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Mottledleaf woke up.

She stretched her legs, yawned, and trotted out of the warriors' den.

Swiftstar padded out of his den, and sat down, looking around the camp.

Pebblefoot was waiting in the middle of the clearing.

"Do you want to go hunting?" asked Pebblefoot, smiling at her.

Mottledleaf grinned back. "Sure," she responded, following him out of the entrance to the camp.

They came back around sunhigh. Pebblefoot had caught a mouse and a thrush, and Mottledleaf had a large rabbit in her jaws.

"Wonderful!" exclaimed Redapple, a pregnant queen. "More food for the Clan."

Swiftstar looked over at them. "Could you two come with me on the sunset patrol?"

((I gtg))

Swiftstar looked over at Ravenheart. "Can you go on the dawn patrol tomorrow?"

Swiftstar nodded. "Good. Have you hunted today?"

"Hey, I'll come with you." Swiftstar said, following her out of camp.

Swiftstar followed after her slowly, but smelled another prey scent, and veered towards it.

Swiftstar saw a bird pecking the ground and got ready to leap.

Mottledleaf curled up next to Pebblefoot in the warriors' den. They shared their fresh-kill.

"Thank StarClan it's greenleaf," purred Pebblefoot. "We haven't caught this much prey in moons! WindClan must be one of the best-fed Clans here, if we aren't THE best-fed."

((Are we by the forest or the lake?))

Mottledleaf purred back at Pebblefoot. He was such a great cat... She couldn't imagine what she would do without him.

"Mottledleaf, Pebblefoot," called Swiftstar. "Could you two come with me on the sunset patrol?" ((Reference to previous post))

"Sure," meowed Pebblefoot. "Who do you want to come with us?"

The calico tom looked thoughtful. "Take... Sedgewhisker, Morningrose, and Whitewind. Oh, and keep an eye out for any RiverClan patrols, okay? I think they've been stealing prey lately."

With that, Swiftstar trotted into his den momentarily and was gone.

Mottledleaf saw Ravenheart coming after him, and a moment later, Swiftstar came back out of his den to talk to her.

She bristled. She did not like the sleek black she-cat; Ravenheart seemed a little to fond of Pebblefoot for Mottledleaf to be comfortable with.

"What are you scowling at?" asked Pebblefoot, swishing his tail back and forth. "Come on. Our patrol is waiting."

Swiftstar, Sedgewhisker, Morningrose, and Whitewind where waiting at the entrance to camp.

"Okay," mewed Mottledleaf, brushing aside her bitter thoughts for the black she-cat. "Let's go."

((Thanks for rping my charrie!))

Swiftstar nodded, and led the way out of the camp. "We'll start at the ShadowClan border."

((chu are welcome))

Swifstar raced through the moorland, and headed for the border.

The patrol marked the border quickly, and headed back for camp.

Swiftstar slipped back into camp, and the patrol followed close behind. He noticed Ravenheart, and padded over to her. "Hey. Want to go on the sunrise patrol?"

Swiftstar looked at at her, puzzled. "Whats wrong?"

Swiftstar sighed. ((Sorry, I had to go for a few minutes, and i have to go again in 30 minutes))

As the patrol renewed the scent markers on the ShadowClan border, Pebblefoot noticed there was something wrong with Mottledleaf.

"What's up?" e said warmly, brushing his speckled tail across her flank. "You seem upset."

"Oh, nothing," she lied.

"It's Ravenheart, isn't it?" he mewed "Why are you so agitated with her?"

Her jaw dropped. "How did you know?" she asked.

He shrugged. "You always seem edgy around her. But why?"

Swiftstar sat near his den.

She looked in his eyes and saw love there. "She likes you too much," she mewed indignantly.

"Oh, c'mon," snorted Pebblefoot. "It's okay for a cat to have friends."

"But she doesn't want to be your friend," protested Mottledleaf, "she wants to be your mate."

"You think she's going to take your place," mewed Pebblefoot, a flicker of humor in his eyes.

Mottledleaf's ears felt hot. She was embarrassed.

"Give Ravenheart a chance," advised the gray tom. "She's new to the Clan. She must feel lonely." He twined his tail with hers. "She's a really sweet cat."

"Fine," said Mottledleaf. "Race you to the top of that hill over there!"

The patrol came back into the clearing. Everyone looked ready to plop down and fall asleep.

"Hey, Sedgewhisker," called Frostynose. "You wanna go on a hunting patrol with us? The fresh kill pile is getting low, and--"