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“But there will always be boundaries between us,” Leafpaw insisted. “Why? Together you find food easier.” “There have always been four Clans. Loyal to our own Clan makes us strong.” “But you all share a belief in your StarClan?” “We will all become warriors in StarClan eventually,” Leafpaw murmured. She gazed at the moon, a blurred white disk behind the falling water. Stoneteller’s eyes glowed. “You are still a to-be and yet you are wise.” Feeling her ears grow with hot embarrassment, Leafpaw looked away. “We will have a gathering of our own tonight,” Stoneteller went on. He raised his voice. “Cats of the Clans and the Tribe, we have not celebrated our deliverance from Sharptooth,” He meowed. “Instead we grieve for Feathertail, Who died saving us. But tonight, we shall honour the cats who came from far away to kill the terrible creature.” Mews of agreement rose among the Tribe cats. The kits mewed with excitement, the boldest of them padded over to Tallpoppy’s kits played with Birchkit. “Come and share with us.” The Tribe kit offered. Birchkit glanced at his mother, who nodded, her eyes shining with warmth. Tallpoppy and Dawnflower quickly gave their approval, and the Clan kits wasted no time in following the Tribe kit across the Cave.
