Lost’Flower was aware of the things her clanmates said about her, the talk every warrior had heard a thousand times. Oak’Paw had asked her about it, asked her why her clanmates said such things about her. “They say you don’t contribute to the clan, Wild’paw was complaining about having to give you his rabbit because he says you’ve never hunted a day in your life” Oak’Paw had said “is that true?” Lost’Flower had given a purr of amusement at the apprentices questions. “While it’s true I don’t hunt, my blindness won’t let me, I can do many other things around camp.” She told the soon-to-be warrior as he checked her for ticks. “I sometimes help Ivy’tounge with her duties, Starclan knows she could use the extra paws since Spore’paw died. I also tell stories of former warriors to kits and paws, to keep starclan s memory alive.” Lost’Flower had explained “Oh yeah, I remember you telling me about Brave’Storm when I was barely old enough to open my eyes” Oak’Paw had replied, voice muffled as he dabbed a-

Bit of mouse bite onto a particularly large tick. “Don’t you bother with gossip Wild’paw tells you. He just likes to talk. But you keep your curiosity and kindness, you certainly showed it when you came and told me about him. You’ll make a fine warrior yet Oak’Paw”