Authors Note: Rawr. Meow. Woof.

Chapter
I
Secrets and Lies

RainClan is a strange place. Maybe it is because of the fact that is always raining. Maybe it is because of the fact that they never burn to death in the humid, wet air.

Of course, there is a logical answer to all of this: StarClan, the home of wise (and not so wise) cats that have passed away. The good ones, of course. The others end up unlucky and fall to the Dark Forest.

But that's another story.

Anyway, StarClan had blessed RainClan, keeping it from becoming too humid or flooding, but still keeping the clan, simply said, awesome.

And boy did Poolpaw and Watercoat wish they could find their way back to RainClan right now. Poolpaw had run completely out of RainClan territory and into the territory of dangerous wildlife. Thankfully, what's good about RainClan, is that you know you are back in the clan territories when it stars raining. Although this made them more vulnerable to attacks, it was a handy little trick.

Watercoat and his young calico apprentice, Poolpaw, hadn't talked to each other since they began the trek back.

Watercoat looked down at the young cat, and could tell he was pretty shaken up. The mentor brushed across his side and purred softly to try to comfort the poor cat.

"Don't worry," he meowed softly. "It'll be fine."

Poolpaw slowly looked up to his mentor, a look of worry across his face.

Watercoat smiled sadly and they continued walking, passing the familiar forest brush.

Watercoat felt like he could breath again when they got back to the camp. The sun hadn't risen yet, so they had time to get back to their dens like nothing had happened.

"Goodnight, Watercoat." Poolpaw yawned as he curled up in the small den.

Watercoat scanned the area quickly to make sure there were no cats around. But when he turned back, Poolpaw was already fast asleep. The mentor smiled. He walked outside the den and strolled around the camp to get his bearings. The rain had changed to a short drizzle, and the feel of the soothing, sprinkling water landing on his fur was enough to calm him down.

"Don't worry," he reassured himself. "Poolpaw's fine. There's nothing wrong."

He jumped and twisted around at the sound of someone - or something - behind him. Two yellow eyes gleamed out of a den like lanterns in a cave. They slowly came closer towards him, and a blue-grey cat walked out.

Watercoat let out a sigh of relief. "It's just you, Wetwing."

Wetwing smiled. "What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?"

Watercoat's ear twitched. "Erm," he looked around. "I was..."

He couldn't tell Wetwing what was going on. He promised to his apprentice, and he was not going to break his promise. Although, he didn't want to lie to his clan.

Wetwing looked expectantly, so the mentor finally said, "I... I had a nightmare... I just wanted to get my bearings..."

Wetwing seemed to have bought it. "Alright," he said with a shrug and a smile which just went perfectly together. "Now that your here..."

Watercoat knew exactly what was coming. "Yes, I'll keep watch."

Wetwing raised an eyebrow. "Well, okay then, but I was just wondering if you wanted to chat."

Watercoat sighed and smiled.