(A/N: Tansy is back from Disney World! And is not happy to be back. I left the nice warm and sunny Florida to the snowing Indiana. Seriously? It's not supposed to snow in April!

Anyway, here's Chapter 4! All four kits are still in ThunderClan, but Swallowflight will continue being annoying in Chapter 5.)

Chapter 4

Streamflower stared at the apprentice in front of her. "You were doing what?"

Applepaw blinked, not showing a bit of guilt for her sprained paw. "Chasing a rabbit over loose stones on the edge of our territory," she mewed, looking nonchalant.

"The stones on our border with WindClan aren't safe to run on!" Streamflower hissed. "One false step and you fall off of the rocks and break a bone- or worse."

"Well, I didn't," the white apprentice mewed flatly, flicking her tail. "It's just a sprained paw, and anyway, I caught the rabbit."

The medicine cat shook her head in exasperation. "Jayfeather, what are we going to do with these mouse-brained apprentices?"

The gray tom snorted. "You're beginning to sound like me," he growled. "I say we just make that boulder area off limits to apprentices."

"But there's where all the rabbits go!" Applepaw meowed in protest. "Brackenpaw and I hunt there all the time!"

"Besides, if we make a rule against it, it'll just make the apprentices want to go there even more," Streamflower meowed. "Stony slope that isn't safe to run on? Well, I guess we better hunt there!"

Applepaw huffed angrily, whipping her tail back and forth. "I do not sound like that!"

Jayfeather snorted. "Yes you do. All apprentices sound like that."

"I never did," Streamflower mewed. "I had more sense than that!"

"Yeah, you were weird," the gray medicine cat meowed.

The tabby she-cat good-naturedly flicked the tom with her tail. "Well, if we're just going to make fun of me I guess I'll just leave then," she puffed, feigning offense. "There's some fresh daisy growing by the lake shore and I wanted to pick some."

"Don't go swimming while you're there!" Applepaw meowed. She paused, thinking about what she just said, and then snorted. "Oh wait, you're not normal. You probably never even thought of swimming in the lake when you were an apprentice!"

"And you're a ThunderClan cat, so I'm surprised you did!" Streamflower mewed, turning away from the hot-headed apprentice. She wasn't really annoyed by the white she-cat; in fact, she found it quite amusing when the apprentices found more trouble to get into, as long as it wasn't dangerous. At least they were doing something constructive, like hunting. They weren't messing with her herb store!

The tabby she-cat padded out of her den, standing on the sun-drenched grass of the camp. Glancing around to see which cats were out and about, she spied a pale gray tom standing near the fresh-kill pile. Streamflower trotted over to him, hoping he would have a moment to speak with her. She was still concerned about her dream and needed to ask the tom a few questions. "Hey, Stormpelt, do you have a moment?"

Stormpelt looked up from the mouse he was prodding. "Sure, but it'll have to be quick. Poppyfrost wants me for a border patrol, and Swallowflight's actually going to come with me for once. She says she needs to clear her head. It must be hard being stuck in camp all the time. Once the kits are made apprentices she'll be back to patrolling twice a day and doing hunting patrols in between!"

"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about," Streamflower meowed. "I'm sure you're aware that my sister and I haven't exactly been on great terms for the past several moons."

"You haven't gotten along since the last greenleaf," Stormpelt mewed. "Well, last leaf-fall you seemed to have made up, but then you had a fight again over something? I don't know. Swallowflight wouldn't tell me. She said it's your fault, though."

The tabby she-cat snorted, shaking her head in annoyance. "Of course she did. Swallowflight would never take the blame for any issue we have. Anyway, that's not what my question is about."

"You could always just ask her if you have a question about something," Stormpelt mewed. "You are sisters, you know. Most sisters talk to each other."

"I'd rather not," Streamflower replied. She stared at the tom, preparing herself to ask the questions buzzing in her mind. "Stormpelt, does Swallowflight really love you?"

The gray tom's blue eyes widened. "What?" he gasped. "Of course she does! We've been mates for over seven moons now!"

The she-cat narrowed her eyes, not sure the tom was right. "Really? Are you sure she loves you?"

Stormpelt nodded quickly. "I'm sure. We have kits together, remember? Four of them. Before we had kits, we patrolled together every day."

"Are you sure you're the kits' father?" Streamflower pressed.

"Of course I am!" the tom exclaimed, his eyes widening. "Frogkit looks exactly like me and Cloudkit looks quite a bit like me as well. Anyone can see clear as day that they're mine. Who else would the father be?"

The medicine cat flicked her tail. "Oh, I don't know. A fluffy gray tom with brilliant blue eyes from ShadowClan perhaps? The name's Newtclaw. Maybe you've heard of him. My sister had a massive crush on him as an apprentice."

Stormpelt froze at the sound of Newtclaw's name, a shadow of doubt flickering in his eyes, but after a brief moment he shook his head and regained his composure. "Swallowflight stopped having a crush on him long ago. She loves me now. It's only a coincidence that he and I look alike. Gray with blue eyes isn't exactly a rare combination. Your mentor looks just like me too!"

"Fine," Streamflower mewed, realizing he had a fair point. "Forget I asked."

"I know you and your sister aren't friends anymore, but I didn't realize you didn't even know who the father of her kits is!" Stormpelt hissed. "Maybe if you didn't spend so much time avoiding her you'd know things!"

The tom whirled around and stomped away, carrying his mouse toward the nursery. Streamflower shook her head, not sure if she believed the gray tom. He had hesitated when she asked if he was the father. Was there actually some doubt there? If he was really sure those kits were his, there wouldn't have been a reason to hesitate.

I hope I'm wrong! Streamflower thought. Stormpelt better be telling the truth about being their father!