RECAP: “As you all know, a new member has been added to the clan recently. He has contributed to the clan greatly, and it is time for him to become a full warrior of SandClan. Loofa, from this day on, you will be known as Bluefoot, for your pelt is blue.” I was startled when the others started chanting his name. “Bluefoot! Bluefoot! Bluefoot! Bluefoot!” The rest of the day, I was swarmed with questions and concerns. “Are you a danger to the Clan?” and “Do you even know how to hunt?”and “Who is going to be your mate?” By the end of the day, I was exhausted and run down from the long day, so I went to bed early. Plus, I had training in the morning and I wasn’t going to miss his first day. I laid down in the soft pile of moss and waited for Saltail to come in. I couldn’t hear or feel her pawsteps, but I felt her warm body lie down on the cushy moss beside me. I quickly fell asleep, comforted by Saltails warmth. CONTINUED: In my dreams, I was in a salt desert, wandering aimlessly around by myself. I jumped at the sound of my name being urgently called out. I ran over the dunes of sand, and yowled out for them, but I never found them. “Bluefoot! Bluefoot! BLUEFOOT!” I awoke with a start and jumped to see Saltails face. I looked past her, outside the den. It was still nighttime. Why had she awoken me? “Bluefoot! Follow me! Oceanstar is having an emergency meeting!” We rushed out of the den, along with a few others. Oceanstar had already climbed atop the Highrock, and she began to speak. “We lost another cat tonight because of a merciless murder. We know exactly who the culprit is, but we have no way of tracking him. He has run away in order to escape the crime scene. The murderer was Skullfur. Shortly after the attack of Spottedleaf, he was sent to his den to talk to his mate, Gingerleaf. We assumed since he was impaired, she was not coming out of the den for that reason. However, there seemed to be more going on than we had ever thought. Have any of you heard the conversation between Skullfur and Gingerleaf?” A few seconds went by until someone finally raised a paw. It was a fluffy, ginger cat with one ear that spoke up. “I, Woodclaw, heard the conversation between the two cats. Skullfur walked angrily into the room and asked Gingerleaf what she wanted. She explained that they couldn’t travel with kits in her stomach, and Skullfur insisted that they do. That is all that I heard when I was walking past.” “Thank you, WoodClaw. Your help is truly appreciated in this investigation.” Oceanstar gave an appreciating nod and Woodclaw sent one back. With that, the meeting was dismissed.
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