Hey people! My name is Missy. Yeah. M-I-S-S-Y. Missy. That's my name. Short for Missouri. Make fun of my name, I WILL hunt you down and kill you in your sleep. Anyways, I'm writing in for Sammy, who just changed her penname AGAIN on this weird writing site, because she's too busy setting up her new parrot's cage to update on schedule. Honestly, I personally prefer and Quotev, but she likes Fanfiction and I've read the first few Warriors books, so...I'm just gonna write this chapter for her. Right now. So..Just...READ THE CHAPTER! AND tell me if I got the characters right. And if my writing is okay. It's different from Sammy's, I'm sure. But I think it'll be fine...

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The sun was just rising over the hills when I awoke. Unsurprisingly, I was still in the Medicine Cat Den. I had stayed with Cloudeyes all through the night just to keep watch and oddly enough, no cat had bothered me yet. Clawstar was to have a Clan meeting later though, after Patrol and Apprentice training, which I would be heading off to soon, despite my injuries.

Stretching, I arched my back and stood up, glancing over at Cloudeyes, who was sleeping soundly in the corner, curled up tightly around her kits. At the sight, I smiled to myself, wishing for my own. But I knew I could never have any. What tom would want me?

I sigh, shaking my head, and then exited the Medicine Cat Den, blinking upwards at the rising sun. Then I glanced around Camp, see several Warrior's making their way slowly out of their dens, including my Mentor, Rainyfur. The old grey tom seemed about as frail as a twig, ready to snap at any moment, but he was ruthless in battle and as rude as a rat. He was one of those cats that says exactly what their thinking, no matter how inappropriate. Just like his kits, Crashpaw, Lunarpaw and Daisypaw.

"Tinypaw!" he snaps upon seeing me. "What are you doing, standing there like a dead tree? You're supposed to be working, you useless runt! Get along, now! We're going go Windclan territory. Eat something now. No hunting on the trip."

I stumbled a bit at Rainyfur's words. We'd be going to Windclan territory? Perhaps I'd see Foxpaw! My heart pounded with glee, and then suddenly fear. What if he was too badly hurt to live? What if he died? Did he hate me?

Then I realised I was being foolish. Foxpaw had lied to me just to spy on my Clan. Why should I care if he died or if he hated me? There's no reason. I shouldn't even care. We barely knew each other.

Denial...something whispered in my mind. I shook my head, and then continued over to Rainyfur, cowering a bit as I got closer and as a horrible thought went through my head.

Did I love Foxpaw?

I suddenly froze. It all made sense. The way he always gave me butterflies in my stomach. The way I got all shy(more than usual)around him. The reason I felt so betrayed when he lied and Cloudeyes said...

"Wait!" I yelped. Rainyfur gave me a funny look, and I crouched submissively. "C-Can we wait a bit? I-I heard Claw-Clawstar is having a Clan meeting in a bit. Shouldn't we...uh...listen?"

Rainyfur curled his lips, then snorted. "Whatever. I don't wanna train little kitties that will just die in battle anyways. We'll stay, Tinykit."

I resisted the urge to correct him, tell him my name was Tinypaw, not Tinykit. It was annoying how everyone seemed to get it wrong. I didn't like it.

"Okay," I said instead. "I'll just...eat..then..."

Rainyfur didn't answer, just turned to the she-cat next to him(I didn't even know her name. I barely knew anyone in my Clan) and began a conversation about the difference between mice and sparrow. I wanted to ask why they'd compare the two, considering the fact that they were nothing alike, but didn't. It wasn't my place.

Instead, I snatched the only piece of prey that wasn't a bird(I hated feathers!) which happened to just be a cold, dead, hard mouse from the fresh kill pile that tasted too much like grass and dirt and something weird and tangy to be even remotely enjoyable. I figured it was because it was new-leaf, and all the plants were needed and fresh, so the prey would eat that instead of nuts and meat and bark, and then taste herb-like, but it just didn't seem right. Either way, I ate it having some weird tingly feeling as I got into the middle.

"Enjoying your meal?" a voice said from behind me. I winced, knowing who it was just by the way they talked.

"Tis' s'okay." I mumbled, turning and looking at Daisypaw, who was grinning like an adder. For some reason, she seemed kind of blurry today. Like a heat wave was surrounding her. I tried to blink it away, but it just made it worse. "'m don't likin' tis dat much. Somethin' fun d'ere. Eh?"

Daisypaw's grin turned into an evil smirk, but for some reason that made me laugh. I began to wheeze, stumbling over and cackling like a hyena. Some cats were staring.

"Great!" Daisypaw chuckled with me. "I see you're done eating. Clawstar is just about to talk to the Clan about what happened the other day with that Windclan tom. Maybe you'll sit with me?"

I squealed, all logic gone. Daisypaw was a kind cat. Why not? "Okay!"

A yowl startled me, and I rolled onto my paws, stumbling a bit. Daisypaw helped me up, and I thanked her several times. She was being so nice!

"Just sit and talk when it's your turn, Tinypaw." she giggled. I leaned on her and tried to make out different shapes with my weird blurry vision. Was Clawstar supposed to be standing on a tree in a pink pelt? "Everything will go just as planned."

I wheeled, doubled over and went limp, staring now at Clawstar, who was upside down.

"Shadowclan," he starts. I hear someone cackle, and Clawstar pauses before beginning again. "My fellow Clanmates...As most of you know, a Windclan tom came and spied on our Clan the other day. He had taken out our fellow Apprentice, Tinypaw, as hostage, but we were able to retrieve her, though no one is quite sure what took place. Now I ask that the victim come forward and explain what happened. Tinypaw?"

Hearing my name, I got up, wobbling, and began to sob, eyes rolling. I didn't understand what was happening. Why did my head hurt so much? Why did Foxpaw betray me? Was Clawstar always so pink? I wanted to throw up! What was going on?

I heard a voice. "Tinypaw, I understand this was traumatic, but we need to know what happened. Tell us."

I shake, scared at the attention, and say the first things that are racing through my head, though my voice sounds weird. Maybe it's because I was crying. Why am I crying?

"Darn red foxy. Himz not cool. Nah. Lie." I gurgle. "See when hunting. Talking then he trick me. I was fool. Naw good. No. Me get attacked by...big...big..." I'm so confused. We're talking about foxes, right? "Foxy? Dunno. Can't recall. Kitty gone. You always be' pinkin' Starry Claws?"

No one says anything for a minute, so I scream in frustration. "I dunno what love is! Huh? LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Then I promptly run out of Camp, the last thing I see being Daisypaw's wicked smirk as her lips curl.

"You're on Catnip." she mouthes. It's not until I'm long far out in the forest that I comprehend those words in my drunken state.

I was drugged.

I was set up.

I was screwed.

And there was nothing I could do about it.