A/N- Say it with me folks, INNUENDO! Read on if that's not too scary for you. No rating change. Unless they force me to.

Chapter 2

Sandstorm had her eyes set on the target. Countdown 4-3-2-1-contact!

"Oh, hello, Sandstorm," Brackenfur meowed.

"Hey, Brackenfur. You want to do something fun?"

'What? I thought she was after Fireheart. Oh well, his loss.' "Uh, sure. What is it?"

"We don't really need to put it into words, do we?"

'Oh, that.' "Apparrently not."

"Good."

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Cinderpelt saw the two of them disappear in the direction of Fourtrees.

"It's a sorry sight, isn't it?" It was Runningwind.

"Yeah, poor Brackenfur."

He snorted. "They can't even wait for nightfall."

"Can you?"

"Depends. Is that a question or an offer?"

"Oh, it's definately an offer."

"Then there's no need to wait until nightfall."

Suddenly, she spotted Graystripe walking through the camp, returning from his hunting patrol. She wanted to ask him a few questions.

"Just a few minutes, okay, Runningwind?"

"Just don't be long," he purred.

"Thanks." She ran over to Graystripe. "Hey, can I talk to you? Not here, it's private."

"Sure. Is Sunningrocks private enough?"

Heheheh, just where I wanted to go, Inner Cinderpelt cackled. I have a plan. "Sounds perfect," her normal self said.

They walked together toward Sunningrocks.

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Silverstream crossed the river, hoping to see Graystripe again. She missed him, and in the RiverClan camp, the same thing was happening as in the ThunderClan camp. Itches were apparrently running rampant throughout the forest.

"Today's the day," she said to herself. "And there he-who's that with him?"

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Cinderpelt sat down facing Graystripe. "I heard something about you today, and I, uh, I wanted to see if it's true."

"What did you hear about me?"

"Yes, what did you hear about him?" Silverstream meowed coldly, stepping into the Sunningrocks clearing and glaring daggers at Cinderpelt.

"Nothing good. I'm only going to give him a word of advice."

"What's that?" Graystripe asked.

"Stop seeing Fireheart. It's not cool."

Silverstream shuddered and backed away from Graystripe. "Gross! You-you led me on all this time, PERVERT!"

Graystripe looked as if he'd been thrown, unwillingly, into the river. "B-but, I'm not, I swear I'm not like that!"

"Prove it. Fireheart says that you and he are, but it might just be him who is. Prove right now that you're not." Inner Cinderpelt was cackling evilly now, Haha, that will be an interesting topic at the next Gathering.

"Prove it?"

"Well, yeah."

"Now? In front of you?"

"Well, I need to know that you're not, otherwise I won't be able to sleep at night."

"Uh, ok."

Silverstream looked confused. "Hey, right here, right now? With me?"

Graystripe nodded and Cinderpelt meowed, "Well he is in love with you.

"Right, here it is then. Awesome."

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Back at camp, Bluestar had the strangest feeling that most of the Clan was feeling the itch at the same time. She decided to walk around camp to try to find Whitestorm, she wanted to send a hunting party out. She stuck her head into the warriors' den, expecting to see him. Instead, she saw something completely unexpected.

"Whitestorm are you-oh, sorry. Wait, Spottedleaf, is that you" I remember when I was that young. Oh well, I can't really punish them, can I?

Fireheart and Spottedleaf just stared at their leader, unable to say anything. They were both overwhelmed at the incredible amount of awkwardness.

"Oh, he's cleared out then. You two must have been too much for him. Sorry for...interrupting you." Bluestar left the den thinking, If the medicine cat can do it, I can too. Whitestorm, where are you?

Bluestar was feeling the itch.

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Cinderpelt ran back through the trees, alone this time. Her eyes were very, very wide.

Well, he sure isn't gay, Inner Cinderpelt purred, stifling a severe nosebleed. Lead me to Runningwind!

"Be quiet, you!" Cinderpelt meowed. "My plan worked; now Fireheart's gonna get some payback for what he did! At the next Gathering, he's gonna get it! But before that-"

"Runningwind!" Inner Cinderpelt and she said together.

A/N- Yes, the "itch" is definately running rampant. Any ideas for another chapter anyone? Read and Review, or else this is the end.