Sharptounge and Swiftstar's patrol

[Leopardstar]

Sharptounge padded out of camp. She brimmed with happiness. The she-cat had just admited her love for Swiftstar. He said he loved her as well. She sat and waited for her new mate.

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Swiftstar looked around for his apprentice, Vulturepaw. The apprentice was suppost to go out on a patrol with Sharptounge and his mentor. He padded outside the camp entrance and found Sharptounge, his mate, sitting there, waiting for him. "Sharptounge," he asked, "have you seen Vulturepaw?"

[Leopardstar]

Sharptounge looked at Swiftstar. "No. Probably with Featherpaw," she suggested. Love must just be in the air!

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"No. Probably with Featherpaw," the she-cat said.

"Should we go alone?" Swiftstar asked his mate, looking at her with love in his eyes.

[Leopardstar]

Sharptounge purred with pleasure. "We should just go alone," she suggested. The calico cat edged closer to her mate. Their pelts brushed and she inhaled his sweet scent. The two cats tails intertwined.

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"We should just go alone," the she-cat purred as Swiftstar intertwinded his tail with hers. "If Vulturepaw does come out of camp," the black and white tom said, "he'll find us."

[Leopardstar]

Sharptounge nodded and troted off. Maybe they could stop by the shore and be alone later.

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The black and white leader watched his mate. "We could stop by the lake, after a while to stop and take a rest." he suggusted, pausing before following Sharptounge.

[Leopardstar]

Sharptounge's ears perked at this suggestion. "O.K.," she mewed shyly. The calico aproached the lake and sat by the shore. She waited for her mate. Now I will have the kits I have always dreamed of!

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The dark brown tabby apprentice, Vulturepaw, padded unsteadily after Sharptongue and Swiftstar, preoccupied with his troublesome thoughts. The tomcat and the ThunderClan medicine cat apprentice, Featherpaw, were having a forbidden love, and no one except Morningwhisker and Sharptongue knew about it, as far as they knew - and hoped. If Swiftstar, his leader and mentor, ever found out, Vulturepaw would be dead and bleeding heavily within heartbeats! Yes, they were from the same Clan, but it was still against the warrior code for medicine cats to love. By doing what they were doing, they were betraying not only the cats they loved...but StarClan, too. But they couldn't just ignore their feelings, or push them away and pretend their confessions and love had never happened! They were both so young and afraid and vulnerable. How could they manage to keep it together and stay under control when they were in the looming, dangerous shadow of this complicated and difficult situation?!

Finally, Vulturepaw caught up with the patrol that was heading over to ShadowClan; Swiftstar needed to speak with Leopardstar about her moving the borders. She had already done it, and the WindClan leader didn't approve. He approached the older black and white tom and dipped his head respectfully.

"Hello, Swiftstar," Vulturepaw mewed hesitantly, his voice quiet and soft. "Sorry I fell behind. I was, um...Well, I found a mouse and I was hunting it, but it got away." He kept his head where it was, but his gaze wandered away from Swiftstar's. He just couldn't look him straight in the eye with his and Featherpaw's forbidden love on his shoulders! Thank StarClan Morningwhisker was okay with it, and she was there to help.

[Leopardstar]

Sharptounge was startled by Vulturepaw. She looked at the apprentice. He was in love as well as her. With the medicine cat apprentice that is.

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"Hello, Swiftstar," the voice of Vuturepaw said, softly, "Sorry I fell behind. I was, um...Well, I found a mouse and I was hunting it, but it got away."

"Try to stay with the patrol and hunt on your own time." Swiftstar scolded the apprentice, "Come on, Sharptounge," he said, turning to his mate, "let's go, if Vlutlrepaw won't follow us, he'll be cleaning ticks out of the elders pelts and getting them fresh bedding."

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"Try to stay with the patrol and hunt on your own time," Swiftstar scored him. "Come on, Sharptongue, let's go. If Vulturepaw won't follow us, he'll be cleaning ticks out of the elders' pelts and getting them fresh bedding."

Vulturepaw's lip curled in anger, but he forcefully held down all of his sinister urges. Swiftstar's your leader and mentor! a voice spat inside of him. You can't lay a whisker on him! He unsheathed his claws, but gave a heavy shudder and padded after the two other felines.

"Yes, Swiftstar..." he mumbled, his top lip still quivering in the suggestion of a snarl. But the voice continued to hiss and remind him internally. Don't. Touch. Swiftstar!

[Leopardstar]

Sharptounge nodded and padded after her mate and leader. She fell behind a little. "I know you and Featherpaw love each other," she purred quietly, "If it is any conselation, I approve. She is pretty and sweet and wonderful. She fought well. The dog fought dirty."

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Sharptongue kept pace with Swiftstar for a moment, then slowed down to walk by Vulturepaw's side.

"I know you and Featherpaw love each other," she rumbled happily, as if she were a kit with a juicy secret. "If it is any conselation, I approve. She is pretty and sweet and wonderful. She fought well. The dog fought dirty."

A small smile flickered across Vulturepaw's maw. "Thanks, Sharptongue," he mewed softly, blinking his eyes warmly at the kind she-cat. "And Morningwhisker's going to help us, too. Everything seems fine right now, but..." He paused. "...what about when Swiftstar finds out?" He felt his whiskers quivering at the thought of what his leader and mentor might do if he discovered one of his cats - especially his own apprentice - disobeying him and the warrior code.