Cinderfoot had woken when the sun was high. He had spent the night on a patrol since a few cats say signs a badger was close to the camp. A bit to close for the leaders liking. So he was sent on the night patrol and didn't find a thing. Even though it was quite boring, he found peace in the solitude of the night. With a soft sign, he stretched his legs out before slowly walking out of the warriors burrow, his tail sweeping the ground below him. He was unusually tired for having slept as long as he did. But then again, that's always the toll that the night patrol takes on cats. Feeling his stomach growl, Cinderfoot padded to the kill pile. He searched through the carcasses of successfully hunted prey, looking for something that seems appetizing. Eventually, at the bottom of the pile, he found a nice, plump mouse. Perfect. With a smile on his maw, he picked up the prey, trotting to the middle of the clearing to catch some of the sun's rays while he ate. He laid down carefully, his tail curled to his side. The Tom tore into flesh and blood, snapping bones and enjoying his meal. Nothing can ruin this moment. He thought as he ate.

Cinderfoot's ears suddenly twitched at the sound of someone walking up to him. Turning his head, blood dripping from his maw as he looked up at Thornstar, his leader. He quickly swallowed what was in his mouth before forcing his body into a sitting position. "H-Hey Thornstar! How's your morning going?" He asked, hoping the leader didn't come to bring him bad news, more chores or was made at him for a recent prank. "Did you see anything on your patrol?" The leader asked sternly. That was it? Cinderfoot thought as he shook his head. "No. I didn't find anything. Not even a paw print. Are you sure the others found badger tracks? Maybe it was from a rabbit. Or squirl." The Black pawed Tom answered, finding the others to be seeing things or simply just anxious. Oakfall was on that patrol and he has been on edge ever since his mate has had trouble with her pregnancy.

Thornstar sighed heavily, turning to walk away. "We can never be to sure. Make sure you warn the others to be careful on there patrols. We don't need anyone else dieing to a badger." Cinderfoot's eyes widened at the leaders words. He made eye contact with Thornstar for a moment. The other had a look of sympathy. Cinderfoot found his ears lowering. The leader had refured to the insident that has taken his brother, Archsight. He and his brother where close. Closer then he was with any of his litter mates. When he heard the news of his brothers death, he wasn't his usual self for moons. Just recently he had started to get over it. Shaking his head, Cinderfoot chose to not fall down that rabbit hole again. He quickly ran off to warn everyone to be careful on patrols and be aware of a badger lurking in the territory.

Cinderfoot had been talking to Oakfall, Ravenstorm and Brainstorm, warning them about the rumor of the badger lurking about. While he was speaking, he noticed Oakfall was distracted, clearing not paying attention. He had followed the others gaze, finding him to be staring at his mate. He could tell the other was worried about her and was on edge for the arrival of there kits. Cinderfoot had no idea what to say or do to make the other relax and feel at ease. So once he was done talking, he turned on his heals and left. As he did, he saw Oakfall almost running to his mate. Cinderfoot chuckled to himself, his tail swaying within a light breeze.

Cinderfoot had taken a deep breath, tilting his head back as the wind past through. It was a peaceful time for the clans. Which meant he was at peace. Finding a nice spot in the sun that also allowed him to feel the wind, he layed down. He laid on his side, his limbs stretched out while his eyes closed. He purred to himself as his fur rustled with the wind. He felt incredibly calm. He felt like he could only truly relax within the safety of his clan. He trusted everyone within the camp grounds, viewing most as family without actually being blood related. Letting out a soft sign, Cinderfoot found himself drifting off, the tip of his tail rising and falling contently.

Mothleaf knew what the queen meant. To choose the kits over her if their was any signs of her leaving to StarClan. Mothleaf's heart dropped, but she nodded, "Yes, Rosefur, though that won't stop me from trying to save you. You will make it out alive with your healthy kits. And you will raise them with Oakfall."

Cinderfoot was resting peacefully in the warm dirt, his eyes closed and muscles relaxed. His relaxing moment was interrupted when he heard the frantic yells and gasps of the apprentices. His body shot up like a spring, quickly rising to his paw. He stared at the two, his eyes wide at there injuries. The Tom had started moving to the others before he even heard Mothleaf ask him to help. He had picked up Ashpaw by his scruff as he did look worse then Maplepaw. He hurried to the medicine den, letting Maplepaw lean on him if the other needed.

Once in the den, he gently laid Ashpaw in a nest before helping Maplepaw lay down. "Okay okay.. you two should be okay now.. Mothpaw will be here soon. Just.. just try to relax okay? Just relax and you'll be fine.." he said quickly, his head constantly snapping around as he was searching for when Mothleaf would walk in. He was worried for the young apprentices safety and well being. He started to get antsy, silently cursing at Mothleaf for taking so long.