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      — Truth or action?       Darkstripe shuddered in surprise. He was too lost in his thoughts again and did not notice how the turn reached him.       Tigerclaw looked at him expectantly.       — T-truth… — mumbled Darkstripe.       — Who do you love?       But this is exactly what the Darkstripe did not expect.       — Uh… No one.       Of course he lied. He loves.       He loves the Brokenstar, who has so far lived in the Thunderclan in the position of a prisoner.       Darkstripe doesn’t know what he found in this cruel tyrant. But the Brokenstar charmed him, made him fall in love with himself. And Darkstripe doesn’t know what to do with it. ***       — Darkstripe, today you will be the guard at the cave of the Brokentail. — Tigerclaw ordered. The heart of the dark-striped jumped with joy, and the cat jumped in the direction of the place indicated above.       Some time after he took up his post, Darkstripe felt that it was dripping unpleasantly from the sky.       Darkstripe slipped into the cave of the Brokentail like a quiet shadow.       — Who’s here? — the prisoner croaked.       — I am, — Darkstripe replied softly, smiling into his moustache.       — Who is “I”?! Can’t you say it normally?! — Brokentail hissed with displeasure.       — Darkstripe, — the dark-striped cat squeaked.       — And what are you doing here?       Darkstripe took a quick look at the street.       — It’s… just… raining… — Darkstripe muttered.       — Okay. Lie down here. — The blind man pointed with his tail to the place next to him.       Darkstripe could not believe his ears, but, squeaking happily, settled down next to the Brokentail.       Darkstripe watched the sleeping prisoner with adoration, noting that in this form he looks less dangerous.       Brokentail squirmed on the floor, his tail darting from side to side. It looks like he was having a nightmare.       The cat hissed softly and buried his muzzle in the fur of the Darkstripe. The dark-striped one cautiously hugged the cat with his tail.       Brokentail squeaked softly and whimpered like a kitten. Darkstripe, who decided to take on the super-important mission to calm the blind man, lightly rubbed his nose against his cheek.       The cat clung to the Darkstripe, licking its dark fur. Darkstripe squealed slightly in surprise.       Soon the Brokentail’s breathing became even, he had already calmed down. Darkstripe purred with satisfaction.       Although the day was rainy, Darkstripe found it pleasant for itself.