"Rogue!" Mothwing jolted awake upon hearing that word. She looked around, and saw that the little calico kit she was protecting was gone. The golden tabby jumped to her paws and dashed to the moonpool to see what the ruckus was all about. Sure enough, the Clan cats were staring as Crowfeather had the rogue-MOTHWING'S rogue- to the ground, snarling at him. "So rogue, any last words before I rip you to- BGAWK!" Mothwing slammed into Crowfeather and hissed, "What do think your doing?" "Protecting our Clans, that's what!" Crowfeather hissed back at her. Mothwing cuffed him over the head. "He's a KIT, Crowfeather. Man the hell up!" Crowfeather snorted and stalked away, mumbling under his breath. Mothwing turned to the calico tom-kit, who was shuddering. Mothwing tried her best to look friendly and said, "Hey there, little guy, are you okay?" The tom squeaked something she couldn't hear. "What was that?" Mothwing asked. "T-that tom," he whimpered. "He looked like my father." Mothwing didn't know how to respond, so she said, "What's your name?" "Erimítis," the calico said. "Can I call you Erim for short?" Mothwing asked. He nodded. She smiled. "Alright, Erim, your hurt," she nodded to his splint. "You need to rest, okay?" Erim hesitated and said, "Alright. I guess." "Come on, follow me," Mothwing said, padding towards the medicine clearing, where Leafpool stood, wide eyed. "Are you okay? What happened?" Mothwing looked back at the small calico tom limping behind her. "First off, Leafpool, there's someone who I want you to meet..."
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