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Curled up in his nest, Quailpaw opened one eye, blinking against and peering into the darkness of night that enclosed the apprentices' den. The other apprentices all seemed to be sleeping soundly, except for Doepaw, whose light breathing suggested she wasn't in as deep a sleep as the others. Now was the time. "I can see you've grown from your days of sneaking out of camp." Quailpaw felt a pang in his heart as he remembered Troutstar's words. His leader had put such faith in him, and now here he was, doing exactly what he'd done as a bratty little kit. I'm sorry, Troutstar, but it's for a good cause this time. Please forgive me. Silent as

Deep in sleep, Quailpaw stirred when he felt a paw poke his side. He rolled over, and the paw poked at him again. He shrugged it off, and this time he was hit by a sudden splash of cold to his face. He sat up at once, now startled awake. "You're up!" Coalpaw mewed. His paw was littered with flakes of the snow he'd thrown at the sleeping apprentice. "Come on, we've been assigned to the early morning border patrol." Quailpaw let out an irritated sigh. He had been dreaming of being back home in StormClan before being so rudely awoken. He blinked sleepily against the early morning light that filtered into the apprentices' den. The sting of cold