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Rainpaw's eyes opened before she even realized she was awake. She had been having the same dream now for a long time. She hoped it wasn't real… what if she really had been seen by one of Demonclan? She couldn't even begin to think what would happen if she were caught or something. She feared the discovery she had made, and even regretted it. Even Froststar seemed anxious.

The apprentice was greeted by Nightwind before she had even made out of her den. "Hello, Rainpaw," he mewed. "More training today. Herbs. And Runningbrook said she's feeling a bit odd, so we're checking in on her, too."

"Okay," she said, nodding her head. "Do you want me to get you something to eat?"

"I already have eaten, but thanks. You have breakfast then meet me in my den."

"Alright." Nightwind padded off, and Rainpaw strode to the fresh-kill pile. She chose a plump finch, and settled down to eat. She finished, then went to Nightwind's den.

"Good, you're here. Oh, I just remembered—tonight is the half-moon, so we're going to the Moonstone." Rainpaw cheered. "I'm glad you're excited," he purred.

"I've always wanted to see the Moonstone…" mewed Rainpaw, her eyes and voice distant.

"But we cannot eat anything more before we leave. We may take herbs with us to eat and give us strength, though. But there is a rule—once we enter Mothermouth, we may not speak."

"Why not?"

Nightwind shrugged (in the way a cat might do it). "Because Starclan commanded it, and it has been that way for many generations past."

"Oh."

"Well, don't be disappointed, now. Why don't we go check on Runningbrook?" Nightwind nudged Rainpaw gently with his head to get the going, then led her to her den, where she was laying down, tired-looking. "So how are you, Runningbrook?" Nightwind asked.

"Um, fine?" she replied, somewhat hoarsely. "My belly kind of hurts…"

"Well, let's check it out."

It took several minutes and lots of re-checks and self-convincing before Nightwind finally decided that Runningbrook was pregnant. Runningbrook looked happier now, and told us that she was mates with Sunfire.

"You're going to have a beautiful kit, I assure you, with such beautiful parents!" the medicine cat purred.

"Thank you," replied Runningbrook, getting up. Nightwind walked her out of the den, and sent Rainpaw to get the warrior a piece of fresh-kill. When Rainpaw returned with it, Runningbrook gratefully took it and thanked her, and walked away to enjoy breakfast. Rainpaw smiled. Runningbrook looked rather happy about being a mother.

At sun-high, Nightwind and Rainpaw departed camp. Nightwind told his apprentice that they had to go to Fourtrees first.

"Why?"

"To meet up with the other Clans' medicine cats."

"But I thought…"

"I told you, medicine cats live differently than warriors. They don't obey the exact same set of rules warriors do." After that, Rainpaw was silent.

When the two came to Fourtrees, Embersky, Shadowclan's medicine cat, was already there. Next to come was Windclan's medicine cat, Mossfur, then finally Rosethorn of Riverclan. They confirmed that everyone was present, and departed for Mothermouth. Rainpaw felt odd being in a group with one other cat from each clan, walking through Windclan territory with no truce or anything, and o one was fighting… it was strange, but nice. Rainpaw wondered why the Clans didn't always get along like that. When she asked that to Nightwind, he just scoffed. Rainpaw was silent after that.

Finally the cats reached their destination. "Okay, Rainpaw, you must be silent now," Nightwind told her. It didn't matter—Rainpaw was already being quiet. She told him "I know" anyways. Then they entered the cave.

It was all Rainpaw could do to keep from gasping in awe. The cave soon became dark and the light from its entrance couldn't be seen. But soon they went around a corner—Rainpaw had no clue how her mentor knew how to get around in here—and the cave was suddenly filled with a brilliant silvery light. "The Moonstone," Rainpaw gasped under her breath. Nightwind shot a harsh glance at her, and Rainpaw lowered her tail and backed away. The band approached the stone, and Rainpaw saw the hole in the ceiling from which the moonlight shone through to light up the famous rock. When Rainpaw had brought her attention back to the Moonstone, she saw the other cats beginning to lie down with their noses touching the stone. She padded over and followed their example. Though she hadn't been tired before, as soon as she touched the cold rock she was overcome by a wave of drowsiness. The next thing she knew, she was asleep.

I'm sorry this chappie's so boring... but the next chapter things will get... interesting...