((It's all cool~)) 

"A frequently changed nest and a warm companion to sleep beside would fix that," Crim meowed, "You could come with me to the mountain clan. You wouldn't have to hunt for yourself any longer, the apprentices would feed you, and you could tell stories to the kits and warriors, make them wiser about life outside the clan," she suggested.

---

Heatercomet went with Crimsonstar out of the nursery,her tail high with pride.

Wiretail snorted in disgust as she left. "I would be surprised if the kits were actually Crimsonstar's," she said, "She has been involved with every tom in the woods and then some."

---

"Orangepaw, you have worked hard and tirelessly in your quest to become a warrior, despite the business of the clan and perhaps less time of training than normal, but you have still proven yourself to be above our expectations. Do you, Orangepaw, promise to uphold he warrior code and protect your clanmates, even at the cost of your life?"

"I do," Orangepaw said, his voice hollow, even though his whiskers twitched in anticipation.

"Then from this day forward, you shall be called Orangescorch, for your tireless efforts and fiery heart," Gladestar yowled. 

"Orangescorch!" Fatepaw yowled, leading the chant in approval and pride for his brother.

Gladestar touched her nose to the new warrior's forehead and leaped off of the rock, giving him his own five minutes of fame before he too, hopped down to mingle with the others. 

"That's not the same," Crim meowed, persistently. "You are an elder, I am a runaway apprentice as far as they're concerned."

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((Possibly :3 Not likely though XD))

Wirepelt's tail twitched. "Will you go with me? To the mountian cats, I mean?" she asked, her voice pleading and desprate.

---

"Thanks, Thunderbird," Orangescorch purred, "When does my vigil start?" he asked. 

Orangescorch smiled, "Thanks Thunderbird," he purred, trotting over to the camp's entrance and sitting. The sun was, in fact, heading lower in the sky.

---

Wirepelt sighed, "You are right," she meowed, "I don't know Yellowpaw very well though, why would she come with me?"

---

"They wouldn't attack you," Crim said, "You are too old, and you pose no threat." 

"Soon," Wirepelt said, "But i'll come back for you, and we'll rescue you, and the other kits. They'll have to, isn't it in their code not to deny a kit in danger?"

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"But Arlen, they won't make you fight at all, you can even educate the younger cats, teach them more than fighting and hunting. And there are medicine cats to care for you when you're sick, and when it is your time to go, you will have all the honor of a warrior and join our ancestors in Starlclan!" Crim said. She shut her mouth promptly afterward, deciding she might sound like a preacher or something. 

"You don't need to," Crim meowed, "You have helped me, if you brought me to them, they would offer you shelter," she said smoothly, licking her paw, happy with her cleverness.

((Idk Xd foreplay!))

"Thanks, Thistlepetal," Wirepelt purred, "I won't forget this." Wirepelt took Yellowpaw quickly in her mouth and squeezed through the opening, carefully slipping out of camp, hopefully unnoticed. She took the most direct route to the border, which she crossed and then waited. It was a long distance to cover, and with fleas sapping all her energy away... She put Yellowpaw on the ground carefully and laid down around the sick kit. "You'll be all right," she promised quietly. 

((Herp~derp))

"Will you organise an evening patrol, Winterfrost?" Gladestar asked, "I want to be sure that the borders are safe." 

Crim sighed, but gave up her argument for the time being, settling into a comfortable heap of sleeping fur. "I suppose I can't force you to do something you don't like," she said after a few minutes before drowsing into sleep.

---

"That's not a bad idea at all," Gladestar meowed, "I'll take Cricketcomet, Blackheart and Fatepaw with me." 

Gladestar flattened her ears in distaste at Winterfrost. "Take your venomous words away, Winterfrost, clean the elder's den or something. I'll gather Thunderbird and Ashflight instead," she said. She went and gathered the two warriors, as promised and led them out towards the CrimsonClan border.

"Why are we on patrol again? It's only been a few minutes since the last one," Ashflight pointed out, her tail lashing with anxiety.

"You never know when Crimsonclan will try something," Gladestar answered simply.

---

Orangescorch flattened his ears in embarrassment. He was on vigil, he couldn't say anything. He raised an invisi-cat eyebrow to Wingpaw, and curled his tail around his paws. He wished he could reply to her. 

"Oh. Right. Vigil." she sighed. "Sometimes I completely forget about some warrior rules. I'm a medicine cat at heart."
---

Thunderbird purred and bounded after the group. She hadn't been on a patrol for a while now, and it was good to be out.
---

Yellowpaw yowled loudly. Her stomach growling wth her.

Orangescorch purred softly and licked Wingpaw comfortingly. He could understand how it would be easily forgotten, if you didn't have to follow them constantly. It wasn't like medicine cats had to sit vigil upon receiving their full name. They had their own set of rules from Starclan.

---

"Do you hear that?" Gladestar hissed, her ears pricking in alarm and her fur rising in hostility.

"Gladestar, it sounded like a kit," Ashflight meowed, her ears flat with worry. Surely, Gladestar didn't hate this new rimsonclan so much that she would harm a kit?

"But the scent of Crimsonclan..." Gladestar said, trailing off as she lead the patrol towards the noise.

---

"Oh! Please, do be quiet," Wirepelt pleaded, exhausted. She would never take the queen, Thistlepetal, for granted again. She heard cats coming, and she felt the sudden urge to leave the kit and sprint back to the border entirely. Then she realised that Crimsonclan would never take her back, if they had already noticed her absence. 

Thunderbird nosed her way through the bushes. She recoiled quickly because she didn't want to be seen. "It's a lone warrior with a kit,' she reported, "and she's female, although she doesn't look like a queen... she certainly isn't the mother of the kit. the kit also smells of sickness." Thunderbird felt bad for the kit and the she-cat, as they both looked sick and hungry.
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"G'bye," Wingpaw whispered, licking Orangescorch back and then dissapearing to her den. He cheeks felt hot, for some reason.

((0: Was this happening?))