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Nightwind noticed that Rainpaw seemed distracted. Normally, all her energy was focused on hearing him and taking in what he said, marinating in what he taught her, but even though Rainpaw was listening she had a distant look in her eyes. Nightwind, deciding to not waste his breath if she wasn't going to listen, gave up and walked to Rainpaw's side, bringing her out of her reverie.

"You're distracted by something. What?"

What had happened with her and Flamepaw suddenly rushed into her mind, so she used that as an excuse. "Flamepaw and I had a fight," she explained. "I… I can't get over it. He was my best friend…"

Nightwind felt bad for her. "I wish I could help, but I think I must leave it to you to fix it. Why don't we call it a day? Come back when you're feeling better, I can tell you about the Moonstone and such."

"Okay," she purred sadly, and walked slowly out of the den. She looked up and saw Flamepaw getting something from the fresh-kill pile. Flamepaw then looked up at her; their eyes met, and Rainpaw quickly looked away. She walked towards somewhere, she wasn't sure where. Looking at Flamepaw again, she suddenly felt like she had to do something. She walked over to him. Her friend noticed her and turned his head up to see hers. They weren't glaring eyes, like Rainpaw had expected. Just kind, Flamepaw eyes. "Flamepaw, I just wanted to say… I'm sorry. About blowing up at you. I had a misunderstanding about what you said."

Flamepaw sighed. "It's okay, Rainpaw. I should apologize too. I blew up as well, and I didn't make an effort to clarify what I meant. What I said really didn't come out like I wanted it to."

"Forgiven?" Rainpaw mewed hopefully.

"Forgiven," the orange tabby said, nodding his head down once.

"I forgive you, too." Flamepaw smiled.

With that done, Rainpaw nodded farewell and started walking in a random direction. She looked at the ground the whole way, and her eyes were partly closed. She didn't notice that she wasn't running into a camp wall until after she reached the border. "Where…" she whispered. Then she realized that she was downwind of the scent, and she had crossed the Riverclan border. She heard a shout, then looked into the distance to see a patrol coming her way. Quickly she turned around, glad that she had only been a mouse-length or two across, and half her body had still been on home territory. Would the patrol scent it, and would they shrug it off as an accident? She wasn't sure if she wanted to go to the next Gathering or not. Nightwind had said that she could go, and she wanted to, but if the patrol didn't see it as a mistake, would they recognize her scent?

She was reassured when she remembered that medicine cats didn't have the same limits as warriors did. Maybe, if they knew she was a medicine cat's apprentice, they would ignore it. But she was still worried. Suddenly she scented mouse, and decided that if she was going to be out of the camp, she might as well hunt. She went into a crouch, then stalked the mouse until she could hear it, and finally see it. She waited… waited… and pounced. Breaking the mouse's neck with her jaw, she held it and trotted back to camp. The aroma wafting up from the freshly-caught prey was tantalizing and made her feel better.

She managed to catch a rabbit as well before she returned to camp. No one seemed to have missed her, so she went to the fresh-kill pile and dropped her quarry in. She chose a starling to take to the elders, and went to their then to den and gave it to Longwhisker, an elderly warrior who had long ago been muted in a battle when his throat was cut open. It had not been enough to kill him, but it rendered him literally speechless. He nodded his thanks, and Rainpaw went on her happy way. She felt strangely tired, and noticed that the sun was setting and was low on the horizon. The day had passed quickly. Or had she just been sleeping for forever? She padded to her den, surprised to see the other apprentices already there. Sunpaw and Runningpaw were curled up in their nests, as was a recently apprenticed Darkpaw, and Flamepaw was stretching.

"Are you going to bed as well, Rainpaw?"

"Yes."

"It's been a tired day today. I think there's a storm coming in, too—I saw some dark clouds on the horizon earlier. That may be part of it."

"Maybe." Rainpaw told him good night and curled up in her own nest. She was asleep within seconds. But she didn't visit Starclan that night. She didn't feel like it. They didn't rain meteors or lightning bolts upon her or anything, so she figured that she was okay. Tomorrow, if she felt better, she would say hi again. But that night she just let her spirit sleep.

Yay! They're friends again! Okay, come on... who thinks that Flamepaw and Rainpaw are cute together? I never planned for this to happen. And Flamepaw will become a warrior soon. But please review and help me decide what should happen when Demonclan finds out they've been found out... and Sunpaw has no relevance to the other Sunpaw stories, and doesn't appear all that much here. So don't worry. You may also have to wait a while for chapter 10... I've got lots of homework to do and I'm somewhat busy tomorrow. I'll be writing a lot, still, because I feel the urge to write and finish everything in my queue, so expect lots of updates. YAY WARRIORS!