Sorry I haven't updated in a while, guys! I've been pretty busy with school and at this point, I've had writer's block for quite a while. I'm not the type of author that sits at their computer typey-typey-typing all day long with everything planned. I usually get inspired by the day's events, but with school ending soon, there won't be much inspiration around since all the teachers will talk about is how close we are to the end of the year and our three field trips coming up (too stressful). I've been trying to find inspiration, and I think I just have enough to start another chapter. Let's get started!

Oakpaw sat idly in her lone-corner after training. She was bored. Very, very bored. After a few minutes of staring into space, she decided to go outside and try to catch a glimpse of the drama outside. Then she realized that it was night. Mouse dung. Already? She started to walk towards the apprentice den and tried to settle into her nest when something poked her in the side. She yelped and jumped out of her nest, clawing at the… thorn…? She was afraid that she had awoken the den when she realized that there was no one there, either. She peered outside and saw that the apprentices were in the warriors' den. She knew that Snowpaw and Birchpaw wouldn't be there because of a patrol that was due back at any moment. She didn't know why they were in the warriors' den, but she went back to the apprentice's den to take the thorn out and settle into her nest at last.

"Oakpaw!"

"Dear Starclan, it's night, Swi-"

Oakpaw slowly woke up to a sound outside of the apprentice's den. She crawled out and realized that this wasn't Gemclan's camp.

"Starclan? Hello?"

"This is the forest of the original four clans."

Oakpaw watched as many, uncountable cats headed out of a forest being devastated by monsters. One of them in particular shone like bright fire.

"Are they still surviving?"

"Yes. They have settled into a lake that is many a moon's walk from your camp."

"Who's speaking to me? Who are you?"

"My name is-"

"Oakpaw! Wake up!"

Oakpaw was startled out of her nest. "What in the name of-"

"Hunting patrol!" Swiftfeather said.

"Again? Alright…" Oakpaw crawled out of her nest of moss and realized the sun was brightly shining. "How long did I-"

"Well, it's sunhigh right now, so you've been sleeping for a while."

"How do you-"

"Keep predicting your questions? It's easy if you know the cat well."

"…Can you-"

"Stop? Alright, then."

"…I have no more questions."

"Alright, let's go on patrol."

It seemed as if they had kept Oakpaw away from her friends as much as possible. The only time she was in a patrol with them was yesterday.

Oakpaw returned from the tunnel, proudly waving a squirrel in the air. "Don't do that," Swiftfeather had said, "Or it will lose its warmth!" She hurled it onto the fresh-kill pile, scattering mice everywhere.

"It's raining prey!" One of the kits said when a mouse landed on its head. The kit had looked up into the clouds, hoping for more mice to rain down.

"Keep up that hunting, Oakpaw!" Lilacpelt mewed. Oakpaw felt proud, but she didn't want to look around for her friends and be disappointed. They were probably off training again. Why they were kept so busy, she had no clue. She settled down by the freshkill pile and began to eat a mouse.

Oakpaw had the rest of the day off, and she felt the boredom return. She decided to go ask Lilacpelt if she needed any herbs.

"We need more marigold," Lilacpelt said. "I will show you where they grow."

Oakpaw and Lilacpelt headed off to the meadows, not far from the thunderpath where Oakpaw appeared all-of-a-sudden nearly a moon ago. I wondered if any of them will be transported next… Oakpaw thought. She didn't bother to think about it much, but she didn't know even half of the truth.

Blooper: Lilac was in English class. Stuff happened. Long story short: if a teacher's going to use your paper as a testing tool, spell something wrong on purpose if they have a good sense of humor.

Teacher: Next definition is apparently a parallogram to this person.

*class laughs*

Lilac: Parallogram is a word now no questions.

*teacher laughs*