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It's been a long time since I updated... I think almost two weeks.

This is a reminder for all the people who follow and/or favorite my story: If you have reviewed, thanks! IF not, please do! It means a lot to me!

So, shout-outs are basically review replies... and I want to give them to all my reviewers, so it won't just be the first five reviewers.

Shout-outs:

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Blah blah blah... I talk too much, don't I? Here's the chapter!

Chapter 13: Mintleaf

I just don't get it. How would a random nursery tale involve Breezeheart and Flowerstar? Mintleaf had been raking her brain ever since Featherbreeze told her about the nursery tale, and she had nothing. She lay awake in her nest, listening to the other warriors' deep breathing as they slept. Darkpelt, Shineheart, and Rosekit. I guess Flowerstar could be descended from them, but that doesn't mean much. After all, they have kin in all the clans. Finally, she thought, I don't even care. I'm just going to go to sleep. She closed her eyes and rolled over in her nest. Soon, she had fallen asleep.

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"Mintleaf," a voice purred warmly. Mintleaf jerked awake. She looked up and saw a pair of green eyes staring down at her. She leaped up, fur bristling along her spine. They were in a meadow, with stars dotting the sky. Just behind them, a large oak tree waved in the breeze.

"Who are you? Where are we?" She got a better look at the cat, and saw that it was a ginger she-cat who looked a lot like Flowerstar. "Who are you?" Mintleaf snarled again.

"Petalshine," the ginger she-cat replied. "I'm a StarClan cat."

"Oh—you're—I'm dreaming. But why? What do you want?" Mintleaf narrowed her eyes and took a hesitant step toward Petalshine.

"You know who I am. You just recently learned of me. When you figure out whom I am, and whom Flowerstar is, I will come to you again." The ginger she-cat bounded away across the meadow.

"Wait! What? Flowerstar? I don't understand!" Mintleaf yowled after her.

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Mintleaf dawdled at the back of her hunting patrol, watching Stonepaw chase after mice. The snow was gone, although it was still cold. How am I going to figure out whom she is? Why does it matter?

"Mintleaf, catch something already!" Thunderstrike growled. He was holding a scrawny rabbit.

"I'm looking for scent trails," Mintleaf protested. She hadn't even thought about hunting.

"Mintleaf thinks she's too good for hunting," Stonepaw snickered, trotting back to the patrol with a mouse in his jaws.

Mintleaf scraped her claws through the dirt, kicking it across the grey apprentice's pelt. "I do not! I just had a weird dream last night!" Stonepaw was so nice as a kit! Now he thinks he's leader of everyone!

"Dreams are for medicine cats," Stonepaw meowed, shaking out his pelt. "You're a warrior."

"Any cat can dream," Petaldrop meowed, flicking her tail over her apprentice's ear. "I heard you talking to Creekpaw about a dream you had."

"Well—but—" Stonepaw pawed the ground. "That was different!"

"Sure, it was. Because you're an apprentice, not a warrior," Mintleaf scoffed sarcastically.

"Are you saying you're better than me? Because—" Stonepaw was quickly cut off by Thunderstrike.

"Enough! We're hunting, not talking!" the deputy snapped. "I want all of you to catch two pieces of prey and then we can go back to camp."

The three cats walked in opposite directions, Stonepaw and Mintleaf with fur bristling, and Petaldrop looking like she wanted to argue.

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In the next half moon, Mintleaf was constantly distracted. She still had no idea whom Petalshine was and it drove her crazy. She has something to do with Flowerstar, I guess. But how? She was in the clearing, ready to head to her nest, when she heard her name called.

"Mintleaf!" Featherbreeze bounded over to her looking annoyed.

"What?" Mintleaf asked, blinking.

"Tonight is the meeting! We must go! Silverriver and Stormshade got some cats. They're coming once the clan goes to sleep. Come on!" Featherbreeze was already running the other way. Yawning, and feeling slightly dazed, Mintleaf ran after her sister.

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Streampaw had already arrived at the island. Beside her sat Squirrelfall, Swiftsky, and Stempaw. Blossomleap was sitting on the other side of the clearing, her kits in front of her. Either Breezeheart sent her to spy or she found out some other way, Mintleaf frowned. Breezeheart was unlikely to tell the queen unless he was planning to use her for something.

"Where's Breezeheart?" Mintleaf asked, staring at the brown she-cat.

"He sent me to find out your plan," Blossomleap replied calmly.

"What?!" Mintleaf shrieked, jumping backward.

Blossomleap waved her tail. "I am very aware of everything Breezeheart and Flowerstar want from me, and I don't intend to let them use me or my kits. I have a plan, and I am on your side." She brushed one of her kits, a brown tom with a strange bluish pattern, off her tail. "Play on the ground with your sisters."

"Am I sure I should trust you?" Mintleaf glared at Blossomleap and the dark brown she-cat met her gaze evenly.

"You don't have to trust me, I guess. You can refuse to tell me anything. But if you need help, I will give you help."

"Fine," Mintleaf sighed. "But where's Breezeheart?"

"He sent me to spy, remember? I will lie to him. If you don't want me to be here, I will leave." Blossomleap got up and gathered her kits closer to her, a challenge in her eyes.

"No, no, you can stay," Mintleaf stammered. She trotted back to Featherbreeze, who was talking to Streampaw.

"I had to sneak out," the blue-gray she-cat was meowing. "He was on the sunset patrol, so he was up late. I'm sure he won't know I left."

"Hey, Streampaw," Mintleaf dipped her head to the young medicine cat.

"Hi!" she replied cheerfully. "It's Streamfern now."

Finally, Silverriver and Stormshade padded through the trees with Smokesplash, Sootsong, Silverriver's kits, and Firespring, who looked like she would kit any day now.

"Silverriver! You brought the kits?" Mintleaf bounded over to the silver she-cat, whose fur gleamed in the moonlight.

Silverriver nodded. "It looks like you got a lot of cats to come," she meowed.

Featherbreeze, trotting up beside her sister, nodded. "Streampaw was able to get some cats from her clan, and Blossomleap came." She shot Mintleaf a quizzical look when she said Blossomleap, and Mintleaf quickly mouthed, I'll tell you later.

All the cats contributed ideas, explaining who would come and who might help.

"Leafglint is my sister. She might help," Blossomleap meowed.

"She's Flowerstar's deputy," Featherbreeze pointed out.

Blossomleap shrugged, "I'll see." A little after moon-high, the cats left the island with a plan to come back the night before the next gathering.

Is the end too abrupt? Oh well!

QOTC

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