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He sat inside the abandoned twoleg nest, licking his pelt. He yawned and stretched, then practiced a few battle moves. Broken purred from behind him in approval, flicking her tail, then passing him to the other cats in the Deathclaws. He finished his training, then knawed on a bone, before standing up and staring at the entrance to the abandoned twoleg den. He sighed. Oh how desperate he was to leave and speak to Rosefeather; to apologize. But he knew she was the one who needed to apologize. He thought about hunting, then left the twoleg den. He stalked through the grasses, and soon caught a thrush, and a vole. He buried them near a tree, then padded toward the river that seperated Deathclaws territory from MysticClan's. He crouched down, and began licking the surface of the water, watching the trees on the other side of the border. He sat beside the river, gazing at his reflection. He grinned crookedly, then slipped into the water, and began swimming. He kicked his legs and forepaws, gliding skillfully down the river. He laughed at himself as he swam. The water felt cooling to his pelt; he'd always had an addiction to swimming.
A frosty white cat trotted into a small abandoned wolf den which was cut through a hill. She skipped inside, dropping a small hawk on her tiny fresh-kill pile. She parted her jaws in a yawn. As she closed her eyes, a misty cat appeared in front of her, reciting words skillfully: "One from within will destroy a clan with the help of two. Only if the four, Hidden, Swan, Frost, and Rose can find Sunrise, will a resolution be found. Sunrise is hidden among the great waterfalls, In caverns of everlasting darkness, And among the bright crystal, You shall find Sunrise." The she-cat opened her eyes, breathing hard. "What does that mean?" She questioned herself, squinting.