:)Hey everybody:) It's MysteryWriter000! I realize it's been awhile since I last posted a chapter so here! This chapter focuses on mainly two characters, Sparksong and Ginger. I don't think it's as good as some of my other chapters but bear with me! The next chapter will be better. This chapter also is meant to be partly funny by the way. Though I won't take offense if it's not. Happy Reading!

Chapter 4:

Sparksong was just exiting from Petalwind's den when she heard Mosstar's yowl. "All cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Highledge for a clan meeting!"

She saw an apprentice exit the apprentices' den. His ears were pricked in confusion as he padded over to join the other cats beneath Mosstar.

Sparksong figured Mosstar was going tell the rest of the clan about the dispute with RiverClan that they had earlier. Her ice-blue eyes grew anxious as she sat next to Daisywater. She wondered how the Clan would react to this new-found rivalry with RiverClan. Things had already been tense with ShadowClan.

She missed the beginning to Mosstar's meeting. In result, she looked up to see him say, "Mapleleaf's patrol came across RiverClan today." A wave of surprise rippled over the cats nad they murmured among themselves.

"RiverClan?" questioned Rainfur, the ThunderClan elder. "Are you sure you don't mean ShadowClan?" Mosstar shook his head.

"No, we spotted RiverClan fleeing from WindClan's territory." His light, grey pelt rustled in the breeze as he spoke.

"Why did ThunderClan have to get involved then?" asked Forestgleam, a grey warrior. A murmur of agreement rose up from the cats below.

Sparksong shot a glance at Sapphirepaw. The silver apprentice was looking down at her paws, embarassed.

"Enough!" yowled Mosstar from his position at the Highledge. "It no longer matters why we got involved, we just are now. That's why I want all patrols to keep an eye out for any signs of RiverClan activity. If you can even smell the faintest trace of their scent on our territory, report back to me." Mosstar's eyes flashed with anger as he said it, and he jumped down from the Highledge, ending the meeting.

Sparksong spotted Forestgleam, the ThunderClan warrior, disappear into the thorn tunnel, his tail lashing back and forth. She remembered his comment during the meeting and bounded towards him. "Forestgleam!" she called, "wait up!"

Forestgleam looked at her in surprise, but Sparksong couldn't blame him. She had barely ever spoken to him in the past. "Don't blame Sapphirepaw for the battle!" she said breathlessly.

His forest-green eyes looked at her and Sparksong couldn't help but feel unsettling. "What are you talking about, Sparksong?" he asked in confusion.

Sparksong felt her pelt bristle emabarrassingly. He didn't know about Sapphirepaw running across the WindClan border. "Nothing," she tried to say calmly and marched off, back towards camp.

She spotted Petalwind, ThunderClan's medicine cat, coming towards her as soon as she stepped foot in the camp. Her violet eyes shining with disapproval. "Sparksong!" said the brown tabby. "I told you to take it easy! Why were you out of camp?"

Sparksong immediatly felt a pang in her hind leg where a RiverClan warrior had clawed it. Her dark, tabby pelt could still feel its claws raking against her wound, and the moist, wet blood oozing from it. Petalwind had taken care of the wound, and she obviously didn't want Sparkson accidently reopening it. Sparksong knew she had to tell the truth.

"I was just talking to Forestgleam about something," she said. For a second Sparksong thought Petalwind wouldn't believe her, but then she let out an amused purr. "What are you so amused about?" asked Sparksong curiously.

Petalwind had to restrain herself from letting out a mrrow of laughter. "Oh," she said in amusement, "I see." Sparksong blinked in confusion. What was she talking about? "I see," she repeated, "you were just with Forestgleam..."

Sparksong's hair fluffed out. That's when she realized that Petalwind thought there was something between her and Forestgleam! "Wait, no!" she said. "You don't understand!"

Petalwind winked at her. "Oh it's okay, Sparksong, I understand perfectly." Then, Petalwind set off to her den, tail straight up in the air.

Sparksong felt her pelt getting hot. Why would she think that? She glanced at Forestgleam. The grey tom was warming his pelt in the sunlight. He looked back at her with his forest-green eyes and Sparksong looked away, startled. She barely even knew him!

Hoping to keep her mind off the subject, she went over to share tongues with Daisywater, far away from the grey tom.

Ginger's POV

Ginger's wet belly fur dragged across the ground as she followed the silver she-cat. The she-cat trodded confidently in front of her, but Ginger was more hesitant in this new, unknown territory. She was especiallly careful after her fall in the river.

She had just been traveling, and she had stopped to take a drink. Then, she had leaned too close to the river and fell in. The cat who was in front of her now, had saved her. Ginger didn't want to admit it, but the she-cat was very brave. She wondered where she was taking her, but wherever it was, she knew she would have to leave soon.

"Are you okay?" Ginger looked up to see the she-cat break her thoughts. The cat was kind, Ginger would give her that.

"Yeah," replied Ginger, "I...I'm fine." Ginger saw surprise in the she-cat's green eyes and wondered why she was surprised.

"Well that's a mood change," she said. "Your not yelling at me anymore." Ginger hissed at her and looked away, immediatley changing her mood again. She didn't want to give this strange cat the satisfaction of knowing why her moods shifted so easily. "You know," the cat said, "I bet you would feel a whole lot better if you try not to look so hostile all the time."

Ginger shot her a hostile glare.

"Sheesh!" cried the cat, "I'm just trying to make conversation." Ginger looked at her with irritation. Maybe Ginger didn't want conversation. In fact, from Ginger's life expirience, she found it a whole lot easier to avoid.

Her paws trailed on the ground as she lashed her tail. The sun was slowly drying her fur and she relaxed, knowing at least her pelt should be dry soon. The rest of the water she shook off her pelt, the droplets of water trying to cling to her white and ginger hair.

That's when she felt the pair of eyes staring at her.

She let the she-cat go ahead of her a little bit. She could feel the eyes boring into her, but she could not see the spy. A scent drifted up into her little nose and she knew the cat was up high...maybe in the trees...

She looked up and scanned them. She almost overlooked the rustle of leaves. With one quick look she spotted a dark, raven tom. His amber eyes pierced her, shaking her to the bone. He was sturdily fastened into the trees, his claws sinking deep within the branch.

Ginger thought about whether she should tell the cat in front of her. Was this strange cat part of her, what she called, clan? Or was he an intruder? Most of her was itching to tell the cat in front of her, but she remembered she was still supposed to be angry with her. Judging by his scent, Ginger highly doubted he was apart of her clan. It smelled different.

Before Ginger could make her decision, the tom put a paw up to his mouth, signaling to not let the she-cat know he was here. Ginger almost yelled to the she-cat right then, but part of her stopped her. Part of her just didn't believe she could.

"Are you that slow?" yowled the she-cat. Ginger shook her head and ran up to meet the she-cat. Her green eyes were gazing at her with intensity. "We're about to enter RiverClan camp," she exclaimed. Ginger didn't exactly know what a RiverClan was, but she continued to listen. The she-cat continued. "I suggest you stick close too me, or they might think your an intruder."

Ginger looked at her with anxiety. Her paws were sweaty and her pelt was dry. "And what will they exactly do if they think I'm an intruder?" Her pelt felt a ripple of fear when the cat didn't reply. "Besides," she challenged, "why should I believe a cat who I dont' even know their name?"

The she-cat nodded her head in anknowledgement. Her gaze was filled with understanding. Ginger hated people trying to understand. "I understand how you might feel that way..." she said. Ginger felt her claws sheath in relaxation. Then, the cat continued and made Ginger flare with anger.

"I do understand... I'm Streamshine."