Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors. What if the hokey pokey really is what it's all about?

Most of you know me by now, but allow me to introduce myself randomly. I am Yellowfur, a female and I have a wide range of interests, which I normally like to talk about, but I don't have the finger power tonight. In my fanfics I often have a recurring theme of causing physical or mental harm to my characters. Meh heh, I'm mean.

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Chapter 7: Liar

Yellowpelt padded out of the warriors' den and across camp. She was going to go out hunting to wake herself up completely, and stretched her limbs as she strolled past the empty fresh-kill stump.

"Hello, Yellowpelt!" Swiftfoot padded up in front of her.

She walked past him and ignored him. She still didn't think Thinstar's letting him stay was the right decision and didn't see why she would ever agree to letting a FlowerClan cat join the clan. Yellowpelt heard Swiftfoot calling after her, something about getting off on the wrong foot, and wanting to be friends. Yellowpelt walked out form the overhang of branches at the entrance of TreeClan camp.

What was Thinstar thinking? He's a former FlowerClan cat! He could attack us, betray us, or maybe he's a spy! Honestly…

Yellowpelt wondered for a second why she was trying to convince herself so much of this. She padded away form TreeClan camp and away from the thorny bushes. She caught a scent of mouse, but ignored it, thinking it was stale.

"Yellowpelt, please give me a chance!" Swiftfoot had followed her out of camp.

"Why?" Yellowpelt challenged him.

"Because I want to fit in to the clan! And I think you and I could be very good friends, if we try a bit."

Yellowpelt sighed. "I can't…"

Swiftfoot must've noticed the change in her mood. "Please, why not? I know my being formerly of FlowerClan must have something to do with it. I used to be a spy of sorts, but-"

"A 'spy of sorts'? You were truly a spy! No way around it!" Yellowpelt could feel anger rising. Anger not for her, but for someone else…

"What did we do to make you so angry?"

She sighed again. "…Rattail."

Swiftfoot looked at her emotionless, his formerly twitching tail suddenly still. "Rattail? You met up with Rattail?"

Yellowpelt looked him in the eye accusingly. "Yes, I did. Your clan exiled him! And his sister!"

"Yes, Earthbrook, too…" Swiftfoot still had no detectable emotion. "And a few other cats you haven't met up with yet…"

Yellowpelt's eyes widened. "A few other? What has your clan been doing?"

"Look," Swiftfoot stepped forward. I have a legitimate reason for leaving. Rattail was exiled. But probably not for the reason he told you."

Yellowpelt twitched her ears in disbelief. "He said you exiled him because you thought he was a threat!"

"And he was!" Swiftfoot responded without missing a beat.

Yellowpelt felt herself fill with anger. "He said he had loyalty! And I bet he did!"

"He didn't. Not an ounce!" Swiftfoot argued.

Yellowpelt's hackles were raised. "Well, he's starving! His sister is sick! Rattail says he never did anything to deserve to be exiled! And you're lying to me right now!" Yellowpelt hissed.

"He's the liar, and you shouldn't believe what he said! Rattail, Earthbrook, and their friends were a mouse-length away from turning against Cricketstar violently!"

Yellowpelt had heard all she could bear to hear. She turned around and ran back into the forest as fast as she could. She ran past the damp ditch and kept running until she reached the shelter where Rattail was. He came out from behind a bush immediately to greet her, but looked puzzled when he saw the aggressive, furious look on her face. "Yellowpelt? What's wrong?" he stepped forward cautiously.

"Swiftfoot said you're lying about being exiled for the wrong reason!" Yellowpelt stepped forward and in front of his face. He was slightly taller than she was, but this didn't affect her. "Are you lying to me? Were you disloyal to your clan after all?"

"Swiftfoot? What? Why were you talking to him? I was not disloyal! He's the liar!" Rattail touched Yellowpelt's flank with his tail. "You believe me, don't you?"

Yellowpelt shrank back. A lot of her anger had left, leaving her with confusion and sadness. "I…don't know who to believe anymore!" Yellowpelt turned and ran off again. Before she reached the ditch, she almost bumped right into Frecklepaw, who was coming towards Rattail's shelter with a mouthful of herbs.

"Oh! Yellowpelt, hi! I was just about to take these herbs over to Earthbrook, she's really getting better, you should see…" Frecklepaw trailed off as Yellowpelt ignored him, and he watched her run back to camp.

'Kay bye.