Lavenderdawn snarled “I’m not helping you, you're crazy!” the tom cat’s tail lashed “Crazy or not, if you don't help me Starclan will be displeased!” Flintpaw’s pacing came to a stop and he stood before the older cat “so what will it be Lavenderdawn?” Lavenderdawn’s tail flicked sharply, her voice low and cold. “Help you? I don’t owe you anything. But if Starclan demands it, then so be it… just don’t expect mercy.” Flintpaw’s gaze hardened, shadows flickering in his eyes as he stepped closer. “Mercy died the day I started this.” Flintpaw padded out of the Riverclan medicine cat den “We will speak again…Lavenderdawn” The sun peaked over the trees as Flintpaw made it back to Thunderclan camp “Lockfoot!” Flintpaw yowled as his mentor came into view when he walked into camp “Flintpaw where have you been?!” Lockfoot mewed angrily “I was in Riverclan sharing news with Lavenderdawn” Flintpaw said calmly “Oh…well you should have told me you were visiting her you had me worried…” Lockfoot sighed and Flintpaw chuckled as he grabbed a vole from the fresh kill pile to share with Lockfoot.
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