Hello again. I will be completing I-really-hope-not's request on an other chapter (sorry). This one is not really a rant, I suppose it can stand as a rant against wanting to write a one-shot without having a place to post it? So, what if I make this rant about crowds when you don't want them? (Oh well, this will be whatever it turns out to be).

I-really-hope-not: That's a nice idea... Challenging. Thanks.

Asterpaw shifted uncomfortably on the dry grass beneath her paws. She flattened her ears against the screeches of kits and the occasional splash of water. The sun was unbearably hot and most Riverclan warriors were busy lazing in the sun or swimming I the water, probably the

only clan unaffected .The constant chatter of warriors was like the constant thrumming of the river than ran protectively around the camp.

The sky was nearly cloudless, clear apart from a few lingering wispy clouds, shifting ever so slightly at every passing moments in the almost non-existent breeze, and she cringed as a kit tripped over her tail, landing on her soft pink nose before running to her mother. Watching a patch of stray lilies sway softly in a newly-found breeze that ruffled her fluffy grey fur, her focuse kept being shattered as the noise from her clanmates and the seeping heat that was starting to pain her. She had to stop herself from hissing at her clanmates to be quiet, and then concluded that she wanted to get a small break from this constant noise and heat.

Sighing, she got up and retreated down silently into reeds, grinning slightly, she dipped her front paws into the fresh water of the river. She shivered from the transition from warmth to cold, and deciding on the quick way, backed away slightly before taking a leaping jump into the frothy waters below. Out of practiced habit, she opened her eyes slightly, watching oxygen bubbles from her fall rush back to the surface. She waited until the bubbles had faded, blessing her ability to navigate the swirling current, and reached out her paw to feel for an old willow root reaching through the earth and into the water. Snagging her claws onto it, she pulled herself into a greater darkness of a small cave, and let the little bit of oxygen that wasn't left screaming out of her lungs to guide her up to the surface.

Gasping, she scrambled onto a mossy shore, feeling the water pool around her paws. Opening her eyes, she looked at all the efforts she had put through her work. The clay mixed into the earth walls of the den were capturing delicate flowers she had stolen from twolegs, including her favourite; aster, larkspur, and violet. Through the cracked ceiling, tiny bits of us lights peaked through the darkness. Over her head, intertwined with more flowers and ivy arched the silvery roots that supported the soil above. The floor was lined with the softest moss she could collect, and before her stood a small pool of water, indigo near the bottom, tinted white and sky-blue with the sun that shone over the surface beyond the dissimulated wall. From her vantage point she could still see the water rippling slowly from when she had disturbed it, so different from the uninterrupted river outside.

So... Well, I felt like writing about that hideout:). Please leave your comments and suggestions for future updates.