Author Note: Sorry for slow updates. Also, I accidently wrote Aquapaw with a warrior name. I have corrected it now. Sorry if there's any other mistakes like this later on. If you find any, please tell me and I will fix them as soon as possible.

Chapter
III

Brown ears flicked at the sound of small feet scurrying in the bushes. Poolpaw had finally found something. He immediately went into a sneak position and slowly crawled across the damp grass, listening carefully and following the sound of his prey's tiny heartbeat. He quickly checked the wind's position. It was blowing towards him.

Perfect, he thought. It doesn't smell me.

His tail swished from side to side as he approached the tiny mouse. His heart was pounding. It was at the other side of this small bush. He crouched down and prepared himself. Jumping into the air, his ears perked up and he landed his paw on the animal. He scooped it up and threw it into the air. It landed on the ground, dazed. He jumped onto it once again and with a quick slash of his claws, killed it.

After burying the mouse to pick up on the way back, he continued wandering. He stopped when he smelled a familiar scent. He sniffed more and realized he was smelling the tracks of the bear the night before. He looked at his paws, remembering what had happened last night. He remembered how Watercoat figured out his secret.

What if he told another cat?

He shook away the thought. Watercoat promised he wouldn't tell, and his mentor was almost as loyal as Stormfur, the RainClan deputy. The young calico stared at the bear tracks and thought for a while, letting the rain bounce off his fur. Only, he realized, there was no rain. He swished his head around, confused. Had he run out of RainClan territory - and maybe even into another Clan territory?

The terrain looked different now in the day. He wouldn't have been able to tell last night in the dark, but now he could tell a huge difference. Instead of the great tall, thick-trunked pine trees like in RainClan, the forest was full of lush, green trees with beautiful flowers and amazingly healthy plants. The rocks were covered in vines and each tree branch was covered with giant leafs. He had heard of such a place, and soon it dawned on him.

LeafClan.

Poolpaw heard that those cats climb into the trees and guard at night. Some cat was probably spying on he and Watercoat the entire time last night and - Poolpaw shivered when he realized this - they probably saw him use his power. Those evil cats probably told every cat at in LeafClan about him and his...thing, and were probably going to tell all the Clan's about it at the Gathering tomorrow as well. He would need to get help from Watercoat as soon as possible.

He sniffed and scanned the area to see if there was a cat spying on him now. When he was sure there wasn't, he bounded off back towards RainClan.

The sweet smell of rain filled his nose, allowing him to take a deep breath and calm down as the rain landed on his fur. He dug up his mouse on the way back, and continued the peaceful walk. That was when he was surprise pounced on from above. His attacker hissed as he pinned Poolpaw to the ground, forcing him a mouthful of grass. Thankfully, Watercoat had taught Poolpaw a helpful little trick. He quickly went limp, hoping his attacker would think he had given up. It worked. As the cat loosened its grip, Poolpaw sprang up and tackled it. He leapt on top of it, but stopped as he was about to dig his teeth into it when he heard a familiar meow:

"Hey! Wait! Poolpaw!"

Poolpaw stepped off and tilted his head at the cat, who stood up to reveal himself. "Drippaw?" the calico mewed surprised. He expected his friend to be angry for nearly killing him, but the usual playful voice was all that came out of his mouth.

"Nice move there!" he purred. "I would've never expected it!"

"Thanks!" Poolpaw beamed. "Watercoat taught me it. Very clever tactic," he thought maybe he should apologize to his friend for nearly killing him. "Erm, sorry for attacking you. I should've recognized your scent."

Drippaw shook his head. "No, I should be the one apologizing," he purred. "I mean, I could smell you and see your spotted fur."

Poolpaw smiled. This is why he liked to have Drippaw around. He was loyal, kind, funny, and brave. Everything anyone would ever need as a friend.

After quickly sharing tongues, the two cats parted once again in search of more prey, Poolpaw going to a more dense forest area and Drippaw off back to Dropcloud with a mouthful of fresh-kill.

Now Poolpaw just needed a bit more prey for the Clan. Then he could get back to the camp and look for Watercoat. He sniffed the area, and picked up another mouse scent. He dropped the mouse he was carrying with him, went into a crouched position, and followed the scent until he was sure he was close enough to pounce on it. In one quick move, he was on the mouse. He grabbed its head in his mouth and snapped its neck. He felt it go limp under his paws, giving him confirmation that it was dead.

A short while later, he had three mice in his mouth. He decided that was enough for now and returned to where Dropcloud was last.

He was confused when Dropcloud wasn't there. "Dropcloud?" he mewed. He opened his mouth, breathing in the forest smells and picked up Dropcloud's scent heading back to the Clan. He must have gotten bored and returned to the camp. He reassured himself.

Still, it seemed worrying. Not Drippaw nor Dropcloud were anywhere near. He shrugged off the thought and went towards the direction of the camp. He had only walked for less than a minute when he heard a loud cat hiss and was pushed over by two strong paws. He was being attacked, and this time, it wasn't Drippaw.