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She looked at him with respect for once, "I guess no cats as bad as they seem on the outside. I hope we can learn to get along, Coldshard. We'd make a great team for arguing with Crowpaw." Her voice was also as close to fondness as it could get for now.
This annoyed him and he twitched his tail. Fondness for other clans. Never good. Never ends well.
"Ha, can Crowpaw be fond of anything other than himself!" She eyed him, she was waiting for him to blow up.
"Isn't that true?" Coldshard almost chuckled.
 
"That's what it sounds like, you sorry excuse for an apprentice," Lavenderkit glared at him, "How desperate was Starclan to accept you?" Her words and voice were hinted with bitterness.
(Maple)
Finally, Sparrowpaw decided to intervene. "Hey, kit," she growled, though not in a particularly angry way. "Respect the cats older than you, even if they're just 'sorry excuses' of apprentices." She cuffed the kit lightly, a small smirk on her face. This kitten needs to learn some manners, anyone here could eat her alive. Her tail twitched, amused at the thought.
 
(Maple)
Finally, Sparrowpaw decided to intervene. "Hey, kit," she growled, though not in a particularly angry way. "Respect the cats older than you, even if they're just 'sorry excuses' of apprentices." She cuffed the kit lightly, a small smirk on her face. This kitten needs to learn some manners, anyone here could eat her alive. Her tail twitched, amused at the thought.
Coldshard smirked too. He wished this cat had said something when the kit went and attacked him to prove she wasn't weak.
"Yeah. Don't violently attack your elders."
 
"If they are so mighty, if they can give prophecies, and give cats eight extra lives, Then what is stopping them from saving every cat?"
Heronpaw sat down and sighed, "Crowpaw, yes, they're dead." she went on softly, "They can send prophecies in dreams. Their spirits can walk next to you and guide you. They give advice to leaders and medicine cats. They can send lightning out of the sky(*cough*Mudclaw*cough*). To put it plainly, they can control natural things, they could start a fire or make lighting strike a tree. But if the fire started from an outside cause and the lighting struck without them causing it, they can't stop it. They can send rain to put the fire out, but the burning damage is still done and the tree is still felled. They can't control us, though. Battles are caused between the Clans, they'll send warnings against it, but it's our decision whether to act or not. They didn't send this sickness, but they're trying to help us find the cure." she meowed, "Any cat can think what they want, but that's my view on StarClan."
 
(Mapleclan)
Sparrowpaw observed the other cats, not choosing to join in with the arguments. She was studying them, trying to learn more about this group of cats that she would have to work together with for who knows how long. There was the snappy Forestclan tom, the sarcastic Splashclan medicine cat apprentice, the friendly Smokeclan she-cat, the whiny Smokeclan kit, Mr. Perfect in Splashclan, and her own grumpy clanmate. She licked her paw, a small smirk on her face. This might be more entertaining then she thought it was going to be.
(Spot on. *calp*)
"I NEVER SAID STARCLANDIDNT EXSIST! She is a starclan cat, you idiot!"Crowpaw hissed.
Heronpaw said gently, "No, but you did question why we can't live without them and rogues can."
 

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