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Silverstream pressed her damp fur against him.

Thanks for catching me!" she purred. "I'd have looked dumber than a sheep if I'd landed on my muzzle!" "I'll always be here to catch you," Bumblestripe murmured.

There was such pain in his eyes that Hollyleaf felt a rush of sympathy. "I have nowhere else to go," she mewed softly. "You've been a good friend to me, Fallen Leaves. Why would I want to leave you now?

I'll never do that, I promise," Fallen Leaves murmured into her ear. "You will never be lost down here, because you have me. Come on, I'll take you back.

Meanwhile the rest of the Clan was huddling

den. He knew there was nothing he could do to help Morning Whisker, and he wanted to stay out of the grieving family's way. After a moment he began

You don't have to try so hard! You're only doing it because you feel sorry for me!

Any Clan leader would have bees in their brain if they didn't want a brilliant warrior like you

He turned to see Graystripe twisting free of Tigerclaw's grasp and sprang to help his friend. Together they reared at Tigerclaw, siping at him to drive him backward, matched step for step as they had practiced so many times in training. Then, without even exchanging a glance, they lunged as one and forced the massive tabby on the ground.

begged. "He's just outside," Jaypaw told her. "Good." Millie sighed as the spasm left her. "Don't

Let's not tell her, then. It can be our secret. Think how surprised she'll be when she sees you walking on four paws again." Cinderpaw didn't speak, but Jaypaw could detect a small flower of hope budding in her mind. "Okay," she agreed at last. "We'll start tomorrow." Jaypaw felt jubilant. "You'll be better in no time." Cinderpaw flicked his ear with her tail. "If I don't drown first.

Why did every cat try so hard to make Lightleap feel better?

You'll need the whole of StarClan on your side for this one," answered Graypaw. "Call out if you need a hand. If she looks like she's going to get you, I'll sneak up behind her and whack her on the head with a stiff rabbit.

Fireheart couldn't bear to see her in such low spirits. "I'll take you out into the forest again," he promised. "We'll find the oldest, slowest mouse in the woods. It won't stand a chance against you.

I'll be fine," Cinderpaw assured him. "And Yellowfang'll bring me something. She always does. I'm going to be the fattest cat in the Clan by the time she's finished with me.

Frostpaw felt her fear ebb and she leaned gratefully into Duskfur's shoulder. A vast wave of relief enveloped her as Mothwing dipped her head to Duskfur. "No," the medicine cat meowed. "We can't put Frostpaw through that right now. I know that you won't want to hear this, but . . ." She paused and took a deep breath. "It's time to tell the other Clans. We need help.

I agree with Splash. I want to help Storm.

Micah." Collapsing, Moth Flight pressed her cheek to his.

I need to talk

No matter what you do I will always be your friend

Jaypaw wished she wouldn't keep trying to mother him. He had Squirrelflight for that; Leafpool was just his mentor.

Without their friendship, every cat in WindClan would be crow-food by now.

They're all short on prey, and it sounds as if things are getting worse. I wish there were something I could do to help.

As I was saying, there's no point in both of us getting stuck in there.