I'm so sorry for no updates over the weekend!!! I was swamped with stuff to do and had absolutly no time to write or even post chapters.

Here's chapter 6 and I hope to get seven up today also.

I want to thank all the reviewers! I know I haven't thanked you guys enough, and I'm sorry. Like I said before, I'm going through a busy part of my life.

Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own warrirors.

Chapter 6: Revealed

The Clan was in disbelief. The queens were keeping the nursery under lock down. Apprentices were sent out to the stream by the RiverClan border. The warriors were murmuring in Firestar's den.

ThunderClan was in chaos, and why? It wasn't because of an enemy attack. A badger hadn't wandered into the territory. A fox hadn't threatened any cat. It was all because a sickness; a sickness that Jayfeather didn't know how to cure.

Frondpaw paced nervously by the edge of the stream; her fur was not soaked like the other apprentices. They had been ordered to bathe in the stream, to wash away any trace of the disease.

But the she-cat was busy with other things. Her mind was working as hard as a bird did to build a nest. All she could think about was what Jayfeather had said the other day: that bad things were going to happen.

"Frondpaw, come on."

The white she-cat turned to see Chestnutpaw, looking at her with wide eyes. Besides him, his littermate Cliffpaw was silently staring at the water, as if it held the secret to the sickness.

"I, it's, um, but…"

"We all have to wash," Briarpaw whispered, looking up at the white apprentice. Frondpaw opened her mouth to protest, but decided against it. If she did have the sickness on her, she didn't want it spreading.

Frondpaw gently inched her way into the water, the cold water sending shivers up her spine. Carefully, she positioned herself next to Chestnutpaw, who had looked paralyzed ever since they had spotted Cloudtail.

The apprentices' washed off in silence, and they trudged slowly back to camp. Briarpaw flitted around to each cat, making sure they were keeping up. Frondpaw looked towards Ivypaw, whose tail was dragging behind her. The creamy white she-cat slowed down so she could talk to her.

"It'll be fine," Frondpaw mewed, voice cracking. "Jayfeather will find a cure for it." Ivypaw didn't say anything. Frondpaw felt her own heart ached. It was hard to see Ivypaw's playful and gentle spirit crushed.

"StarClan will help us," Frondpaw continued. "They send a sign, a starry cat, something to help."

It was then that something clicked inside Frondpaw's head. Maybe StarClan have already sent a sign.

Frondpaw took off towards camp, scattering up some leaves and dirt. The apprentices' looked up in surprise, but Frondpaw didn't stop to explain. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her until she burst into the clearing.

She skidded to a halt, momentarily stunned by the silence that was enveloping the camp. The usual bustle was gone, instead replaced by a silence that was almost as scary as the sickness. Not daring to look any longer, Frondpaw hurried into the medicine cat's den.

"Jayfeather," Frondpaw gasped, skidding to a halt. She sent up a flurry of pebbles and dirt as she did so, causing her to cough. As she blinked the particles out of her eyes, she saw Jayfeather, his mouth curled in a hiss.

"Frondpaw, you're making the air harder to breath! Cloudtail is already having trouble breathing normal air. I suggest you leave, before you cause anymore harm."

Frondpaw coiled her lip, annoyed by the medicine cat's temper. I'm just trying to help!

"I know what to do," she mewed crisply, trying to sound like she was just as important as he was. Jayfeather moved his cloudy eyes as if to roll them.

"Frondpaw, can you stop trying to act like you know everything, for once? Cloudtail might die if I can't help him, and you're wasting my valuable time."

Frondpaw flinched at his words. She didn't know what she thought Jayfeather would do, but the last thing that came to mind was him yelling at her.

"I, um, well, you see there was this cat…"

Cloudtail moved and let out a moan. Jayfeather snapped his head towards the white warrior, and he began mumbling, shoving a few herbs into Cloudtail's mouth. Frondpaw stared at the sick cat. She saw his face contort in pain and she tried to gather up her confidence again.

"Why are you still here, Frondpaw?"

The apprentice glanced up at the tabby gray and she opened her mouth, nothing but air coming out. Why am I still here?

"I suggest you go," Jayfeather mewed, turning back to his work.

"But I…"

"I am busy, Frondpaw."

"I saw, though…"

"You're going to disturb Cloudtail."

"But you don't under…"

"You don't know everything, Frondpaw."

"I know about the message! I'm meant to help the Three!"

Frondpaw gasped as she blurted out what she had contained ever since yesterday. Jayfeather was silent. Timidly, the she-cat lifted her head. The gray cat was looking in her direction, eyes wide, and mouth limply hanging open.

Frondpaw thought that maybe she should try and tell him it was a mistake. But as the medicine cat stood gaping at her, she held her head up high. There was nothing she could do now. Her secret was revealed.