Yay! Chapter three! I hope you guys think this is going alright. This might seem a little confusing, since I have to keep switching from WindClan to ThunderClan, but just bear with me.

Sharpclaw woke up late, and still somewhat damp from the previous night of sitting in the rain. The rest of the warriors had already left the den, either out on patrol, or with their apprentices. The black cat stretched herself out and got up to go hunting. There wasn't anything better to do. She was about to leave through the tunnel when she heard Foxnose call her over.

She walked into the medicine cats den to see that he was searching his den for something. Sharpclaw still remembered when Butterseed had been killed by ThunderClan. They had attacked WindClan to claim rights over the field that was the border. ThunderClan had won the field, and now WindClan was training and preparing to fight them and win it back.

"Foxnose?" she called to him.

"Oh, good, you're here." The black-nosed tom looked up at her. "Would you mind running out to fetch me some poppy seeds. I'm running low."

"Sure." Sharpclaw often helped Foxnose with gathering supplies. And it would be her little farewell to the medicine cat. She jumped down from the overhanging ledge outside of his den and crawled through the tunnel. She turned down the thought of running right then. The least she could do was keep her promises; to herself and to Foxnose. And she wanted to go in secrecy. If she didn't bring back any poppy seeds, Foxnose would know something was up. Besides, she had decided she would only stay until the next Gathering, and it wasn't really that far off.

With a resigned sigh, she bit off the poppy seeds from a patch growing nearby the training clearing. She dropped them off in front of Foxnose's den and trotted back over to the tunnel to go hunting, but this time she was called over by the elders. Threetoe wanted her to fetch mouse bile for his ticks. She wanted to complain that it was apprentices work, but decided it might very well be the last thing she ever did for Threetoe.

Sharpclaw found herself once again headed for Foxnose's den. He had picked up the seeds she'd left, so she simply walked right in. Sweet scents hit her nose almost immediately, and she became suddenly drowsy. She looked over at Foxnose, who was busy organizing his supplies. The sunlight shone magnificently off his red-orange fur, giving him a almost glowing look.

"Sharpclaw?"

Foxnose's voice interuppted her thoughts, and her mind was forced back into reality, all traces of drowsiness gone.

"It must be the chamomile." Foxnose said laughingly at her. "It can do wierd things to your mind when it gets too hot. It's a pretty strange scent. I'll move in into the shade." He walked over to a corner shelf where a beam of sunlight was shining onto several strange looking plants. After relocating them, he turned back to her.

"So, what did you want?"

"Oh, Threetoe wanted some mouse bile for his ticks."

"Right. Can you get me that ball of moss over there?"

"This one?" She asked through a wad of green moss.

"That's it." He came over to her and took it from her mouth, their noses touching as he did so. He didn't seem to notice, but Sharpclaw nearly dropped the moss before he had it. It didn't look like he noticed that either. Sharpclaw sat there while Foxnose went to the back of the den and returned with the ball of wet moss on a twig, which he put in front of her.

"Take that to him. And remember, don't taste it and if you get in on you, wash it off in the river."

She nodded with the twig in her mouth and took it back to the elders den. Rockpelt took it from her. He wasn't and elder yet, but he'd been a close friend to Threetoe and constantly looked over him.

Now Sharpclaw ran over to the entrance. She wasn't going to be stopped this time. Triumphantly, she made it out and into the grass before anyone else could call to her. For a moment she doubted leaving if the Clan seemed to need her so much. Nah, she thought, changing her mind, they just want me to run errands for them. I'm better off without them. The black cat trotted into the tall grass, scenting the air for prey as she did. She was determined to feed the Clan and be loyal while she could.

Nightshade was also being called everywhere. The other Clan cats seemed to think that if they kept him busy, he wouldn't get into trouble. They were wrong. Already, he had an itch in the back of mind plotting some trick. He couldn't keep it at bay too long. Already, he'd been told to go on dawn patrol, help to restock the fresh-kill pile, and watch over Bluetide's kits as she went to get some air. Nightshade was surprised that even she trusted him, but then again, she was his mother, and so these were his younger siblings.

The dark tabby was wondering what he would have to do next. It wouldn't be too long before someone asked him to do something else. He did the tasks mainly only because he was bored, but he just needed something to do until he could open his mind to a little troublemaking. Finally, Bluetide returned, and after a little conversation with his mother, Nightshade walked out to the middle of the camp. The Clan seemed especially busy today, and since no one called to him, he decided to put his plan into motion. He headed for the camp entrance passing by Goldenfur, a pretty tan colored she-cat. She gave him a small smile and a questioning look, as if asking him what he was about to do.

Nightshade wandered around outside the thick wall around the outside of camp until he heard the mewling of the kits off to his left. That should mean he was directly behind the elders den. Scratching a mark in his spot, he turned around to a tree directly behind the wall. Somewhere in the tree, he had hidden an old snake rattle, which he planned to use to scare the elders. But suddenly, a strange scent filled his mouth right as he prepared to jump. Somehow, while an image of Goldenfur flashed in his mind, he turned in mid-jump, and landed right on top of the wall.

He jumped up quickly, but the damage was already done. The whole side of the wall he'd landed on collapsed. Nightshade looked for the elders. They were fine, but he heard soft panicked mews somewhere. Looking at what should have been the nursery, he saw Yewpelt wailing and pawing at the fallen wall. Her kits had been trapped beneath it, and he was the one standing behind the wall, with the cats either staring at him accusingly or running over to Yewpelt. Nightshade began to tremble slightly. He'd really done it now!

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