In case you're wondering, the first part is in Cinnamonpaw's POV and then it goes to Runningpaw's. thanks for reviewing!

"Cinnamonpaw?" Asked a coming shape. "Why does it smell like blood all over the place?"

The light sorrel she-cat cleaned up all of the herbs that she had been using on Runningpaw and hid them on the shelves, hoping that they were in the right place. "Well, Longpaw came in with an injury. He was trailing blood all over the place…I think that Irispetal is going a bit too hard on him."

Mossflower snorted. "Probably the other way around. I checked in on Irispetal to see how she was training and Longpaw was acting like a spoiled brat. He hurts her too hard and is a smart aleck."

Cinnamonpaw covered her mouth with her paws. "No way!" She hissed. "Longpaw looked so gentle when he was being named apprentice!"

Mossflower nodded. "I guess that appearances can be deceiving. So how was duty in my place?" She asked.

"Well, Longpaw came in, then Runningpaw came to look at Cinderhope…" Cinnamonpaw's silver eyes widened. "Oh no, Runningpaw…"

"What's wrong?" Asked her mentor.

"Well, when Runningpaw came in, Cinderhope talked to him and then had a coughing fit. When I was tending to him Runningpaw got a little squeamish, so he went out to the bramble bushes bordering this clearing. I think he fainted when a bramble nearly poked his eye out. Cinderhope and I were searching for him for like, a long time."

Mossflower nodded. "Mmm…go on."

"So finally, we found him sitting outside one of the bushes with his right eye bleeding. He must have awoken and dragged himself outside so that we could find him."

"So you treated him?" Asked the black and white she-cat.

Cinnamonpaw nodded brightly. "Uh huh! And to think that-"

"You haven't gotten training on treating eyes yet," Mossflower groaned. "Quick, Cinnamonpaw, what did you put on there?" She asked urgently.

The sorrel she-cat shrugged. "Well, I put on…horsetail, that was it…yeah and then I told him to shut his eyes while I was applying it…"

"Cinnamonpaw!" Screamed Mossflower. "You're not supposed to put horsetail on eye wounds! You're supposed to put chervil into it! And keep the eye open so that it applies properly!" She put her paws over her muzzle. "Oh…Cinnamonpaw…"

Cinnamonpaw looked flustered. "Well it wasn't my fault! I didn't know what to do and you hadn't taught me yet! I remembered that you said that horsetail is good for infections!"

"Yes, but not for eye infections!" Mossflower hissed. "And I knew that I should have told you that, but yes, this is your fault, Cinnamonpaw! If you had just waited for me like a good medicine cat, then

"N-no it's not!" Cried Cinnamonpaw, trying to hold back tears. "If you think that I'm not a good medicine cat, you could've just told me so. I would've just quit and become a warrior apprentice and then you could just hire Deerpaw instead of me!" She cried. Hot tears were streaming down her face and welling constantly in her sterling eyes.

Deerpaw had been constantly coming into the medicine cat's den to help out Mossflower. The medicine cat had grown on the young and beautiful apprentice and had appreciated her help much more than Cinnamonpaw's.

Now it was Mossflower's turn to be flustered. "I- I didn't say that you were a bad medicine cat," She whispered in a low voice. "I was never angry at you. I was angry at myself for not telling you about the horsetail. I'm sorry about Deerpaw, too. I kind of have been ignoring you for Deerpaw, and that was very wrong. She belongs with the other apprentices that are training to become warriors. I would never choose her over you!"

"Then why did you?" Cinnamonpaw sobbed. "Why didn't you pay attention to me? Deerpaw knew about horsetail way before I did! You told her everything there was to know about being a medicine cat while I was out getting herbs, didn't you?"

Mossflower tried to say something, but choked it back. "Well…I'm sorry, Cinnamonpaw. But you would never need a replacement in my life. You are like the daughter I never had…Deerpaw was never like that.

"And you can't leave your post as a medicine cat apprentice. When you had your ceremony, you promised to be a medicine cat and help any other cat that was injured. You would be breaking that promise if you left. And," Mossflower mewed matter-of-factly, "I would be lonely if you left."

"Really?" Asked Cinnamonpaw, tear stains on her fur.

"Yes, really," Mossflower replied, licking Cinnamonpaw on the ears. "Now, where did Runningpaw go? I'm sure that he's going through a world of hurt right now. No offense," She mewed quickly to the apprentice.

"None taken," Cinnamonpaw said.

"So where is Runningpaw? And I presume that Cinderhope is okay?" She asked.

"Yes, Cinderhope is fine," Cinnamonpaw growled. "And in case you're wondering, I gave him a mixture of poppy seeds and tansy and covered it in honey to give it a good taste and soothe Cinderhope's throat."

Mossflower beamed proudly. "Perfect," She purred. "And Runningpaw is…where? I need to tend to him immediately."

Cinnamonpaw gulped. "Um, well, do you want the truth?" She asked, stalling.

Mossflower nodded. "Yes, the truth would be nice, Cinnamonpaw," she meowed impatiently.

"Well, when I finished tending to Runningpaw, he ran off with Cinderhope to some place. I can't remember where they said…"

Mossflower gasped. "But Runningpaw was supposed to stay here!"

"Yeah, and I tried to keep him here," Cinnamonpaw assured, "But they went running off in the direction of the nursery."

The black and white she-cat bit off a sheathe of her claws nervously. "Um…Cinnamonpaw, would you like to come with me to find them?" She asked.

The sorrel she-cat nodded enthusiastically.

"Follow me then. And bring plenty of cobwebs- I'm sure that those two have gotten themselves into some kind of trouble."

C.I.N.D.E.R

The two toms held their ground as the muscular shape of Hurricanesong came shouldering out of the bushes. He wasn't holding any kits, so he must have left them in the bushes.

"What are you doing here, Hurricanesong?" Asked Cinderhope.

"What else?" Asked Hurricanesong. His voice was low and deep and he was smirking as he unsheathed his claws. "Taking your kits so that we can have more apprentices for ShadowClan. Revenge is sweet, she-cat."

Cinderhope glared at the tom. "Give the kits back, Hurricanesong. You'll regret what you're doing if you don't."

The black tom shook his huge head. "No. Ooorrr…if you want to claw it out of me, you can do that too," He rasped quickly as Runningpaw's claws were held up to his throat. "That's big too."

"Give our kits back before Runningpaw here claws the dung out of you," Skycloud spoke up from behind Cinderhope.

Hurricanesong snorted. "Yeah right. Like this puny thing will get a drop of blood out of me with those claws. Oh, I remember you!" He squealed with delight. "You're that puny apprentice that got your leader back when we captured her."

Runningpaw didn't dare move, but kept his ice blue gaze on Hurricanesong's amber one. "I might be," He growled threateningly.

"Well guess what?" the ShadowClan deputy snarled. "You're not getting these kidnapped cats back, no matter what you do. You can claw my eyes out for all I care, but we have backups surrounding this clearing. One slash of your claws and ten ShadowClan warriors will be on you."

"Well, ten sure is a lot," Skycloud scoffed. "I thought you were suffering?"

"We might just want a few more apprentices. The more the merrier, you know."

Runningpaw shook his head. "Wrong, actually. Sure, you might have more warriors for attacks on…us," he stammered, "But that means just a couple more mouths to feed. You hardly have any prey around since the Twolegs are always polluting them with their Carrionplace."

Cinderhope looked down at his apprentice warmly. He was doing wonderfully coaxing the kits out of Hurricanesong instead of clawing them out of him.

"We might just be able to get enough prey out of your territory," Hurricanesong smirked. "We've been doing it often."

Cinderhope stepped forward now. "What? You've been stealing prey out of ThunderClan's territory?"

The black tom nodded. "Yeah, prissy, deal with it. Act like a warrior and stop whining. Any kittens dare say anything else before-" He flipped Runningpaw over and held his jaws claw-lengths away from his throat. "-I kill this puny apprentice?"

"Actually, I might want to say something," A voice calmly mewed. Everybody's head turned to see who was the one that had dared spoken up to the deputy of ShadowClan, even the silver and white kit.

Runningpaw tried not to smile. Standing there were Mossflower and Cinnamonpaw, standing side by side with herbs sitting at their feet. "I say give us those kits back before we go back to our camp and get more warriors!"

Hurricanesong snorted. "Yeah, right. I'd love to see you run all the way back to your camp while I take the kits and run."

Cinnamonpaw smirked. "Well, little do you know that our camp is just pawsteps away, and all we have to do is let out an attacking yowl."

This time, Hurricanesong looked a bit more frightened. "What do you mean?" He asked, tipping his head stupidly.

"We mean," Mossflower spoke up, "That we have half the Clan standing right by where we came. They're lined up and ready, and all they have to do is take a leap into this clearing. Think about it, Hurricanesong."

Runningpaw loved Cinnamonpaw. Oh he loved Cinnamonpaw! He praised the she-cat over and over again in his head happily.

"How did you know that I have the kits?" Asked Hurricanesong. "Were you…"

"Yup, we were listening the whole time!" Cinnamonpaw mewed matter-of-factly. "We heard every word!" She looked so excited that her silver eyes were gleaming like stars. She was so beautiful when she was happy.

Hurricanesong actually looked defeated. He knew that there were reinforcements from ThunderClan right by where he had went, and if he took out one claw or took one step they would be called and then Hurricanesong would be bombarded by ThunderClan cats.

"I'm really scared," he snarled sarcastically, "When I have dozens of warriors right behind me also. When you bring your cats out, mine will come too. There'll have to be a compromise."

"How can it be a compromise when you're a ShadowClan cat?" Asked Skycloud. "Is it going to be an…unfair one?"

The black tom shook with loud laughter. "Unfair? Unfair? Tom, you're looking at the ShadowClan deputy. Of course I'm fair about things. So how do you say that we sort this out, huh?"

Cinderhope's eyes narrowed. "As long as it's fair to ThunderClan and ShadowClan."

Hurricanesong nodded. "Okay, how about…I give you the kits, and you give me…"

"We can give you our herbs," Cinnamonpaw offered. Mossflower elbowed her apprentice furiously and hissed something in her ear.

"Hmm, that would be good, since you have some of the herbs that ShadowClan doesn't…" Hurricanesong mewed thoughtfully, "But I was thinking of something bigger…"

"We can tell you our fighting techniques." Cinderhope mewed.

Runningpaw shot up onto his paws. "Are you kidding?" He hissed. "If we give him our fighting techniques, then we wouldn't stand a chance against ShadowClan next time we fight them!"

"Yes," Cinderhope mewed, "But we need those kits back. Those queens have probably noticed that their kits are gone, and they will want them back. They'll be devastated if they find out that their kits are gone forever. And who will have to tell them?" He asked Runningpaw.

"Us," Runningpaw replied glumly.

Hurricanesong chuckled. "Well, if you don't want to give us your herbs or fighting techniques. I have the perfect idea."

The entire crowd of ThunderClan cats were leaning forward anxiously.

"I give you the kits, and you give me one of your warriors."