Slipperyfeet stepped into the Warriors' den, his wounds from today's border skirmish aching. The Tom picked his way through the nests until he flopped down into his nest of thick moss. Fatigue hung over Slipperyfeet as he closed his eyes.

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     Slipperyfeet walked out of the den, his large gray paws kicking up dirt. Growls and hisses filled the air, and Slipperyfeet found himself flinging a cat off of him. A cat's silhouette raised a paw, as if preparing to perform a death blow. Another silhouette was pinned beneath it. His paws pounding on the ground, Slipperyfeet raced over to help the cat. He swiped at the cat, his claws cutting across its neck as it crumpled to a pile of blood-soaked fur. Blood pooled out of the enemy cat's gash.

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     Slipperyfeet awoke with a start, confusion clouding his mind as he realized he was standing outside of the den. Terror followed as he saw the blood under his claws. What have I done? Panic and fear rang though the tom's head, as he looked around desperately. Head pounding, he noticed the crumpled shape of one of the camp guards. A shriek split the air, and Slipperyfeet realized it was his own. Cats emerged from the den, confusion radiating off their sleep-ruffled pelts. Eyes wide with shock, they noticed the non-moving cat and Slipperyfeet, his paws soaked in blood.
     "What did you do?" A cry rang out.
     "I don't know!" Slipperyfeet answered. "I woke up like this!"
     Angry cries echoed around him.
"He's dead! You killed him!"
"Banish him, Treestar!"
The ginger leader stepped forward to meet Slipperyfeet's terrified gaze. "Why did you do this?" She snarled.
"He was sleepwalking," a voice mewed as Slipperyfeet saw his sister, Milkfur, pad up beside him.
"I don't give a couple of mouse tails if he was awake or not!" Treestar hissed. "He's a danger to the clan as long as he is here!"
"But you can't banish him," the pale she-cat pleaded.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't," Treestar challenged, her ginger fur fluffing out.
A desperate look of thougt came across Slipperyfeet's sister. Suddenly she straightened her posture, emotion brimming in her eyes. "Because it's not his fault. It's mine."
Shocked yowls echoed the ought the silent trees. "How is this possible?" Treestar questioned.
"It doesn't matter," Milkfur quickly said, turning towards camp exit. "I'll leave now."
As the she-cat padded towards the exit, Slipperyfeet raced towards her. "What are you doing," he mewed, sounding like a crying kit. "That's not true! You aren't the reason I was sleepwalking!"
"I know," she whispered, grief hanging over her like a thick mist. "But it was the only way. I know how much you love ThunderClan, and I couldn't let Treestar banish you."
"But, but-"
"Stop acting like a helpless kit, Slipperyfeet. You're only making this harder," she snapped. With those last words, she raced off into the direction of the WindClan border.
If I can't get this under control, then Milkfur will have left in vain. Slipperyfeet felt misery like a cloud hanging above him. If I can't get it under control, then I'll never sleep again!
Every cat had moved their nest away from Slipperfeet's as the Tom walked into he den. The warriors that were still awake eyes him suspiciously. Slipperyfeet's sighed, exhaustion, grief, and confusion overwhelming him. He settled himself into has nest and let sleep cover him. It won't happen again.

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