A/N: This took forever, 'cause my muse is low lately. Sorry.

I don't own CCs, Warriors, blah blah blah, whatever.

How could she not have seen this coming? She checked to make sure she wasn't being followed, scented
the area, and Bear and Lion had both been asleep when she left. But she still became compromised!

What kind of spy was she if she couldn't even tell when she was being spied on?

A terrible one, she thought, mentally cursing herself for not checking the area better and not looking
over her shoulder more often -anything that would have prevented her from followed. She must have
been too distracted -too busy thinking about the dream she had to be careful about her position.

The dream...

She could recall it as if she had just dreamt it. The images were crystal clear -it had sounded, felt, and
smelled so surreal. It was hard for Tigress to remember it actually was a dream, and not an occasion that
happened in the half-dazed and sleepy state accompanied by the late night.

"What are you doing here?" she hissed, trying to hide the surprise in her tone.

"I could ask you the same thing," he replied coolly. Tigress panicked.

"I came here to get a drink," she replied, almost too quickly. Tigress mentally chided herself. "Your turn."

"I'm going to be truthful, unlike you," he said, stretching as he came out of the rock he had been hiding
behind. Was he for real? How could he be acting like everything was fine –like they weren't practically
enemies. He was luring her into a false sense of security. Good move. If only Tigress could act like that. "I
came here because I was following you."

She blinked, suddenly curious. Her brow furrowed as she asked:

"You were following me? Why?"

"Because, like any cat, I am very curious. I was wondering why a beautiful cat like you would venture out
into the dangerous forest at this time of night. And, on top of that, you abandoned your guard duty."

She felt her ears go hot. Had he followed her all the way from camp? She must really have been off her
game to be tracked so easily.

"So," he continued, "I think -after all my valiant efforts to make sure you're okay -I should at least get to
know your name."

Her ears felt even hotter. "That's none of your business." She spat this out harshly, already beginning to make her way out of the clearing. The black and white tom blocked her path, blinking with innocent green eyes.

"I think I deserve it."

"Fine," she growled, "It's Tigress."

"Ooh…" he said, a mischievous glint in his eye, "What a fitting name for such a gorgeous she-cat."

Her fur was on fire. Or at least, that's what it felt like. Trying to keep a calm and collected composure
she asked, "So what's your name?" Tigress tried to add a hint of hostility to her tone, but it didn't quite
work. Her embarrassment was too great. Damn. How could he control her emotions in this way…?

"Sherlock," he said simply, "Sherlock the Mysterious."

"Fancy name for a rat like yourself," she said, finally getting herself together.

Normally, she would have laughed at the mock hurt on his face. But this is not a normal time. She's
standing in a clearing in the middle of the night with a tom that she had almost killed –one whom she
then had literally dreamt about.

This was turning out to be a very weird night.

He took one step closer to her. They still had a bit of distance between them, but the gesture made
Tigress uneasy.

"Do you always lash out at your admirers?" he asked, his voice even. He didn't sound as if he was
accusing her, just simply curious.

"W-What?" she asked, looking shocked. Was he saying he admired her? For what? She wasn't exactly
worth admiring, in her own opinion.

"Forget I asked," he said quickly, "Maybe I should just go."

She blinked, struggling to regain her composure. "Maybe you should. A-and don't come back anywhere
near my camp, you got it?" She forced herself to growl, though an odd mix of emotion seeped into her
voice.

She watched the tom's retreating figure disappear before she turned on her heel and ran back to camp.
Her stomach twisted as she thought about his question. Did he mean that he admired her? Why?

She slowed to a stop, panting, just outside of camp. She narrowly avoided stepping in a puddle, then
turned back. She waited until the water settled before looking at her reflection -bright amber eyes, black
teardrop markings, and tall ears with pointed tufts of fur sticking off the top. She wasn't very pretty -in
her own opinion -but maybe the tom thought so. She sighed.

He was probably just trying to confuse me, to trick me, or something of that sort, she thought. That seemed logical. Yes, he had been trying to trick her. That was it.

With that in mind, she dragged herself back into camp, her paws aching and her legs stiff. She didn't
even bother to try to guard camp, she simply curled up into a tight ball in the center of camp and fell
asleep.

A/N: This story was beta'd by the lovely and ever-awesome Queen of the Squares! She went through quite a bit of trouble trying to send this to me [Fanfiction is glitching] so I would like to thank her. ^^ Hope you enjoyed reading this.