Goldenpaw, Otterpaw and Blossompaw had been walking, and walking for what felt like days. at sun-down, they decided that they picked the right side after all. now this sun-up, they were going to walk back to the toms. Goldenpaw hoped Goldpaw did her part by staying where he was instead of running off somewhere. Goldenpaw woke up, mouth watering at the scent of freshly caught prey. The two had hunted, that was good. she limped out of her log, and picked the squirrel.

"I bet I'm faster," Otterpaw said.

"Oh yeah? you think you can beat this BreezeClan she-cat?" Blossompaw countered.

"Yeah!"

"Let's prove that," She said.

"Race ya to the meeting place!" Otterpaw challenged.

"Fine!" Blossompaw said.

Goldenpaw chuckled. She finished her squirrel. The racing she-cats stood next to each other.

"3... 2... 1... GO!" Otterpaw called, as she raced in front. Blossompaw and her long BreezeClan legs made her pull in first. Goldenpaw limped behind them, trying to keep up. Blossompaw tripped, but Otterpaw kept on going, not noticing. Blossompaw slipping into the water, clawing at the mud bank. Her head went under the blue water. She popped up again.

"Helrp!" She gurgled a call for help. Goldenpaw limped toward her, thinking for a heartbeat. She dove in the water, taking a deep breath. The mute apprentice grabbed Blossompaw's scruff, pushing out with her one good leg, and started dragging the larger apprentice out. Goldenpaw managed to find a grip on the reeds and pulled herself out with the apprentice. Blossompaw didn't move, nor breath. Goldenpaw panicked. She remembered as a kit, one of the warriors drowned, and Mistfeather had rubbed her paws on his chest so he choked up the water. Goldenpaw did this as well with Blossompaw. Blossompaw coughed and water poured out of her jaws. The cream apprentice coughed again.

"You saved my life, Goldenpaw," She said, making Goldenpaw go red in embarrassment. She helped the drenched apprentice walk back to the meeting place. Goldenpaw saw that Blossompaw looked very skinny with her long, fluffy fur plastered to her sides. By the time they returned, it was sun-high.

"I was the fas-- Oh StarClan! What happened to you!" Otterpaw called out. Blossompaw explained the best she could as she was shivering. Emberpaw smiled when Blossompaw thanked Goldenpaw again, and her pelt got warm again. Goldpaw scowled. They decided to hunt and rest for a while, well, mainly Blossompaw was supposed to rest, but it was good for everyone. Flarepaw and Reedpaw curled up together, and Goldenpaw thought for a bit while she rested her head on her paws.

I think they love each other. Was all she thought. Although gay reletionships made no kits, there was nothing wrong with it. The past leader of OceanClan, Snowstar, was lesibain, so that changed a lot. She made a great example for any cat that was bisexual or gay.

"We think we went the right way," Otterpaw said. "I even saw a forest!" She exclaimed.

...

The seven apprentices rested in the shade of an oak tree. The starpelt glistened above. Five sunrises ago, they had left their homes. Goldenpaw yawned, and snuggled deeper into Emberpaw's fur.