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Maplestar stiffened even further, if it was possible. "A kittypet?" he mewed softly, "You are mates with a kittypet? You disappoint me, Hollyfire. I had high hopes for you." The large tom turned cold amber eyes on Wheatley and hissed, "Leave WingClan. Now. Thistlefrost, Silverpelt, excort this... kittypet... to our borders." The leader turned and stalked to his den, anger showing in every controlled step.

Briarrose nodded slowly in agreement, then froze as she realized who was talking. Giving the tom a look of pure annoyance, the warrior tossed her head and replied loftily, "Maybe. Now go do what Maplestar said and get rid of this cat."

Hollyfire bows her head "Im sorry that I've disapointed you and the clan...." She straightens herself up and puts on a mask of nothingness, only her eyes showing her sadness.

Thistlefrost was watching Briarrose and saw the small nod before she had her cool air back. A small chuckle escaped him, his silver eyes glittering with an unreadable light. "As you wish, Briarrose," he mewed, his voice making it clear that he was mocking her. "And don't worry, I'll be back soon enough." Thistlefrost then moved away, her white tail waving in farewell as he made his way towards Hollyfire and the kittypet, his light leaving his gaze and his smile fading. "Come on, kittypet. It's time for you to go," he mewed, his voice unually curt as he flicked his tail. He didn't even look at Hollyfire, but whether it was out of pity or disgust it was impossible to tell.

Mosspaw flicked her tail and she took a deep breath, rising to her paws. She walked over to her mentor, eyes confused and unhappy. She stood right in front of her, swallowing before speaking. "Will you still see him?" she demanded, but her voice was quiet and uncertain, and she wasn't sure if anyone else other than her mentor had even heard. That one question was many combined though... Would she continue to break the Warrior Code? Would she continue to shirk her duty to devote her time and effort to the Clan? ...Would she continue to put this kittypet in front of her Clanmates?

Hollyfire sighs "I.....I will not....not at the moment, I have broken Warrior code... I've also been neglecting you and the clan, It will take awhile but I will need to work you earn every cats trust in Wingclan." She looks Mosspaw in the eyes "You deserve a better mentor then me... From now on I will teach you without distractions.....If you still want me as your mentor that is... "

Mosspaw's tail flicked as she picked out a few certain words that made her wary. '...not at the moment...' So she'd go back to him.... Mosspaw sighed. "Of course I still want you as a mentor..." she murmured softly. Then she turned and made her way back into the crowd. She glanced at Maplestar's den, wondering what exactly was going to happen to Hollyfire, though... Shaking out her fur, she gave a small sigh. She was looking forward to gathering herbs with Hailstorm...it'd take her mind off of everything.

Silverpelt huffed, grudgingly leaving Angelwing's side to meet Thistlefrost to escort the kittypet out of the territory. He gazed at the kittypet curiously, his tail flicking.

Wheatley, wanting more than anything to just defend the right he had to be with her, shook his head sadly, knowing that his dismal skills would have no use to warriors like these. Straightening up and giving one last heart wrenching look over at Hollyfire, he turned towards the toms, trying to make himself appear smaller than he was which didn't help much. He was the tallest cat there and this caused agression most of the time. "I'm ready." He said clearly, his voice close to the breaking point, knowing he had to leave before he did lose it.

Duskclaw frowned minutely at the decision, glancing over at the kittypet with disgust that wasn't centered on Wheatley but on his leader. This clan was made of loners and rogues. This clan, if he had been a kittypet, looked like he hadn't been one for moons. Couldn't they look beyond the blood and saw what lie within? He himself had been a rouge for some of his life with his sister, did that make him a worthless cat, unable to be of help? Shaking his head silently, he quickly hid his feelings, wondering what this tom felt and wondering if he could help.

Hollyfire glances over and meets Wheatlys eyes for a moment, a single tear dripping down her face and off her trembleing whiskers. She looks down and stays still as though she is rooted to the spot like a tree, not even yelling at Willowwater like she usully does when Willowwater grooms her.

Riverpaw watched from where he was sitting as well, turning his back to his mentor as he watched the leaving of the kittypet. He didn't know what to think about all this. Was it right to push out a perfectly good cat? It seemed to be and he knew that it wasn't the best direction to question Maplestar's decision. His word was law. 

Wheatley almost ran to her then and there, hoping beyond all doubt that this was a dream. A horrible dream that he would wake up from any second now and find himself by Hollyfire's side by the stream. He wished he was anywhere but here, anywhere but where his heart was breaking. Stiffling his own sobs and gathering composure, he kept his mouth shut, knowing that all that would come out was stutters and hopeless noises. Nothing would come from weeping infront of emotionless cats that could care less. At least that was what they seemed to be to him. Nothing seemed right to him.

Firepaw makes his way into camp, fur sticking out in large spikes from falling in the river. He pads over to Riverpaw "Hey, Whats up with the giant? He looks like hes going to cry or something... What happened?"

Briarrose sent an indignant hiss and a poisonous glare in Thistlefrost's direction, then realized that her retaliating was exactly what he wanted. Giving a sniff, she focused her brilliant blue eyes on the outsider, head cocked slightly to the side. Really? Was that mouse-brain crying? What is he, a tomcat or a queen who lost her kits? Glancing around, the pretty cat's ears pricked slightly as she caught sight of Duskclaw. She stood up and groomed a messy piece of fur, then padded easily over to the tom. "So, what do you think about all this?" she murmered, voice low and quiet.

Inside his den, Maplestar stared at the tough wall the hollow tree made for his dwelling, deep in thought. It had been moons since the last loner was allowed to join, and the Warrior blood was finally purifying. This is what the great Rabbitstar, the cat who rebuilt the Clan, would have wanted, the large tom thought with a decisive nod. Yes. This is the only possible choice.

Rippleclaw watched his leader leave, then turned to watch his apprentice. Although he is guarded, the large tom isn't completely heartless. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret that Riverpaw had to see this, but Maplestar is leader for a reason. Padding over to the younger cat, the grey tabby cleared his throat and asked quietly, "Are you okay, Riverpaw?"

Skyfleck watched the scene uneasily from the side, hesitating as he fought against his better judgement. Not seeing Maplestar, he took in a deep breath and darted over to the fresh-kill pile, snatching up a juicy mouse. He slowly padded over to Wheatley and dropped it in front of the tom. Meeting his eyes carefully, the young cwarrior blinked his own blue ones slowly and apologetically, then darted out of the way.

"He's being kicked out by Maplestar. It seems he wanted to join WingClan but he won't let him. Must be broken up over something." Riverpaw whispered, glancing back over to Firepaw, his tail curling around his paws.

Angelwing watched them leave, curling and uncurling her tail in thought. Her thoughts were battling it out, trying to win her over. Part of her sided with Maplestar, knowing that the current threat of the Phoenix rogues was too great to be accepting unknown cats into the clan. But the better part of her heart went out to Hollyfire.

Thistlefrost watched as Skyfleck brought the kittypet tom a piece of prey. His tail flicked, but he made no comment. "Let's go," he said after giving Wheatley a chance to either accept or decline the food, walking foreward and making sure that Wheatley was in front of him. "It'll only get worse the longer you linger, kittypet." He mewed, not unkindly, but not very warmly either.

Mosspaw found herself looking around the camp and soon her gaze fell on Hailstorm, her closest fried in the Clan by far. She made her way over to the Medicine Cat, nodding to him slightly. "What do you think of all this?" she asked softly, watching the toms escort Wheatley out of camp.

Leafblaze entered the camp with her and Summerpaw's catch in her jaws when she spotted the large tom that had an ever-so-sad expression painted on his face. One quick glance at Hollyfire's distress linked the two together. Skirting around to keep out of the warrior's way as they escorted the strange tom, she watched, her eyes confused. What had she missed? She quickly set the rabbit down before looking at Summerpaw. "Get something to eat and rest. You did well." Giving a small nod, she walked into the crowd of gathered cats, her eyes resting on one in particular. "Duskclaw!" she called out of pure habit. "What's going...." The she-cat's voice trailed away as she noticed Briarrose beside Duskclaw, talking to him. Her leaf-green eyes flashed with a hurt longing for just one split second before they hardened into two green stones. "Nevermind. I see your busy," she mewed, her voice curt as she turned around and stalked away, refusing to look back at the pair of them.

Runningpaw watched Wheatley leave with mixed emotions. True, Hollyfire was breaking the Warrior Code and in turn, her duties... but that so-called Kittypet looked strong and well. And a small part of Runningpaw's heart felt for the giant tom... He knew what it was like to be the outcast of the group.

Softstep watched the happenings with wide golden eyes, her fur fluffing in distress. She hated seeing others cry. She watched her brother leave with Thistlefrost and the kittypet, wanting to do something...anything...

Hailstorm shook his head. "It was wrong of Hollyfire to break the warrior code." he said carefully. "she should never have let her gaurd down long enough to get to know an outsider..." he trailed off, thinking. "But Blackstar was a rogue, one of the higher rankings at that. Graystar (i think that was his name) let him join, then made him deputy. I suspect he knew who and what Blackstar had been before joining the clan. There are cats outside the Clan that would make incredible warriors if they were allowed to join." He fell silent. He'd seen the good qualities Wheatley had displayed. He's obeyed the leader's wishes and walked out without a fight. He could have been an amazing addition to the Clan. "But," he continued. "Even though he could have been an amazing warrior, Maplesar has to do what he believes what is best for the Clan. Everything happens for a reason, Mosspaw, and don't you forget it. Some cats probably don't exactly believe that Maplestar made the right choice just now. Maplestar might also have his doubts. When so many cats depend on you, when you have that much responsibility,  you have to be careful of the choices you make. We can't always see the them right away, but there are consequences for every one of our actions and-" he cut himself off suddenly and said apologetically. "Sorry. you asked me what i thought and i rambled on like an elder, or a StarClan cat. I certainly don't want to be old enough to pass as either of those." He smiled ruefully and gave his silver fur a shake. "Would you like to check with your mentor really quick before we head out and check on some herbs?"

Sparkpaw mentally shrugged, sorta glad the drama was over for now. He trotted over to the fresh kill pile, taking one of the fattest pieces of prey he could find before retreating to the edge of camp to devour it happily.

Mosspaw listened, listening to him and carefully, hanging on to each one of his words. He was right... even if it was against the Warrior Code, Wheatley really could've made a good Warrior. And it would be heard to have to make such decisions for the Clan, especially when all of your decisions effected everything. As he apologized, she smiled up at him with a friendly warmth. "It's alright. I like listening to you. And you're right, too, you know..." she mewed before nodding, her smile falling slightly. "Sure..." she mewed, rising to her paws. Mosspaw weaved her way through her Clanmates and made her way to where Hollyfire still stood. "Um...Hollyfire?" she said, hating the nervous feelings fluttering in her. This was her mentor for StarClan's sake! "Is it alright if I go out with Hailstorm? He asked if I wanted to come collect herbs with him..." she mumbled quietly.

"Aw, why couldn't her stay? I wanted to see if i could jump as high as he is." Copperpaw said, frowning.

(Hohoho, go out with Hailstorm? So Springpaw is right!  Oh, and I am assuming Wheatley has left.)

Maplestar padded out of his den, amber eyes scanning the camp. Satisfied, the chocolate colored tom padded briskly over to Hollyfire and Mosspaw, frowning slightly as he heard the apprentice's question. A warrior apprentice looking for herbs? Shooting her a sharp, searching look, the leader turned to face Hollyfire. "Hollyfire, I need to speak with you in my den." He turned and reentered his den, wrapping his tail around his paws as he waited for the she-cat.