A/N: Here is chapter 10. Is it 10? I think so. Sorry for not posting chapters, I had a bunch of projects these past few weeks that I had to finish. But I'm done now! Last time, which was quite a while ago, I said whoever reviewed or something would get a scone or two from Hawkfrost. Here you go! Those people are Cinderstar377 and Swiftstar1, I think. Wow, my mind is off today! Well, here's you're scones. Come on out here, Hawkfrost!

Hawkfrost: *gaged and chained to an iron ball while holding a silver platter with scones* Mmggg. *hands plate closer to me*

Aww, thanks Hawkfrost! You sure can be a fake sweetheart when I want you to! Ok, on with the fanfiction!

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Skypaw padded in the forest, Hailfang close to her. In front, Dewstar, who was leading the patrol, stiffened. He looked back at his apprentice. "Fluffypaw, what do you smell?" The queen sniffed the air. "DarkClan, but it's faint. Their patrol hasn't been here for a while. And, from the looks of it, they haven't crossed the border." Dewstar nodded. "Very good. Patrol, follow." The group of cats followed him. Now that Tinykit was older and less reliant on her mother, Dewstar had been training more and more with Fluffypaw, getting in as much training time as they could both manage. So far, the queen had been making good progress. The patrol walked across the border. When the patrol stopped to mark their scent, Skypaw looked around at the tall trees. Leaf-fall was here, and tainted the trees in pretty colors. She couldn't help but marvel at the scenery. When the patrol was done, Dewstar nodded, and they continued their route to the WaterClan border. A cold breeze ruffled Skypaw's fur and made her shiver. Her leaf-bare pelt hadn't fully grown yet, so every chill in the air made her shiver. They reached the border to WaterClan in quick minutes. Once there, Tigermoon, who was on the patrol, went and marked a large fern with his scent. Once the border was properly marked, they continued their route. Skypaw sniffed the air, and a familiar yet different scent hit her nose. She looked around to see that the other members of her patrol had seen what she smelled: a WaterClan patrol was advancing their way. Dewstar calmly sat down and curled his tail around his paws as a patrol lead by Smokeclaw, the new deputy, came around. "Greetings, Dewstar," he said as they came closer.

"Greetings Smokeclaw. How's WaterClan going this day?"

Smokeclaw licked his dark gray paw. "We are going well, thanks. The fish might be swift, but we are swifter, and our bellies stay full. And you?"

"Same here." he replied. "The prey may be starting to hide away, but LightningClan has always been able to get them. We are fine as well."

Smokeclaw got up from his short wash. He turned his head to his patrol, a group of five cats, and they got up as well. "Well, we've got a patrol to do, as I think you cats do as well. See you at the Gathering!" He then ran deeper into his territory, followed by the cats. Dewstar got up himself and stalked deeper in the forest, followed by Skypaw and the rest. They walked through the golden forest, leaves crunching under their paws until they reached the camp tunnel. Once in camp, Skypaw ran towards the Flatrocks. The Flatrocks were a place in the camp that quickly grew warm in the sun, and able to keep some heat, even in leaf-bare. It was a popular place in camp, so there was sections for each position in camp, the best being for the elders, queens and leader. Skypaw ran for the apprentice's section, wanting to sleep in the warmth of the sun. On the section was Forestpaw, who was eating a mouse on it. She padded over to her brother. "Hullo, Forestpaw!" she mewed as she laid down on the warming rocks. Forestpaw swallowed a piece of his mouse before answering: "Hi there. How was the dawn patrol?"

"It was okay. Nothing bad happened. We did see a WaterClan patrol though."

"Ah. Who was in it?"

"Well, I recognized Swallowfoot and Patchtail from the Gatherings, and that's it. I didn't know the others. Oh yeah! Smokeclaw was leading it."

Forestpaw licked his jaws clean of any trace of his meal: "Yeah, that guy. He's the new deputy now, after Pearlfur died."

"How did she die anyway?"

"Snake bite. She was fishing in an area that had a lot of tall grass. She was so concentrated on her fishing that she didn't notice the snake until it bit her."

"How do you know this stuff anyway?"

Forestpaw smirked: "I get my way around at Gatherings. The story is that she died from a snake bite. That's what Flamefur said, and he's a senior warrior."

"Yeah, well, he might be a senior warrior, but he still hangs out with Snowpelt, which bugs me a lot. That tom is always so mean."

"Yeah, I know. Let's hope StarClan sics a badger on him or something."

She giggled and playfully cuffed her brother in the ear. "Or poisons his fresh-kill."

There batting soon got into a full-scale play fight, with each of them trying to win. Both their pelts were quickly getting clogged with dust and leaves, but they wouldn't stop until one was the winner. Finally, Skypaw got pinned down, unable to get up or attack. Forestpaw grinned. "Looks like I win again!" Skypaw got up from his loosened grasp and shook her dusty pelt. "Yeah, but you're bigger than me. Plus, you used that move of yours that I didn't learn yet."

"A good warrior should be able to defeat all kinds of opponents," retaliated Forestpaw.

Skypaw playfully hissed at her brother before lying down on the flat stone. After all, the main reason she came there was to sleep, and the battle of theirs didn't improve the situation. Her paws under her chin, she slowly closed her eyes.

"Wake up!"

Skypaw scrambled up, surprised. Someone had just yelled in her ear! She opened her eyes to see the only cat that would have done that: Blizzardpaw. "Why can't you be a normal cat and wake me up with your paw or something?" she said as she put he paws over her eyes. Blizzardpaw smirked. "Because I'm far from normal. I thought you knew this already! Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that Quailsong and Badgerpelt wanted to get all the apprentices together for battle training. And since we're currently named SkyPAW and BlizzardPAW, that includes us." Skypaw got up with a moan and followed he sister through the camp tunnel, to the training grounds. When they arrived, most of the cats were there. Badgerpelt was looking at them blankly, while Quailsong was busy grooming her flank before the session. They were standing on the edges of the beach, while in the sand sat Icepaw, Spottedpaw and Nightpaw. Skypaw and her other sister took her place next to the other apprentices as they waited for Forestpaw. After a bit of time, he came sprinting into the area, panting like he ran through the whole forest, his fur sticking out in all directions. "Sorry I'm late!" he panted. "I-I was out hunting, and I didn't see the time!" he said as he tried to catch his breath. Badgerpelt called: "Your alright Forestpaw, only a little late. Next time though I would like it if you were on time next time." he turned to the apprentices. "Now, me and Quailfeather have called you all do you could practice some moves together, as well as teach you some new ones. Ready? Ok, let's start the session."

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Skypaw limped towards the medicine cat, trying not to put weight on her front right paw. She didn't want to cause any more pain to herself. She stepped carefully in the den, trying not to step in any leaves they left behind. "Hello?" she called out. Honeypelt stuck her head from the herb storage. "Hello Skypaw. What's the matter?" Skypaw sat down and showed her her bleeding paw. "We were coming back from training and I got a thorn in my pad." Honeypelt nodded and squeezed through the hole to the herb storage. She came out holding different varieties of herbs in her jaws. She had no clue what each one was, but was sure that Branchstripe knew every single one of them and their uses. She sighed and laid down as Honeypelt prepared the herbs. "Branchstripe's not here, in case you were wondering. He's off to get some oak leaves. It's better to get them in leaf-fall when there on the ground and already a bit of dry." Skypaw flustered about. "I don't like him if thats what you're wondering! We're just friends, that's all." Honeypelt laughed like she had heard the best joke in the world. Skypaw kitted her cat eyebrows together in confusion. "What's so funny?" she asked, sort of getting ticked off at the older she-cat. She chuckled for a bit, then spoke: "It's because that's not at all what I mean! I know when cats are in love, it's always as plain as the clouds in the sky. I know you two are only friends, even if your with him more than a usual patient. But, I do notice love in other places, like with you and the new warrior there, Thunderclaw." The young apprentice blushed, trying to hide her feelings. It's true that she had a little crush on the spoken tom, but she didn't know it was that obvious. Honeypelt stoked her tail across Skypaw's head to soothe her obvious discomfort. "It's okay, most cats are blind to the sings of love. It only very few cats and most medicine cats that can detect it, and fewer more detect it with themselves or their crush. Don't worry your little head on that." Honeypelt finished putting the poultice on her paw an examine her work, looking for flaws in the medicine. Looking satisfied, she picked up the execs herbs in her mouth and put them away in the herb storage. When she was done, she turned to Skypaw. "I want you to stay here for the night while that heals. Normally I would confine you to the camp for the rest of the day with some warnings and precautions, but after Blizzardpaw snuck out of camp to go hunt and limp around when she had an injury, it's now a no. You can sleep in that best there by the water pool." she pointed to a mossy in between a wall and a pool clear blue water. She settled down in the nest, trying not to make her injured paw touch the ground to much. Laying down, she realized how tired she was. Ready for sleep, she closed he eyes, the moon peaking it's way into the sky while the sun bided farewell.

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YES! IT'S DONE! This chapter took me WEEKS to write because some days I would write, some days I wouldn't, and even the days I would it wasn't much. Hurf. I'm on my bus right now and it's so darn early that I can see the sunrise right now.(When I upload this though it will be the afternoon)School and winter's approach is NOT a good combo. For all you guys right now on the other side of the world that are like in Australia or Argentina or whatever, be glad that summer's on your way. Okay, back to my original rambling purpose. I'll try to post more Forest Mysteries soon, and, uh, keep on reading and writing I guess! Au revoir!(Goodbye!)

~Puzzlefreak14

Fun Fact: Originally, Large-ear was a cream tom, but now he's a white one with some brown somewhere, but I can't remember exactly where.