Redpaw couldn't hide his giggles as Dustpaw dealt with the elders' ticks while listening to their stories. He didn't feel sorry one bit, nor did he mind that Lionpelt forced him to clean along with Dustpaw. At least he got to see Dustpaw squirm uncomfortably. By the time they had finished, Dustpaw and Redpaw were both covered in mouse bile. Dustpaw hissed in annoyance as they walked to the stream. As they were dipping their tails in, Redpaw flicked water at Dustpaw's face. "Hey! What was that for?!" Dustpaw yelped as he playfully splashed water onto Redpaw. "Trying to get you clean," Redpaw shrugged. Suddenly, a drop of rain dripped from overhead. Redpaw didn't mind, he loved the rain. So as Dustpaw ran back to the apprentice's den, Redpaw soaked in the cool rain, sighing happily. The atmosphere suddenly turned foggy, and Redpaw couldn't see anything. He decided that he should probably get inside a den. As Redpaw ran, he could hear voices following him, saying, Your clan is going to fall.
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The Shattered Clan- Book One- The Red Waters
FantasyAs Redpaw fights the uneasiness in his mind, a cat of unknown privileges appears in the midst of a dangerously important argument, one that might change the warrior clans as they know it. Honeyfrost knows Quailstar is getting restless from nightmar...
