Okay, in this chapter some of the Prophecy shows it's ugly head. Muwahhahahaha!

Vinepaw didn't have a clue. Mediling in the deaths of warriors had to be against the warrior code somehow. Reedpaw thought Sparrowpaw had the right idea. She flat out refused to return to that tree; she would keep watch in case any warriors should come by.

Reedpaw wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea of snooping around the RootTree again, but he wanted to be like Vinepaw. He wanted to be couragous and adventourous. In all the stories Maplespots and Nightbreeze told them as kits, all of the great warriors were brave and loyaly ambisious, not a coward who looked over every sistuation again and again.

Reedpaw followed his brother into the brush. He could feel Sparrowpaw's bright eyes following him untill they had disapeared into the forest. Reedpaw realized he was falling behind his brother.

"Hey!" he called as he picked up the pace. Reedpaw practicly crashed into his brother who was at a compleat stop.

"Mouse dung! What are you doing mouse brain?" he spat. Then Reedpaw lifted his eyes to the scene.

There was a few drops of scattered blood, broken undergrowth and a strong smell of BrushClan- but that was not unusual.

Vinepaw shook his head. "Probly just a messy rabbit catch," he meowed. Reedpaw nodded, but something still felt wrong.

Vinepaw began to sniff around the tree base. "Well all scents are gone by now... but let's look at the tree. Claw marks or something..." he began to pull himself up the tree. Reedpaw tilted his head back. "What do you see?" he called.

Vinepaw's voice was muffled. "Claw marks...two sets...Oh! Here is were she fell!"

"How do you know?"

"'Cause the claw mark slices down this branch. StarClan, she was holden on." A leaf fluttered down from the tree. Reedpaw batted his paw at it. "So you think she sliped?"

Vinepaw's head popped up over the edge of a branch. "No. She was pushed." His head disapeared again.

"Be carefull," Reedpaw called up. "You're sure?"

"Yeah- hey incomeing!" Vinepaw was suddenly on a much lower branch. He jumped to the ground and landed with a grunt. Reedpaw jumped back. "Hey, give a cat some warning!"

Vinepaw spat something out. "Lillyeye didn't get a warning."

Reedpaw sniffed. "What'd you bring down?"

"Have a look," Vinepaw rolled the ball of fur to her brother.

"Black and white fur?"

"Yeah," Vinepaw said proudly. "I found it on a small branch."

"So?" Reedpaw was getting tierd of this.

Vinepaw rolled his eyes at his brother's innoccence. "Lillyeye had only white fur. This," he nodded at the ball of fur, "belongs to our killer. I was right. Lillyeye was murdered."