Tutelasoul repeated her new name over and over inside her head - Tutelasoul...I'm finally a warrior! My StarClan, it's actually happened! She could sleep in the warriors den now...after her vigil, of course...she did a little leap of happiness; she couldn't help herself. She showed no emotion on her face, except for her eyes - they were sparkling with uncontainable happiness.
Jaggedpine looked over at Tutelasoul. She looked very happy. He smiled and looked back at Duskstar, waiting for her to end the meeting. He scented the air. There was something strange about it. There was a different scent. WindClan? He shook his head. He sniffed again. The scent was still there. He looked over at Timbersong. "Do you smell that?" he asked.
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I am Jaggedpine. Just thought I should let you know.
Duskstar smiled down at her former apprentice, but then her face turned grave. "I have one more piece of news. A group of StarClan cats came to me during my patrol, and they warned that we had one moon to escape the area, or we would all be killed by some unknown danger. The other clans must escape it too, but I don't know how we will convince them... It will be hard, but I believe in all the warrior clans and the warrior code. We'll get out of this somehow."
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"If he dies, then it will be God's will."
"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."
"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."
"That was not comforting either!"
"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."
Jaggedpine tried to listen, but the scent of WindClan was all that he could think about. He really just wanted Duskstar to end the meeting. He began to grow tense. WindClan was getting closer. He thought about Duskstar's patrol and what she said that she saw. He thought that it would get his mind off of the WindClan scent. How would they get the other clans to come with them? He growled in frustration.
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I am Jaggedpine. Just thought I should let you know.
Duskstar stopped, about to dismiss the meeting, but a strange sent flitted through her nostrils. "WindClan..." she almost growled. The cats below heard, but they stayed quiet. She flicked her tail for them to stay silent, and yowled, "WINDCLAN! I know you're out there! Show yourself!" A patrol of cats was heard pushing through the undergrowth, almost blundering, and a few cats' eyes could be seen through the bushes. Her fur bristled, and many of the cats below also grew angry, unsheathing claws.
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"If he dies, then it will be God's will."
"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."
"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."
"That was not comforting either!"
"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."
Timbersong shrieked. She let her claws slide out, bracing herself for an attack. If they wanted one, they'd get one. ThunderClan may not be strong yet, but they were ready for an attack. "WindClan!" she said, snorting. "So mouse-brained of them to sneak up on us while the wind blew their scent towards us. Ha, they probably don't know how to hide, eating rabbits all day." She crouched down and waited for them to come out.