As the two servants stepped out the den, the clearing was now filled with cats. News of the fight had quickly spread like a fire. Downytuft kept his head ducked, averting his amber gaze. The pair didn't speak until they made it to the worn down servants den. He let Wrenpaw slide in before following after the molly.
The familiar drafts in the den let in warm air, warming his thick fur. He scanned the small den for his friends. Whitetail was curled up, snoring gently. Twigpelt was trying to fix the patchy roof, long legs easily reaching the top. She didn't notice their entry until Wrenpaw silently padded up, prodding her with a white paw. The gray molly jumped, her paw shifting a stick and dislodging it, falling on her head.
"Great Sky, do you always startle cats like that?" Twigpelt grumbled, amusement hinted in her voice. She padded over to Downytuft, shoving him playfully. "Quit your purring, fluff ball," the molly teased him by his old nickname. Memories came back to him, when they had been kits.
  "Whatever, you've been working on this for a while?" The cream tabby asked, tipping his head in question. Twigpelt opened her mouth to respond, but a raspy voice beat her to it.
"She's been working quite hard to fix it," the elderly white tom replied. They all turned to see him sitting up in his nest. The dark gray servant dipped her head in respect.
   "Hello, Whitetail," the brown molly mewed to him. Downytuft couldn't help but wince at the blandest in her tone. The others seemed to notice it too. He sat where he was, curling his fluffy over his white paws. The two mollies sat next to him, silent taking over the den for a heartbeat. Twigpelt finally broke it.
   "So, what's all that bee-buzz about in the clearing? Ebonysplash passed by saying there was a fight." That was the wrong question to ask. Wrenpaw's amber eyes became guarded as she looked away. It took the molly a heartbeat to realize her misstep, but when she did, she gave her small ear a quick lick.
  "Was-was it about Snakepaw and Runningpaw?" Twigpelt asked, a bit awkward. The brown tabby snapped her head up, glaring at her.
"It isn't fair! Runningpaw always has to protect me while I stand there like a drowned fish! I'm just suppose stand there while that-that snowflake-heart mocks me!" Downytuft had never seen the molly so angry. Her claws sunk into dirt, shoulder fur bristling. Twigpelt flinched at her sudden hostility.
The white tom stood, padding over to the former trainee. Whitetail rested his thick tail over her shoulder."You mustn't get so worked up. Snakepaw is trying to make you angry." Wrenpaw looked up for a moment before padding to her nest, plopping down and covering her head with her white paws.
  The wise tom only sighed, facing Downytuft again. "What happened in the trainees den?" He questioned. Twigpelt nodded in agreement, resting her tail on his back. As the cream tom explained what happen, he heard muttering outside the den.  He perked his ears, gesturing for the others to stay silent.
  "Do you think they'll punish us as well?" That was Specklepaw, sounding more annoyed than nervous.
"It's Snakepaw and Runningpaw that fought, they'll probably just ask us what happened." Lakepaw, sounding anxious, answered the speckled molly.
  A hiss from the molly, "the tom has fluff in his brain, treating his sister like that." Downytuft could visualize her claws sinking into the soft ground.
A pause from the tom before asking, "and if we do get punished?"
Specklepaw sighed, "then maybe it's Sky Kingdom's willing for us too. You never know what the stars have planned for us."
  Downytuft couldn't agree more with the striker trainee's statement.
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Sorry if the chapter is kinda boring. This is just exposition, the story gets much more interesting!