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The prophecy had been still nagging at Leafpool. She was beginning to wish that it didn’t exist in the first place, because it just seemed that it was taking over. She couldn’t go for very long at a time without thinking about it. Things happened regardless.

The next morning, Berrypaw began his first training session. He was amazed at everything there was to be learned, all the different strategies — And this was only the beginning!

He could tell it would be difficult, but somehow he felt… sort of… less alienated than he had ever been. Until now, his sense of belonging had been vague and unimportant.