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It's quiet. Stormpaw's ear flicks as she raises her head to glance around the other sleeping bodies in their makeshift camp. It's strange—she realizes—how different this feels from a Clan. There is no leader, hardly any order apart from the respect other warriors had for each other. She had never known that such a lifestyle could be possible. Where would they all be if not for some strong paw above them to guide them? Maybe how she had been raised was all wrong. Maybe cats of other Clans could live among themselves with harmony.
There were a few cats she did not like—any SkyClan cat in particular would catch Stormpaw's ire because she liked very little of them. That was only because she had been raised properly to know that true Clan cats had true names, not some Twoleg jumble or no suffix. If any Clan did not deserve to be called a Clan, it would be SkyClan, but still it seemed, StarClan watched over them, even forcing a ThunderClan cat to save one of their apprentices.
Stormpaw felt her teeth grit against each other as she thought about Little Wolf's death again. Unable to handle the welling of emotions, she abruptly got up and slunk away from the sleeping cats. She had never been good at night-hunting, but if anyone asked what she was doing—she did not owe them her business. They were not her leader or mentor anyway.
There were a few cats she did not like—any SkyClan cat in particular would catch Stormpaw's ire because she liked very little of them. That was only because she had been raised properly to know that true Clan cats had true names, not some Twoleg jumble or no suffix. If any Clan did not deserve to be called a Clan, it would be SkyClan, but still it seemed, StarClan watched over them, even forcing a ThunderClan cat to save one of their apprentices.
Stormpaw felt her teeth grit against each other as she thought about Little Wolf's death again. Unable to handle the welling of emotions, she abruptly got up and slunk away from the sleeping cats. She had never been good at night-hunting, but if anyone asked what she was doing—she did not owe them her business. They were not her leader or mentor anyway.