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[Wolfstar]

Everyone knows the story in the five clans, but no one believes it. Everyone thinks it's just a lesson to not leave their territory. For now, everyone goes on as usual. It's a sunny and peaceful day for the clans, but even the calmest of days can turn into something different.

[Shadow Sharpfang]

Sitting atop a tree in the territory of his home, Oakclan, Hollowpaw was musing over something. "Hm... Possibly, but the chance is low, considering their size..." He mumbled to himself, blue-green eyes out of focus and distant looking. He was over-thinking something silly, which was common for him. This time, he was wondering if a warrior could chase a squirrel into a hole in a tree. The forest he resided in with his clan was usually very peaceful, and made for a nice place to think while remaining undisturbed. He enjoyed it here, alone in the trees, much more than he ever would with another cat.

Meanwhile, in Willowclan, a very different apprentice was being her usual snappy self. "Uh, excuse me? I did not skip out on cleaning the elder's den last week! It's your turn," Mintpaw grumbled to another apprentice before storming away. "Just ask my mentor, he'll prove you wrong!" Then she stalked defiantly over to the apprentices den and plopped into her nest with an annoyed huff, a grumpy look on her face. She hated when the others though she was lying, or when the others thought bad of her in general. She was just defending herself by shouting at that other apprentice. There was no way she'd be caught cleaning out the stinky old elder's den if she didn't have to.

In Birchclan, the atmosphere was much calmer. Icepetal was watching as some kits played, a content look on her face. "Hey, Icepetal! Look at me!" One kit chirped before wriggling his haunches and pouncing, probably imagining a mouse under his paws.
Icepetal chuckled. "Well done, Leafkit, you'll make a good hunter."
"What about me, Icepetal?" A she-kit asked, copying her brother.
She smiled. "You too, Skykit. You'll both be fantastic warriors," She purred. She enjoyed watching the kits tumble about when she had free time on her paws.

"I suggest you stop fooling around," an icy voice suggested, eyes glowing with annoyance. "You want to become warriors, right? The only warriors I see you two becoming at this rate are dead ones. Shape up." Dawnscar was watching two apprentices train in Cedarclan's territory, closely scrutinizing them.
"Y-yes, Dawnscar!" The apprentices quickly obeyed, eyes sparkling with fear of the tom.
He nodded. "Good." Then he got up and padded away, heading back into camp, where he settled down with a mouse.
"You shouldn't be so rough with them," a she-cat commented, walking over to him.
"They won't learn if they're treated like newborn kits," Dawnscar answered, voice monotonous and face void of expression.

And then, in Ashclan, a certain sly she-cat was being her usual teasing self. "Heya, snow-face." Burningsky greeted a white-furred tom, grinning. "What brings you back from the arctic, hm?"
"Oh, shut it, Burningsky." The tom snapped.
"Aw, I'm just joking," she purred, smiling. "No need to get so angry." Then she got up and walked away before he could answer, snickering happily. She enjoyed this quite a bit.

[Wolfstar]

As the sun climbed up higher in the sky, a breeze went through the forest, making some cats enjoy the cool breeze or shiver from something they couldn't understand. Of course, even if all the clans were enjoying the peace and going about their lives, only five of them continuously had work to do.

[Shadow Sharpfang]

Hollowpaw climbed down from his perch and made his way carefully to the ground. He sighed and stretched. "I suppose I'll bring this up later. I ought to be getting back to camp." He mewed. He talked to himself quite a bit, and not only when he was alone. He often caught others casting him odd glances as he paced around camp, mumbling things, deep in thought. He didn't really care though, their thoughts didn't bother him.

Mintpaw soon reluctantly dragged herself back out from her nest as her stomach growled at her. She grumbled angrily as though in response, then sighed, forcing herself to relax. She crept over to the pile of prey and snatched a mouse, then eagerly dug into her meal.

Icepetal had to leave the kits soon after, the deputy requesting she depart on a patrol. She happily accepted and waved her tail in farewell to the young cats before trotting over to the group she was to check the borders with. She nodded to them and they left the camp, chatting as they walked.

Dawnscar finished his meal, but didn't move from his place, content to watch his clanmates go about their daily business as he had nothing better to do at the time.

Burningsky was sitting down, looking around, searching for someone suitable for poking fun at. No one interesting looked to be around at the moment, and she groaned, bored. She decided she'd pass the time by hunting and made her way lazily out of camp, flicking her golden tail.

[Wolfstar]

In Birchclan territory, a blue-grey tom walked around. A scar on his cheek and one on the inside of his right leg. He walked around without a care, knowing what would happen if he was found. With a few words said under his breath, he looked around and wondered how everyone was.

In Ashclan territory, a black tom was sitting in a tree. The only things that stood out was his white 'mask,' his front white left paw, hind right paw, and the white tip on his fluffy tail. His eyes were closed as he listened to everything that was happening. The chatter from the clans, the breeze, the falling leaves. All he was were ears and eyes, because he only moves when needed.

[Shadow Sharpfang]

Icepetal broke away from the group, deciding they would split up to cover more ground faster. She sniffed along the border, making sure the scents were fresh as she passed. All seemed peaceful, which pleased her. She didn't like battle.

Burningsky caught the familiar scent of prey and began tracking it down, mouth opened slightly to enhance her senses. She heard scuffling and dropped into a crouch, creeping forward slowly, waiting for the right moment. Closer, closer, and then she bunched up her muscles and pounced, killing the small creature with a swift bite to the neck. As she lifted her head, mouse hanging limp from her jaws, she realized she smelled something much less appetizing. There was another cat around, from what she could tell. She flicked her tail, wondering who else was out and about.

[Wolfstar]

He scented prey and his stomach growled. The tom knew he couldn't, but he also hasn't eaten in awhile. In a few moments, he decided that one little mouse couldn't hurt, and went to find his meal. Of course, he was quiet and cautious as he did so.

The black tom's gaze swept over the territory before him, spotting a she-cat a few fox-lengths away. He noted her golden and brown marked pelt. He felt like he's seen her before, then reminded himself he was thinking of the five that he remembered. His head turned when he heard a yowl not too far off, which was quickly cut off. The tom flicked his tail and nodded, knowing a traitor was found and killed in Oakclan.

[Shadow Sharpfang]

Once she confirmed all the scent markers in her area were fresh, she went to locate the others.

Burningsky shrugged. She didn't really care, she was more interested in hunting. She buried what she had caught and started looking for other prey.

Hollowpaw soon grew restless sitting in camp. He didn't have any training that day, so he was mostly free to do as he wished. He quickly ensured that the elders were fed and that there were no nests to be cleaned, and then once again he left the camp, back into the forest of oak trees.

Mintpaw was lazing around camp, wondering where her mentor was off to.

Dawnscar decided to do a solo patrol and rose to his paws, padding out of camp again.

[Wolfstar]

The tom found a mouse and quickly caught it, eating it quickly before burying the remains of the mouse before continuing on his way.

The black and white marked tom watched as she continued her hunting. He flicked his tail in thought, then shook his head. "No no, not yet."

A patch of ground was soaked in blood in Oakclan territory, and a body laid in the middle of the crimson puddle. Beside it, a dark brown tom stood, his brown paws soaked in blood as well. "One down, a whole pawful to go. Now what was he going to commit?" He sat down thinking, his tail waving from side to side. "Killing the leader, then deputy...including the apprentices. What else?"

[Shadow Sharpfang]

While Hollowpaw was walking he picked up the sickening stench of blood. He wrinkled his nose, stopping in his tracks. "Blood..." He murmured. "Someone hunting? No, that wouldn't cause this much of a smell... A murder, then? It's a strong possibility. But what do I do about it? If I investigate, I may also be killed, but should I flee then the perpetrator will escape..." He shook his head. "No time to fret about that. I should worry about my own hide at the moment." He looked around, quietly scaling the nearest tree.

[Wolfstar]

"...and start creating clan wars..so the usual evil cat." He shook his head and looked around before picking the body up by the scruff. "I'll throw Hailshade into the ditch like usual." Throwing the dead tom onto his back, he started walking. He didn't care if he was found with the body, he didn't care at all.

[Shadow Sharpfang]

Hollowpaw perched on a branch, eyes closed so he could focus on his sense of smell and hearing. He heard paw-steps and smelled a cat, but it wasn't a familiar scent. He flicked an ear, wondering what he should do.

[Wolfstar]

The brown tom stopped, looking around as he felt the grass tough his black stomach. He could tell someone was near him, so he decided to wait.

[Shadow Sharpfang]

He got up and cautiously hopped into another tree, looking around for the source of the blood and whatever might have caused what he was assuming had been a death.

[Wolfstar]

With a flick of his tail, he started walking again towards his destination.

[Shadow Sharpfang]

He sensed movement and spotted a cat walking a ways away. He crouched low and began murmuring to himself again, but his voice was almost inaudible this time. He wasn't sure how to react to the situation.

Icepetal told the others she'd go back to camp alone and decided to go for a walk.

Burningsky was still hunting.

Dawnscar was sitting in the shade, eyes closed.

[Wolfstar]

He stopped again and looked around, starting to get annoyed. "I know you're watching me, come here." He called, putting the body down and looking around again. "If you don't, I'll find you myself!"

The blue-grey tom spotted a stream in the Birchclan territory and went for a few. He loved the cool waters and it's been awhile since he last swam.

[Shadow Sharpfang]

Hollowpaw flinched. Great, so he'd been found out by the crazy murderer. Neck fur bristling, he slowly climbed down from the tree, ears swivelled backwards and lowered slightly. He didn't really have much of a choice, as far as he could tell.

Icepetal decided to walk to the stream and get a drink, she approached the water's edge, unaware of the tom swimming nearby, and lowered her nose to the rushing water. The water was cold on her tongue, and refreshed her nicely.

[Wolfstar]

The tom's gaze landed on the apprentice when he climbed down. "An apprentice, a smart one at that." He muttered and sat down. "Tell me, do you know this tom? He's from your clan and he's called Hailshade." he asked.

[Shadow Sharpfang]

Considering he hadn't been attacked yet, Hollowpaw decided it was best for him to cooperate. He eyed the dead tom. "Hailshade? Hm, name doesn't sound familiar. Face doesn't ring a bell either, though perhaps I saw him around camp once or twice. No one important, at least to me." His face was completely void of any emotion, and his voice was just as monotonous. Then his eyes lit up with recognition. "Wait, I may have heard his name, actually. Wasn't he an exile? Murdered some OakClanners? It didn't seem like relevant information at the time so I disbanded it, I would assume I'm incorrect."