Bluepaw stiffened when she heard Crookedpaw. She still didn't like Goosefeather and kind of blamed him for her mothers death. 'If it wasn't for him and his stupid prophecy, my mother would still be alive,' she thought, lashing her tail. "Goosefeather, just likes ruining lives doesn't he?" she growled her mew bitter, it wasn't really a question she expected Crookedpaw to answer, it was just rhetorical.

Crookedpaw frowned when he heard Bluepaw and tilted his head to the side. "What do you mean? Did he do something to you?" he asked, clearly confused by her rhetorical question.

"If it weren't for Goosefeather, my mother would still be alive," Bluepaw told him, looking away as she spoke.

"Ummm...didn't Hawkheart kill your mother?" he asked, clearly confused.

"That's right, but we wouldn't have been there if it weren't for Goosefeather."

"What do you mean by that?" Crookedpaw asked, his voice become gentle.

"Goosefeather said StarClan sent him a sign that WindClan would be a danger to us and that we should be the first clan to attack. The sign had come on a vole and he took the vole into the den were a shred of catmint got on it. The next morning Goosefeather told us it was another sign sent by StarClan, that we should attack the medicine cat supply," Bluepaw growled, lashing her tail. "We went and attacked Windclan and we lost, my mother also died in that battle, all because of Goosefeather and his stupid sign," she growled.

Crookedpaw's eyes widened when he he heard the news, he was horrified. "That's terrible, and they left him remain as their medicine cat?"

"No one else blames him. Though everyone knows we would be better off if Featherwhisker was the medicine cat."

"So Goosefeather was the only one who had the sign, his apprentice didn't have the sign as well?"

"No, just Goosefeather."

"Than that should be proof that Goosefeather was mistaken," Crookedpaw growled, bristling.

"I don't really want to talk about this anymore, how about we change the subject?"

"Sure, we can change the subject," Crookedpaw meowed, trying to think of what they could talk about.

"Maybe we could trying climbing one of the trees," Bluepaw suggested. "Unless your scared," she meowed.

"Me, scared? Never," Crookedpaw yowled, before racing over to one of the great trees. The two apprentices climbed trees for awhile, only stopping when the sun started to come up. "I guess we should both be heading back to camp," he meowed with a sigh.

"Yeah, but lets meet back up hear the night before halfmoon. I don't think we should be meeting up here every night," Bluepaw meowed.

"No, I think our mentors would be annoyed at us, if we were always tired," Crookedpaw commented. "Okay, so we'll up again the night before halfmoon," he meowed before turning and racing off to get back to his camp.

Bluepaw watched Crookedpaw go before turning to head back to her on camp. But before she left fourtrees, she glanced over her should one last time, just in time to see Crookedpaw disappearing from view. Smiling she turned away and raced back to camp, feeling lighter than she had in the longest time.