For people confused about Flood and Gold going into battle in chap 2, they had both trained all day, and the other apprentices were out with their mentors.
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She sat by the river. If all she could do was mope and eat prey, she might as well hunt for her Clan. A small sparrow lay beside her. She swished a paw in, snatched up a fish, and lay on the bank. She did it again two more times, and grasped the three fish by the tails in her jaws. She tucked the bird under her chin and wobbled back to camp.

She brought a fish to Airwhisker who was basking in the sun. She gave a curt nod to Floodpelt and Nightfire.

"Thank you, Goldleaf." Airwhisker purred. "Look at that two, mm? Quite a pair. The nursery will be occupied soon."

"Oh, yes." She said through gritted teeth.
She nodded and padded away.

...

The sun was setting now, and a full moon was rising. She sat in the warriors den, idly grooming her mud caked paws. She heard a yowl summoning a Clan meeting. I suppose Lightstar is deciding the cats for the Gathering. She stood up.
"Cats to go to the Gathering... Sunheart, Mossfire, Robinfur, Mudfoot, Creamfrost, Emberwhisker, Floodpelt, Thrushfeather, Nightfire, Treetail, and Goldleaf."

The cats not called were about to disperse, when Lightstar raised her tail. "Wait." She called.

"I say these words before StarClan, so that the spirits of our warrior ancestors may hear and approve of my choice. The new deputy of RiverClan is Robinfur."

...
The cats of RiverClan plunged into the clearing. Lightstar had a long report.
Flowerstar, ShadowClan's new leader, was sitting primly on the rock. She gave her report.

"Snowstar has passed this last moon." She announced. "Brightwhisker unfortunately died of greencough before she could take place as leader. Mossfire and Jumpfoot are also dead."

Morningstar, ThunderClan's leader, gave his announcement as "ThunderClan has nothing to report, except for us passing the famine where no one helped us."
He glared at the other leaders.
Featherstar padded up. "We have a new deputy, Acorntail." She announced.

Lightstar took her turn. Whispers arose.

"Wolfstar lost his last life when rogues attacked our camp!" she yowled. "We also have seven new warriors, Thrushfeather, Nightfire, Emberwhisker, Creamfrost, Floodpelt, Treetail, and Goldleaf."

Cheers came from the cats, and Goldleaf stood straighter.

When the leaders jumped down, and cats mingled, she found herself face to face with a large orange ThunderClan tom with blue eyes. "Hello." He purred. "Hi." Goldleaf mewed cautiously. "Anything of note going on in RiverClan?" The question was friendly, but she saw a malicious gleam in the tom's eyes. "No." she said coldly, walking away. I bet he was trying to find weakness so he could attack Sunningrocks!

Soon the Gathering was over. Lightstar led RiverClan back to camp. Goldleaf crawled into her nest, looking for sleep.
...

The beaming sun woke her. She yawned, and stretched, curling her paws. She padded out into the clearing, and heard an irritable yowl from the elders den. Since they had no apprentices or kits, she supposed as the youngest warrior she'd better see to them before she got a scolding.

Scruffpelt was sratching his ear with a hind leg. "Get some mouse bile, would you?" he snapped, not even looking up.
Goldleaf padded to the medicine den. "May I have some mouse bile?" she asked, sneezing at the sharp scents drifting into her nose.
"Yes. Be sure to wash in the river, though!" Streamsong said, pushing a soaked ball of moss toward her. Goldleaf speared it with her claws and hobbled back to the elders' den.

Scruffpelt told her where to put it, and she doused the tick in the gross liquid. It dropped off.

She went toward the river, washing her paws in the cold water. She finished, and not wanting to go back to camp yet, she sat beneath a tree.

"You're so funny!" she heard a purr and saw the two cats she loved and hated most sitting by the river.
She snarled loudly and left. She let out all the emotions she had locked away. She lashed out her claws down a tree, scoring deep gashes down the bark. "Why, StarClan? Why must you torture me so?" she snarled. "Everything... it's too much..."
Her name was being called. She saw the muzzle poke through the trees. Why couldn't this tom leave her alone, for StarClan's sake?

"I know something is wrong." He said, his grey fur fluffed, "Why are you so mad?"

"Why am I mad?" she snarled, "Why am I mad? You are blind! I'm mad because you never saw! You never saw, did you?"

"I-"

"Every day a heartbreak! Every day! And you were just oblivious, laughing with Nightfire- and she knew I loved you, she knew and didn't tell you, just took over. But I am done. I am done, Floodpelt, you had your chance, and you threw it out! I never want to see you again." She spat.

His jaws gaped in shock. She hissed at him. And ran.

...
"Where am I?" she murmured. The enormity of what she had done- what have you done? What have Idone?

She emptied her mind and took in her surroundings. A babbling creek. Waving grass. A large Twoleg den, large sheep and horses around it.

I must be near the farm. She thought, awestruck. "

"Goldleaf!" A voice yowled in the distance. "Where are you?"

She saw the last cat she wanted to see.
It was Nightfire.

A/N- Oh, my. What's this? She told him? 27 reviews before I update. Make it 30 and I will do an extra long chappie!