"...and Fawnpaw got scratched by a rabbit. I never seen a cat injured by prey, and it was strange, but at the same time, I felt bad for her..." Specklefur continued on as she talked to Whisper about her day after she left. "Suddenly, after I'm done helping Fawnpaw, both Silverstreak and Whitejay came in because a patrol of ShadowClan cats attacked them, saying they were trespassing on their territory."

Whisper listened with fascination. "Wow, you must've been tired after all that!"

"I feel like StarClan wants me to keep on working until I have no scrap of energy left," Specklefur replied, yawning. "But right now, I'm fine," she said. 'For now.'

"For now," Whisper joked, repeating what Specklefur thought. "Wait here, I'll get us both a mouse."

He jumped up the fence, and after what felt like a single heartbeat, Whisper and Specklefur were eating two plump mice. "My twolegs has this area full of fat mice. His monster also sleeps there, but my twolegs never let me in while it's awake."

Specklefur nodded. She hasn't seen such a fat mouse in a long time. "Well, don't tell any clan cats, or they'll take all the mice there before you can say mice." she joked.

Soon, after hunting nearby RiverClan territory (it would be weird if Specklefur brought in fat mice from twolegplace), she said goodbye to Whisper and went off. But before she took a single step, she heard someone.

"Specklefur?"

'It's Singedpaw!' Specklefur couldn't lose her apprentice's trust! She spun around, fur bristling from fear.

Singedpaw was a white cat, with a burnt back leg. His amber eyes had a hint of confusion in it, but no anger. "Why were you with a kittypet?"

Specklefur actually didn't know why. Yes, they had fun yesterday, but why did she come back? Yes, he would be the perfect friend, but she wasn't allowed to go to any kittypet's home.

"I-I was chasing a mouse, and it went under the fence," she lied.

"That's what happened yesterday. Tell me why you were there today."

Specklefur was shocked. Did Singedpaw actually follow her yesterday, too?!

Singedpaw shook his head. "Sorry if I disturbed you. I'm just confused as to why you were with a kittypet. You can tell me if you want to, and I promise I won't get mad, even if you were planning to slip a collar around your neck and join them."

Specklefur sighed with relief. "Well, no, I don't want to be a kittypet, but I returned because he seemed like a nice cat. He even knew how to hunt."

Singedpaw nodded as if he approved of that answer. "Okay. I'll just tell Streamstar you were hunting with me. I'll help you carry all the mice you caught."

Suddenly, Specklefur felt relieved that she got Whisper off her chest to someone she could trust most: someone who trusted her.

But as Specklefur entered camp, the disturbing feeling told her that Nightshade was giving her a hard stare. Not everyone trusted her, but she knew everyone will know one day. And she had a very terrible thought. 'Maybe Nightshade will be the one to tell them all...'

(The Next Day...)

"All cats old enough to swim, gather for a clan meeting," Streamstar called. Specklefur was resting in her den, tired after taking care of an entire patrol. ShadowClan's deputy, Antwing, had fought a patrol, saying they've been stealing prey. 'But it's the other way around!' she had thought when the patrol told her their story. 'ShadowClan's been stealing prey!'

Feeling too tired to walk, Specklefur stuck her head out her den and tried listening from there.

"We all know that ShadowClan have been attacking us and stealing prey. Well, we have to fight back. At the next half-moon, we will launch an attack." Streamstar commanded.

Specklefur disagreed with fighting, which was somewhat why she became a medicine cat. When she heard that Streamstar had planned an attack, she couldn't help but think, 'What about all the cats that get injured? Is this worth it?'

She knew instantly that that was a stupid thing to think. Of course it'd be worth it! Redstar would stop getting his cats to attack RiverClan for who-knows-why!