw explained.

"Yeah, well try to do it quietly next time, and for that you will be cleaning Longtooth for ticks!" She looked at Harepaw her green eyes locked on him. "And as for you!" She looked at Deadpaw who was now sitting up eyes on the ground. "I never expected this from you! You will be-" she got cut off by Dirtspot.

"Take it easy, it was just one argument." Dirtspot said her warm gentle blue eyes on Deadpaw and Harepaw.

"But they scared off any prey that the Hunting-Patrol could of caught!" Mudwisker said her striped tail flicking back and fourth.

"And what's done is done, besides tomorrow we won't even be eating prey its the migration." The brown she-cat reasoned. "You've done it before, so you know."

Mudwisker was stunned, it took awhile for her to answer, then she finally said, "fine, but you will both have to help carry the kits, and make the morning preparations, and clean the elders ticker once you have a chance." Mudwisker said much calmer.

"Okay," the two said, then they dipped their heads to Dirtspot and went to their dens to sleep.

Coldpaw's belly still rumbled, but he was more sleepy than hungrey, just as he was about to go to the apprentices den but Dirtspot stopped him.

"You probably want to put back the unfinished prey back into the pile, I wouldn't want Mudwisker to shout at you too."

"Kay," Coldpaw quickly put the prey back and then bounced off into the apprentices den.

OMSC!(OH MY STARCLAN!) I just realized how confusing the text is, not only that, but other than that the

spelling is terrible! On top of that I haven't been updating! *faints**magicly wakes up several hours

later*Oh, and I may or may not be making a story about BreezeClan, and SkyClan, how does the

title"Together United" sound, also apparently WindClan digs tunnels like BreezeClan, but BreezeClan is

different okay. BYE!