Okay, here is chapter three. Sorry it took somewhat of a long time to update, but my computer kept dying, and I had to rewrite the entire chapter about six times. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own warriors, but if I did, I would make the series less predictable.

Chapter Three

Split Up

Ivypaw shuffled her paws as she waited for Pinepaw to consider her idea. She had suggested that the four apprentices split up into two pairs, that way they could cover the area better. If they did that, there was a greater chance that they would find the feverfew.

"Well," Pinepaw began uncertainly, her amber eyes flicking nervously, "Ivypaw's suggestion is a good idea, and we would have a better chance of finding the feverfew. I guess we should do that." Ivypaw breathed a sigh of relief. Her plan was chosen.

"Since Ivypaw came up with the idea, why doesn't she decide who goes with who," Boulderpaw said, glancing at Pinepaw. The black she-cat nodded, and she turned to Ivypaw.

Ivypaw thought about it for a moment, then said, "Pinepaw, you can go with Boulderpaw. And I will go with Mossypaw." Then she added, "Is that okay?"

Pinepaw flicked her tail to show she was okay with it, and Boulderpaw and Mossypaw nodded.

"Now, what pairs go where?" Mossypaw asked. Ivypaw turned to look at the three ways they could choose. There was the twoleg path they could take, though Ivypaw felt uncomfortable about the choice. Then there was the stream. They could follow it up the Hill That Cries, or, taking the last way, they could go through the woods.

"Can we go up the stream?" Boulderpaw asked Pinepaw. Ivypaw knew why he didn't want the woods. Since he was WindClan, Boulderpaw lived out in the open moors, not under the trees. He would prefer the open air. Anyways, Ivypaw was okay with that; she wanted the woods.

"Okay," Pinepaw answered.

Ivypaw glanced at Mossypaw. "Can we take the woods," she asked the RiverClan she-cat. Mossypaw nodded, her green eyes glowing. "I guess we should get going."

Pinepaw looked over her shoulder to check that Boulderpaw was behind her. She didn't want to waste time by waiting for slow-paws. It was something she would never do. Never. He was still following, only about two pawsteps behind.

She was glad that they had taken the path of the streams. It was easy. The only drawback was that water splashed on her paws, but she didn't care. Much. It was just turning to dusk, and Pinepaw loved how the warm breeze felt on her fur.

Pinepaw actually liked the journey. She got to take a break from training; Ratscar trained her too hard, and almost every day she came back to the ShadowClan camp, worn out and stiff. Another reason was that she got to see more of the world. She had never left ShadowClan territory, save Gatherings.

But, there were some things about the journey she hated. One was that Ivypaw. Why did she get all the dreams from StarClan? I'm special, too! Why does that ThunderClan cat get all of the awesome stuff, and the rest of us get shame?

The truth was, Pinepaw was actually jealous of Ivypaw. She wanted to be the one who was seen as the hero, not just some helper in the journey.

But, Ivypaw didn't have something Pinepaw did. Something that if she let slip out, she would become an outcast in her Clan.

Glancing back at Boulderpaw, making sure he was still there, she let out a sigh.

"Pinepaw, can we take a quick break?" the WindClan tom asked. Pinepaw wanted to snap at him. Why was he so weak? Why did she have to be paired with him? Why did she agree to be paired with him? She turned around to face Boulderpaw.

"Sure, why not!" she said sarcastically, her voice holding the hint of frustration. "Why don't we also stop for the rest of the time, and pray that the other two find the feverfew. Okay?"

Boulderpaw looked at her with hurt in his eyes, something she could not really understand why. But after a moment, they changed to anger.

"I just wanted to stop to get a thorn out of my paw!" he yelled. "But, if you want to act like a crabby she-cat, telling me and the others what to do, then just leave!" That made Pinepaw take a step back, suddenly afraid. What had gotten into Boulderpaw? He was acting like a monster.

What can you say about yourself? Pinepaw heard something inside herself ask. She knew she was doing the same thing as Boulderpaw, but probably much worse. Great, she thought to herself.

Taking a deep breath, she said, "Sorry. I shouldn't have acted like that." Boulderpaw looked as though he wanted to forgive her, but he held back. Pinepaw turned back around and started walking up the hill again. She didn't want to talk to him again. At least not for the time being.

After a while, the path became harder. The waves from the streams were crashing wildly, and the rocks they were traveling on became bigger. The climbing was becoming tougher, and the rocks were becoming harder to navigate. Pinepaw could see this was going to get harder.

But, there was some hope. The black she-cat saw that they could do one of three things. They could walk along the slippery rocks, dangerous at it was. They could move away from the streams to the forest's edge, but since the rocks along the streams were growing bigger, it would be impossible to see the water, and the two apprentices wouldn't know if the streams pointed to anything important. Finally, they could turn around and try one of the other ways up.

Turning to Boulderpaw, she could see he was eying up the choices. Pinepaw knew she wasn't going to turn around and try the twoleg path. That would be wasted time, and they didn't need that. Pinepaw sighed, wondering what they were to do. I bet Ivypaw would know.

Boulderpaw gave a small cough, signaling he had something to say. Pinepaw twitched her ears.

"What?" She was still mad at him, even if it had been for something stupid. Boulderpaw shuffled his paws, and Pinepaw wondered if he was nervous to speak. "Spit it out already!"

"Do you have an idea on which way we should go?" the WindClan tom asked. Boulderpaw's eyes held hurt in them again, and Pinepaw felt bad....again. She locked eyes with him.

"No, I don't. I don't know which way we should go. Each path has a drawback." Pinepaw was starting to become worried. They had traveled days from their homes, fought a dog, but they couldn't decide where to go. Talk about lame. "Why don't you decide. I have been a jerk to you," she added.

Boulderpaw nodded, then looked at the streams. "I think we should keep going up the streams. It seems to be the best idea." Pinepaw felt somewhat better. She wanted to go that way as well.

"Let's go," she ordered. Without seeing if he was following- she knew he was- she turned around and began walking up the hill, jumping from rock to rock.

Ivypaw watched Pinepaw and Boulderpaw head up the hill, then turned to Mossypaw. Ivypaw noticed that her RiverClan friend seemed a little nervous, her green eyes holding uncertainty. Then, Ivypaw remembered that Mossypaw wasn't used to trees like Ivypaw, Pinepaw, and Boulderpaw.

"Are you okay?" Ivypaw asked. She wanted to make sure that Mossypaw was going to be alright. If the RiverClan apprentice didn't want to go under the trees, then they would take the twoleg path. If Mossypaw was uncomfortable with the woods. Please let her say she is fine.

Mossypaw nodded, and Ivypaw let out a sigh of relief. They weren't going to get close to twolegs. Ivypaw was glad about that.

"Why don't we get going," she suggested. Again, Mossypaw nodded, and the two of the them started making their way into the trees. Ivypaw felt more at home, under the trees that were in her territory. This was going to be easy.

Don't get your hopes up, Hawkfrost growled in her ear. Ivypaw turned to the right and saw the her second mentor was walking beside her, his pelt barely visible.

When did you get here? Ivypaw asked him, somewhat surprised. Hawkfrost turned up at the most surprising times.

Just now, he replied. Ivypaw nodded, putting her eyes back on the trail in front of her. She didn't need to make herself look like a fool by tripping over a root, or a branch, or a rock. She didn't need that to happen.

Soon, the walk through the woods became harder and harder. She and Mossypaw had to push their way through the undergrowth, and that took energy. Also, they had to wind around the trees. But, if Ivypaw took out those two drawbacks, then the way they took was fairly easy, and they were making great time- which was odd.

Suddenly, Ivypaw stopped. Something occurred to her. Turning to Mossypaw, she said, "Have you noticed that this is an easy walk?" Mossypaw nodded, and Ivypaw kept going. "I've come to a conclusion. We don't seem to be going uphill very much- which is strange considering we're supposed to be going up a very tall hill."

Mossypaw looked at her with shock, fear, and admiration in her green eyes. Then, she said, "Hey, I think I see a cliff." Ivypaw turned around. Mossypaw was right. She could see the cliff, too.

"And it looks steep," Ivypaw added. Then, something rumbled. Looking at Mossypaw, embarrassed, she said, "I guess I'm pretty hungry." It was true. When Pinepaw and Boulderpaw spared some of their prey, she hadn't taken much. She felt that it was wrong.

"Why don't you hunt, and I'll check out the cliff," Mossypaw suggested. It was Ivypaw's turn to nod. It was a good idea.

Ivypaw walked into a deeper part of the woods, but it wasn't far from Mossypaw and the cliff. She didn't want to stray to far. What if something happened, like she or Mossypaw was attacked by dogs? Ivypaw remembered how they were attacked by dogs the day before. Well, it was only one dog, but it was howling for blood. And Ivypaw knew that they didn't need blood spilled.

Soon, Ivypaw came back to the cliff with a squirrel and a mouse in her jaws. She had used the hunting tips Hawkfrost had given her during one of their training sessions.

But, Mossypaw wasn't there. Ivypaw buried her catch in the dirt, then walked around the area. She couldn't see Mossypaw. Where is she?

Taking a closer look at the cliff, Ivypaw noticed that you could climb the cliff to the top, or you could go down it, as there was a way down. But Ivypaw would have suggested never going down the cliff. It was too steep. Ivypaw could see it was steep going up, but it was steeper going down.

"Help!"

Mossypaw! Ivypaw knew her friend's voice. And her friend was in trouble.

"Help!"

Mossypaw's voice was coming from the way down the cliff. Cautiously, Ivypaw looked over the edge. The sight below her made Ivypaw almost fall off. Mossypaw was hanging onto a branch jutting from the cliff face.

"Mossypaw! Hang on!" Ivypaw called. She needed to figure out a way to save her friend from death.

If you look to the left, then you can see there is a way down to where your pathetic friend is, Hawkfrost informed her. Ivypaw looked to her left. Her mentor was right. There was a way down.

Ivypaw began the way down, and she made it to where Mossypaw was quickly. The RiverClan apprentice was losing her clawgrip on the branch.

Stretching out her paw, Ivypaw growled, "Grab onto my paw! NOW!" Mossypaw obeyed and she let her paw hook onto Ivypaw's. Ivypaw could feel her friend's claw digging into her fur. But she had to stay strong to save Mossypaw.

After what seemed like a lifetime, she was able to pull Mossypaw onto the path. Mossypaw lay on her stomach and her breaths were quick.

"Are you okay?" Ivypaw asked. Mossypaw nodded, and she looked at Ivypaw.

"Which way do we go now?"

I am sorry it wasn't one of my longer chapters. 2059 words without author's notes. Sorry. But, every time the computer died, I had to rewrite the entire chapter, and its hard to remember everything written on the computer.

Okay, what do you think Pinepaw is hiding. Also, when this is over, should I make the sequel to it. This story is going to have about ten to twelve chapters. It's not that long. Chapter four should be out soon, since I am sick now, and I tend to type a lot when I am sick. Bye!