// i'll rewrite the rules [open]

[Dawn]

Anger. Fury. Hatred.
Those were the emotions that rushed through his mind... that consumed his mind. That controlled him.

Buzzardpaw sat alone near the Dry Pond, watching as a faint breeze caused the dry sand to whip around in a small sandstorm. His long, thick claws scraped through the soft earth beneath his paws, and patches of grass were being torn up without his notice.

He had felt the need to leave the camp today. The DustClan camp, his home. His birthright. It had been spoiled for him, by that worthless she-cat who dared even now to say that she was his mother. Her, and her stupid little kittens. How dare they dart around, exiting the nursery and coming to explore the camp with him there. Of course then, there was that idiot tom. The father of his slut mother's little bundles of fox-dung.

Buzzardpaw could feel his body shaking with rage at the very thought of them. Spruceflower, Cloudkit, Pebblekit and Whitepelt. He hated them. He hated them so much... why they seemed to feel the need to remain in a place where they were not wanted, was beyond Buzzardpaw. He thought that they should have the decency to leave and not be heard from again. But of course, they thought themselves above that, didn't they?

Buzzardpaw let out a furious snarl and sudden adrenaline rushed through his body. He wanted to fight, to release this bad energy from his system. He looked around, then stood. His tail lashing furiously through the air behind him.

He leapt forward, sprinting into the Dry Pond, towards a tangle of dead tree branches that lay on the other side of the clearing. Upon reaching them, he let out a furious screech and launched himself upon the heap, slashing and clawing at any branch that came within reach.

A few moments later, the brown tabby tom apprentice stepped back, panting. His eyes lingered on the now broken and scattered branches, clawed and broken by only his paws. He could still feel himself trembling, but some of his anger had been released. It was a nice relief, a nice outlet. That way, no cat got hurt and he was able to release his hatred.

He took a slow step back, then turned and walked away. He could hear the faint creaking of the branches he had just attacked, the ones that had not yet fallen were now doing so. The forest around him was silent, the birds having hidden away at the sounds of his screeching.

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[Hazel]

Ochrepaw stretched her front paws out while pushing her neck outward. She was supposed to be hunting, but the she-cat had fallen asleep in the sunlight. Blinking sleep out of her eyes she wandered toward the MarshClan-DustClan border. She had no intentions of crossing it, she was just going to check around for prey.

Another stretch, for her back legs this time, delaid her job even more. The muscles in her legs were awake but her mind was asleep. The Marshclan apprentice yawned, knowing that if any of her Clan mates were to discover she had fallen asleep while she was supposed to be finding food to feed the clan she would get into trouble.

As she lazily made her way over she heard the strangest of sounds. Her ears perked up in the direction of it. It sounded as though some one was a little angry. She could hear snarling, all this time she thought she had been alone. The forest can't stay empty forever. she reminded her self.

When she got closer to the border that seperated the two clans, she realised the other cat was in DustClan.

Curisously, she made her way to the border but she stayed on her side of the seperation. What were they doing? She could hear branches snapping now and scurried to the source. A redish-orange tom was walking on the other side. Ochrepaw cocked her head to the side, wondering if she had met the tom before. She was certain that she hadn't; she figured if she knew him she'd remember.

She had gone to a few gatherings but she had never met that many cats in other clans, she preferred to stick with her own Clan mates. Ochrepaw sat for a moment before deciding to talk to the tom. She jumped to her feet, tail swishing behind her.

"Hey!" She called to the retreating form that was the DustClan tom. She wanted to know why he had been making so much racket, surely there was a good reason. Perhaps he was having an entirely dreadful day and was in need of some cheering up. Ochrepaw could attempt to do that.

[Dawn]

"Hey!"

The voice reached his ears as he was padding away. Buzzardpaw wipped around, his lips drawn back in a snarl. He didn't recognize the voice. Never would he turn to face an unknown entity without showing that he was perfectly ready to put up a fight.

Blinking with some confusion, Buzzardpaw's eyes lit upon a golden she-cat standing at the MarshClan border. "What the...?"

[/color] Buzzardpaw meowed quietly to himself, his fierce expression falling without his knowledge, replaced by his surprise. Why would a MarshClan cat - she did seem to be a MarshClan cat after all - be sitting on the border, watching him?

Taking a few steps forward, Buzzardpaw squared his shoulders and glared searchingly at her. "Yes? May I help you?"[/color] He asked, his voice somewhat scathing. His eyes searched her face somewhat warily, wondering who she was, what she was doing here and why she had been watching him.

"What are you doing here and who are you?"[/color] He asked, taking another large step forward so that he was standing a few tail lengths before her, staring into her golden colored eyes.

She carried the scent of a MarshClan cat, that was obvious. She looked to be the age of an apprentice, like him. Had she been sent to distract him while her Clan snuck through the territory to attack DustClan again? No, that didn't seem likely. Whatever he may think about his own abilities, he doubted MarshClan would much care about a lone apprentice if they were making a run at the camp.

Was she perhaps there to spy on DustClan? Would she report back to Hawkstar about how fit and scarred the DustClan cats looked after their battle? Well, if that was the case, Hawkstar would be disappointed. The thought made Buzzardpaw stand up a little bit taller, allowing his muscles to stretch and ripple underneath his tabby pelt.
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[Hazel]

At first the golden apprentice thought the tom was just going to ignore her. Why should she blame him? They didn't know one another and he was having a bad day. Clearly. Talking to her was not likely going to be something that would cheer this cat up.

To her surprise he turned around. Ochrepaw smiled a little. He moved a little closer and glared. The she-cat's small smile disapeared. Maybe it was a bad idea to talk to a DustClan cat. "Yes? May I help you?" It was too late to turn back now.She could his eyes watching her and every second that went by in silience she regretted calling out to him. Big mistake! The voice in her head rang out.

"What are you doing here and who are you?"

"My name is Ochrepaw." She said after swallowing. The tom was staring into her eyes, deep into her eyes. What does he see? she wondered resisting the urge to blink as she started back into his. He was making her more and more uncomfortable. This would be the last time she ever reached out to another unhappy cat. "What's your name?"
She knew he had every right not to trust her. Ochrepaw's leader had sent MarshClan to attack their neighboring Clan. DustClan's leader had lost a life because of Hawkstar. "I'm not here to attack you if that's what you're thinking. You seemed upset, or angry and I just though maybe you wanted to talk about it." She said maintaining eye contact.

[Dawn]

"My name is Ochrepaw."
Buzzardpaw watched her carefully. This 'Ochrepaw' must be a somewhat new apprentice, as he had never heard of her. That or he didn't pay great attention... that could be it. Well, that and the fact that his snappish attitude had landed him in the apprentices den alone for most of the gatherings he had been old enough to attend.

"What's your name?"

Buzzardpaw hesitated for a moment. Why should he tell her his name? Why should he do anymore talking to her at all? He could very well walk away right then and there without another word, and not feel even a smidgen of guilt. But something kept him from just walking away. She seemed different than most cats outside of his Clan whom he had met. They all seemed to desire nothing more than to learn about how he fought, what was going on in his Clan, all that. No cat had ever seemed interested in knowing him. "Buzzardpaw. My name is Buzzardpaw."

[/color] He meowed after a moment, apparently thinking it alright to let on that information.

"I'm not here to attack you if that's what you're thinking. You seemed upset, or angry and I just though maybe you wanted to talk about it." Buzzardpaw blinked, again surprised. She did seem to know at least a part of what he had been thinking. But she wanted to see if he wanted to talk about it? With a complete stranger? How odd. Of course, no cat but his sister had ever really asked him questions about himself, or sought to calm him down after one of his rages. Most of his Clanmates just left him be. Left him on his own.

"You wondered if I wanted to talk about it?"[/color] He asked, baffled still. Even though she had just said the answer to his question, he seemed to feel the need to make completely sure.
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[Hazel]

Ochrepaw could tell that the other apprentice was considering telling her his name. She assumed that he didn't really trust her, the main cause of that probably had to do with the recent attack on his clan. Well Ochrepaw had not really taken part in that she had gone into the camp and then retreated almost right away.

She had heard about what had happened, Birchstar had deffinitly lost one of her nine lives. That was the only thing she actually remembered. It stuck in her head because everytime she saw her own leader she rememeber he had killed a cat. It seemed so wrong. What if he had been fighting another cat? Would he have been a murderer?

"Well Buzzardpaw, it's nice to meet you." Ochrepaw was glad that he had decided it was okay to exchange names. She couldn't see the harm in that, and apparently he had realised it too.

"Yes, I wont tell anyone I swear. Sometimes it's nice to just get things off your chest and not have to worry about you clanmates knowing, you know?" She said hoping that it made sence. Thinking it over, it didn't sound that great and he probably was not about to tell her all of his problems. It wasn't like she would be able to fix them.

[Dawn]

Thoughts, so many thoughts seemed to be buzzing around behind her eyes. Like a hive of angry wasps. Buzzardpaw watched as she seemed to consider him for a moment. She seemed nice enough, and nothing in her expression hinted anything bad about her.

The only thing that gave him misgivings was her scent. The MarshClan scent coming off of her in waves made him somewhat nervous. How could he be expected to trust someone from a Clan that had just attacked his own? Who had taken one of the lives of his leader and the life of another warrior, Pantherfoot.

Poor Pantherfoot, with his sons in the nursery. Of course, he had mated with Flickerstorm after she had been mates with Blizzardclaw, hadn't she? That made them similar to Spruceflower and Whitepelt. But of course, Flickerstorm hadn't been cheating on Blizzardclaw behind his back as Spruceflower had been doing to his father. Not that he knew of, anyway.

If only MarshClan had managed to kill off Whitepelt... that would have made him more favored towards that Clan, even if they had just attacked the Clan he held so dear. It would have made the shock and the anger easier to bear at least.

"Well Buzzardpaw, it's nice to meet you."

Buzzardpaw inclined his head slightly to one side. Not in the way that cats bowed their heads to leaders or others of higher status, but in a way that acknowledged her statement. He thought of replying to it, but it seemed rather fruitless. There wasn't much to say in reply, just wait for her to speak again.

"Yes, I wont tell anyone I swear. Sometimes it's nice to just get things off your chest and not have to worry about you clanmates knowing, you know?"

He did know, of course. He had always felt better after he had talked to his sister, but she was his sister. She completely and utterly understood his position and experienced it herself. She just didn't fly into uncontrolable fits of rage like he did.

"Yes, well. I suppose it does help to talk to someone." He meowed grudgingly, finding it somewhat difficult to admit that a MarshClan cat was right. It was actually less difficult than he thought, though he imagined it would be more so if she were, say, an arrogant warrior.

"But I'm curious, and please don't be offended... why do you want to help me?" He asked, that question still having been burning in his mind. It was rather odd to be polite with her of all cats. Usually he was snappish and rude with most from his Clan. He supposed he wanted to make a good impression, as opposed to make yet another cat from MarshClan hate him and DustClan.

[Hazel]

ooc;; I turned Orchepaw back into a tom I dont know if that will change this but yeah...

BIC;;
The ginger apprentice was confused about why he had stopped to talk to this cat. He had all of his Clan mates if he needed some one to talk to. He could even talk to the medicine cat if he really got desperate. This tom was an apprentice, he might understand some of his stress though most of it wasn't apprentice related. Ochrepaw wasn't sure if he believed in StarClan at the moment.

Ochrepaw believed in his warrior ancestors but why would they want to punish MarshClan for DustClan's mistakes? It would have made more sense for DustClan to suffer but that had not happened, which made Ochrepaw believe MarshClan had been the one who had screwed up some how.

He flicked his ear back to hear the sound of a bird's call behind him in the distance. He looked to the ground as he waited momentarily for his response, and looked up as he agreed. Ochrepaw hoped the DustClan cat would tell him what was bothering him so that Ochrepaw could spill out all his thoughts and concerns to him with out seeming to be pathetic and confused.

Perhaps he was angry with Hawkstar and they would have something in common. Orchepaw was uncertain about his leader, could he be trusted? Hawkstar had led the Clan to attack DustClan. He had risked the life of his Clan mates to kill off a few DustClan cats.

"But I'm curious, and please don't be offended... why do you want to help me?"

Ochrepaw was a little surprised by the tom's response. Sure he had no reason to trust him, he hadn't given him much - other then Ochrepaw's word. How was he supposed to know if that meant anything. For all he knew Ochrepaw was going to run away tell the entire Clan his sob story and lie that he had been on MarshClan's territory. He blinked taking in the other cats words and repeating them in his head. Ochrepaw still had no reason for reaching out to this cat and trying to discover his problems.

"Impulse, mostly. I hadn't planned on talking to any one, or seeing anyone for that matter." He flashed a weak smile hoping his explanation would be good enough. He had no actual reason other then the one he had given. Ochrepaw was a little uncomfortable with the lack of trust between him self and the DustClan apprentice. Honestly, he wasn't exactly sure he could trust Buzzardpaw either. Still Ochrepaw would probably just blab on about his life and thoughts even if he didn't care.

"Are you gonna tell me or are we just going to sit here swapping questions?" He teased. He felt like a queen gossiping while he watched his kits play. Only he didn't have kits yet and she was an apprentice and could never be a queen.

[Dawn]

Ooc://
Haha, alright :3

Bic://
"Impulse, mostly. I hadn't planned on talking to any one, or seeing anyone for that matter."

Buzzardpaw blinked. This cat was indeed confusing. The weak smile that then came from him was enough to make Buzzardpaw decide to at least wait a while before straight up leaving. He seemed nice enough, though of course it could be acting. Then again, there was nothing Buzzardpaw could tell him that would cause any harm. He really didn't care if everyone knew about his mother's indeciency, it wasn't his problem if she was a raging whore.

"Are you gonna tell me or are we just going to sit here swapping questions?"

Buzzardpaw flicked his ears slightly. "Well honestly, I don't see a reason why I shouldn't trust you so I suppose yes, I will tell you."

[/color] He meowed finally, almost a little taken aback with himself at being so trustworthy of this tom. He was a complete stranger to him, yet at the same time, perhaps strangers were easier to talk to than cats you know.

"Why was I clawing apart those branches? To let out my anger. It was the only way I could think of without causing harm to someone else. Those branches have been bothersome for as long as I can remember anyway."[/color] He meowed, looking behind him at the broken and twisted branches, now more or less swept to the side, away from the main clearing where DustClan cats did their battle training.

"The anger... the anger I was letting out comes from home I suppose. Well, not home exactly but some of the cats inside my home. Namely my mother, her illigitimate kits and her new mate."[/color] He felt his lips draw back at this and his eyes narrow. He hated them, he hated the whole lot of them. Spruceflower, Pebblekit, Cloudkit and Whitepelt.

"You see, my stupid mother cheated on my father before my sister Stripepaw and I were even born. It's almost a miracle that we are Tigerfang's kits, with the amount she slept around. Great StarClan. She and this tom Whitepelt, they carried on a secret relationship behind Tigerfang's back for some reason and after Stripepaw and I were apprenticed, she got pregnant again. At first we were all happy, for at that time we didn't know about Whitepelt. We just thought that more cats would be joining our family, ya know? Well instead, when she gave birth, she had two kits. Pebblekit looks a lot like her, so that wasn't suspicious, but her other kit, Cloudkit, is a pure white little demon. No one in either Spruceflower or Tigerfang's family had white fur, and with that the truth came out. This is probably more information than you wanted to hear, but there you are. That's what's wrong with me. My twisted family. Except they are not my family. Spruceflower, Pebblekit, Cloudkit, as far as I am concerned, they are about as close to family with me as rogues are. Tigerfang and Stripepaw are my only family."[/color] He finished with a savage sound of distain.

He shook his head then, turning back to look at Ochrepaw. Perhaps he had said too much, perhaps not enough. Either way, he felt better. It truly had taken a bit of the weight from his shoulders to let it all out finally.
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[Hazel]

Ochrepaw smiled slightly when the tom agreed to trust him even though his clan roots gave the tom every right not too.

"Why was I clawing apart those branches? To let out my anger. It was the only way I could think of without causing harm to someone else. Those branches have been bothersome for as long as I can remember anyway." Ochrepaw looked in the direction of the destroyed branches. He noticed that Buzzardpaw was also looking there.

" Well that's a good way to take out your anger, rather than hurting someone." The apprentice meowed happy that no one had gotten hurt from what ever had cause the DustClan cat to get so angry. For all he knew Buzzardpaw could have come and attacked some unexpecting MarshClan cat, it would be like how Marshclan had attacked Dustclan not to long ago. Hawkstar was mad that StarClan was punishing MarshClan for DustClan mistake, but it never made sense so the clan had just gone a long with it. They couldn't defie their leader could they? No, of course not. He was accepted by Starclan as a leader. Ochrepaw shook his head to clear his thoughts and listen to what he was being told.

"The anger... the anger I was letting out comes from home I suppose. Well, not home exactly but some of the cats inside my home. Namely my mother, her illigitimate kits and her new mate."

"Well, what happened? " Ochrepaw new that he would be quite upset if his parents were to break up and then one of them made a new family, but he would be part of it. He was trying to imagine things from Buzzrdpaw's point of view. He was imagine himself in the DustClan camp watching as things went down while Buzzardpaw told his problems.

"You see, my stupid mother cheated on my father before my sister Stripepaw and I were even born. It's almost a miracle that we are Tigerfang's kits, with the amount she slept around. Great StarClan. She and this tom Whitepelt, they carried on a secret relationship behind Tigerfang's back for some reason and after Stripepaw and I were apprenticed, she got pregnant again. At first we were all happy, for at that time we didn't know about Whitepelt. We just thought that more cats would be joining our family, ya know?" Ochrepaw nodded, prompting the other cat to continue, he wasn't sure if he would be able to give out any advice but he could listen and maybe that was all that would be needed. I always saw kits as a good thing but it seems like these kits sort of destroyed their family...


" Well instead, when she gave birth, she had two kits. Pebblekit looks a lot like her, so that wasn't suspicious, but her other kit, Cloudkit, is a pure white little demon. No one in either Spruceflower or Tigerfang's family had white fur, and with that the truth came out. This is probably more information than you wanted to hear, but there you are. That's what's wrong with me. My twisted family. Except they are not my family. Spruceflower, Pebblekit, Cloudkit, as far as I am concerned, they are about as close to family with me as rogues are. Tigerfang and Stripepaw are my only family."

That definitely was not the story Ochrepaw had expected. He knew that families could be tough to deal with, he witnessed it alot while he was a kit observing things in the nursery. He had seen parents argue but they rarely ever broke up. The MarshClan apprentice blinked while he let the words sink into him. All that craziness would definitely make a cat angry. "Have the new kits ever done anything totally wrong or been rude to you? It's not their fault they were born. You can't always chose your family. You get what you're given. I understand that you hate your mother and you have every right to. She ruined you family, she cheated and she hurt you. But these kits? You shouldn't cut them out of your life. " He paused wondering how he could prove that the kits should be part of the family but he didn't have enough of his own experiences himself to give any proof that they were good and should be excepted.

"I think that everything seems awful but if you let the kits in you'll be happier having cats to talk to, family is great. I hate being the only kit my parents had, it's lonely. I wish I had siblings to play with, to talk to, to sneak around and to go on adventures with. I know you already have your sister for that but would it hurt to add a few more to your family? I'm not saying you have to forgive your mother, or even that you have to like her new mate but maybe you should give these new kits a chance..." He trailed off looking down at the ground beneath his paws.

Ochrepaw was jealous. Buzzardpaw had a family and he was choosing not to accept them. The only thing Ochrepaw wanted that he could never have and this tom was throwing it away. He didn't know what else to say that would help convince Buzzardpaw to want his family. He just hoped everything he had said would do.

[Dawn]

"Well that's a good way to take out your anger, rather than hurting someone."

Buzzardpaw flicked his ears. He supposed it was true. That was what he had been aiming for after all. He caught a look of relief in Ochrepaw's eyes and deduced that he thought Buzzardpaw may have attacked a MarshClan cat if given the chance. He was mistaken though, Buzzardpaw wasn't that thick. It would create a whole lot more unneeded trouble between their Clans if he attacked a MarshClan cat a random.

"Have the new kits ever done anything totally wrong or been rude to you? It's not their fault they were born. You can't always chose your family. You get what you're given. I understand that you hate your mother and you have every right to. She ruined you family, she cheated and she hurt you. But these kits? You shouldn't cut them out of your life."

Buzzardpaw felt his claws sinking into the earth, anger pulsing through his body at the idea that this cat was telling him to accept the kits who had brought about the drastic change in lifestyle.

Thinking more about it, he had to admit to himself that Pebblekit, the she-kit, was less... Spruceflowerish. She had gotten into trouble more than once for attempting to escape the nursery, wherein no doubt, Spruceflower was holding her two kits near prisoner. Pebblekit alone seemed to be seperate somehow. Cloudkit however... Cloudkit was just like Whitepelt. Subserviant to Spruceflower, willing to do anything and everything the stupid she-cat wished.

"I think that everything seems awful but if you let the kits in you'll be happier having cats to talk to, family is great. I hate being the only kit my parents had, it's lonely. I wish I had siblings to play with, to talk to, to sneak around and to go on adventures with. I know you already have your sister for that but would it hurt to add a few more to your family? I'm not saying you have to forgive your mother, or even that you have to like her new mate but maybe you should give these new kits a chance..."

Buzzardpaw let out a snort. "You don't know them, Ochrepaw. Pebblekit, maybe. She seems more individual and less likely to conform to Spruceflower, but Cloudkit... Cloudkit is just like Whitepelt. He bends to her every will from what I have heard. Like a little servant. From there, he seems to like telling anyone who will listen how stupid and worthless Stripepaw and I are. I don't think he has ever even seen me, but he feels quite inclined to think horribly of me just because of Spruceflower."

[/color] His eyes sparkled with anger, thinking about the small, fluffy white tom kit.

Mouse brain.
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[Hazel]

Ochrepaw wondered what it would be like to be part of DustClan, to be a witness to what was happening in this other cats life. He wasn't aware of anything like that happening in MarshClan, but he had never thought to look. Would he notice it now that he knew it existed? It was possible but all he would see was problems he would never be able to solve or he would be told to mind his own business.

His orange tail swept the ground behind him as he heard Buzzardpaw snort and begin to speak.

"You don't know them, Ochrepaw. Pebblekit, maybe. She seems more individual and less likely to conform to Spruceflower, but Cloudkit... Cloudkit is just like Whitepelt. He bends to her every will from what I have heard. Like a little servant. From there, he seems to like telling anyone who will listen how stupid and worthless Stripepaw and I are. I don't think he has ever even seen me, but he feels quite inclined to think horribly of me just because of Spruceflower."

Ochrepaw looked into the apprentice's eyes and saw the anger, Ochrepaw was starting to see how angry he was with his mother for getting a new mate. At least Buzzardpaw was now considering given at least one of his new siblings a chance.

"You're right, I don't know them and I probably never will, but you? You can get to know them, you have the choice. Even if you accept just Pebblekit you might feel better and be less angry." The MarshClan cat wasn't sure what to say but he said what he could feel in his heart and what he thought would not offend Buzzardpaw in any way.

[Dawn]

"You're right, I don't know them and I probably never will, but you? You can get to know them, you have the choice. Even if you accept just Pebblekit you might feel better and be less angry."

Buzzardpaw flicked his ears slightly, his narrowed eyes on his paws. What Ochrepaw made sense... he couldn't hide it from himself. Pebblekit was not at fault... perhaps he should give her a chance... save her from Spruceflower's influence. Perhaps then he would be helping her and the rest of the Clan by making sure Pebblekit wasn't completely transformed by their mother.

He looked up at Ochrepaw. "You know, as much as my pride dislikes it, I think you may be right. About Pebblekit at least. And perhaps you two will meet, I'll not forget your help in getting me to attempt to bring some ties between my sister and I. Perhaps it will all work out... perhaps. If it does, you have my gratitude."

[/color] He meowed, inclining his head slightly to the other tom - something he never thought he would do to a MarshClan cat. "And if it doesn't work out, well, you still have my gratitude for listening."[/color] He meowed, looking up and smiling at Ochrepaw. His... friend? It was so odd to think that he could have a friend in MarshClan.... but perhaps this was just more proof that not every cat within a group, was like every other cat in it.

How odd, how what he had learned today from Ochrepaw could be applied to both Pebblekit and Ochrepaw, though in different ways. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[Hazel]

Ochrepaw waited for Buzzardpaw's reaction. He wondered what the other tom was thinking. Did Buzzardpaw agree with him? Or was he going to freak out at the very thought of accepting his new family members? Either way all he could do was wait while Buzzardpaw thought it over.

The tom looked up from his paws to Ochrepaw and spoke. "You know, as much as my pride dislikes it, I think you may be right. About Pebblekit at least. And perhaps you two will meet, I'll not forget your help in getting me to attempt to bring some ties between my sister and I. Perhaps it will all work out... perhaps. If it does, you have my gratitude.And if it doesn't work out, well, you still have my gratitude for listening."

Ochrepaw blinked while nodding his head to acknowledge that Buzzardpaw gave him his gratitude no matter how the situation turned out.

"See what I mean? It helps sometimes to just talk about it, even to someone you don't know." He smiled happy to have help in some way. He felt special, in a sense, he had managed to gain the trust of this tom despite what his Clan had done to DustClan. Buzzardpaw could have assumed the whole idea was Ochrepaw's idea and had fought him over it, but some how Buzzardpaw thought he would be able to trust the other apprentice, and he was right about that. The MarshClan apprentice smiled to himself.