Bitterpaw was relieved when he saw the camp. He raced inside, heading straight for the apprentice's den. Olivepaw was still in there, no longer eating, but napping. When Bitterpaw entered the apprentice's den, he shook off his pelt, showering Olivepaw in drops of water. Olivepaw stirred. He gasped when he saw how wet his fur was. He glanced at Bitterpaw in confusion. Darkpaw and Rainpaw raced inside, too.

"I know my name's Rainpaw, but I really hate the rain!" Rainpaw grumbled.

"I just wanna curl up and sleep on the Sunningrocks…" Darkpaw moaned longingly. "I'm so cold!"

"It's raining?" Olivepaw meowed, getting to his paws. "If I was in here the whole time, how'd I get wet?" Bitterpaw's whiskers twitched guiltily. Olivepaw looked at him, narrowing his eyes in annoyance. "Was it you, Bitterpaw?" He asked.

"Where's Badgerpaw?" Bitterpaw meowed, changing the subject. Olivepaw's eyes remained narrow, but grew thoughtful.

"Well…." Olivepaw meowed, trying to remember.

"Brr!" Bitterpaw's heart soared with happiness and relief as Badgerpaw stumbled in the apprentice's den, pushing Darkpaw and Rainpaw aside. "Quit blocking the entrance," He moaned. "It's freezing!" He started grooming his fur the wrong way to warm himself up. "Thank StarClan it was only rain. I never want it to be leafbare," He meowed, pausing.

"Oooh, leafbare. Yuck." Darkpaw shivered with disgust. "Even RiverClan can agree that leafbare stinks. Why do those cats like water?"

"Because they're crazy," Badgerpaw mewed. "They're probably rolling around in puddles right now." Bitterpaw tensed at those words. "I'd never roll around in puddles," Badgerpaw continued, making Bitterpaw sigh with relief. Badgerpaw raised an eyebrow at his brother. "What, did you think I would say I wanted to roll around in puddles? I'm ThunderClan, not RiverClan! Gross!" Bitterpaw shook his head.

"I just…. I'm not a fan of puddles…?" It wasn't a lie. You're not a medicine cat, Bitterpaw reminded himself. It's not an omen or anything. Badgerpaw was alive and well. A bit wet, but who wasn't? "Should I get us some fresh kill?" Bitterpaw asked. Rainpaw looked delighted at this idea.

"Yes, please! Too bad we didn't catch anything on our patrol. I bet I would've gotten the juiciest, most tender vole ever," Rainpaw mewed.
"You didn't catch anything?" Badgerpaw and Olivepaw meowed in surprise. Darkpaw shook his head.

Bitterpaw looked out into the clearing. It was empty except for Frostmouse and Smokestar, the ThunderClan leader. They were sitting under the Highrock, whispering urgently. Frostmouse seemed frantic with worry and Smokestar's eyes were glazed with panic.

As Bitterpaw ran to the fresh kill pile and grabbed five soggy crows, he heard Smokestar meow, "You really think it was an omen? And you think it's happening now?"

"It very well could be," Frostmouse replied nervously. "But I'm not sure. It may be a coincidence. And what makes it even stranger is that Bitterpaw was telling me this morning about a nightmare he had with a puddle in it. He didn't go into detail, but I could tell he was afraid."

Bitterpaw's ears pricked with interest as Frostmouse mentioned his name. He considered telling Frostmouse more about his dream, but Darkpaw called his name before he could say anything.