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i fear we just type she wrote my name in yellow stars im forming my own cloud here Every word she spoke tore into Leafpool like a badger’s fangs. Fury surged inside her. “You can’t possibly understand!” she spat. “You've never been in love!” Cinderpelt’s blue gaze rested on her, unspoken thoughts flickering like minnows in her eyes. “It’s easy for you,” Leafpool went on bitterly. “You've never wanted anything else.” The medicine cat flexed her claws, and her neck fur began to rise. “How do you know what I want?” There was the hint of a snarl in her voice. “How do you know what hopes I gave up to follow the path StarClan laid down for me?” Leafpool flinched. She had never seen Cinderpelt this angry. “You'll come back to camp with me—now!” Cinderpelt growled. “And stop this nonsense for good. It’s for your own sake, Leafpool. Meeting Crowfeather can’t be right if you have to lie and sneak around in the shadows. I haven't spent all this time training you to be a good medicine cat for you to throw it away like this. Your Clan needs you!” “No! I won't come!” A gale of guilt and anger swept through Leafpool. “I'll go on seeing Crowfeather whenever I want to, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me!” Cinderpelt’s eyes flashed and she launched herself at Leafpool, claws out. Leafpool turned tail and ran. As she fled, all she knew was that she must escape from that accusing stare, those lashing claws. The forest whirled past her as if she were caught up in the wind, and when exhaustion finally forced her to stop she wasn’t sure where she was.
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