Enjoy Chapter 6! Sorry if I rushed through Amethyst's POV I meant to put in more detail but I really needed to post a chapter.

Chapter 6:

Streamshine felt sorry for the cat called Ginger. As soon as they entered RiverClan camp her clanmates shot Ginger and her curious glances. She wasn't even sure if Ginger knew she was being looked at because the cat seemed lost in her own thoughts.

Streamshine directed Ginger to Minnowface, who was the RiverClan medicine cat and went over to share a fish with Sandwater. As she watched Minnowface and Ginger's fur disappear into the medicine cat den, she hoped Troutstar would not be angry with her for taking Ginger to Minnowface first instead of him. Sandwater came back with a large, plump fish. The ginger warrior eyed her.

"So," she began, "who's the cat?" Streamshine sighed.

"A rogue, I suppose," she answered. "I found her drowing in the river."

Sandwater unsheathed her claws. "In our territory?" she asked. Streamshine nodded.

"It's okay. I think she's fine," meowed Streamshine. Sandwater snorted. Streamshine knew it might take awhile to convince her clanmates Ginger was no harm.

Streamshine pushed the fish toward Sandwater. "Here," she said, "I'm not hungry anymore." Sandwater shrugged and bit into the prey.

Streamshine was too nervous to eat. Would her leader be angry with her for showing a rogue their camp? She was the deputy. Didn't that mean she was supposed to be an example?

"You sure you don't want any of this?" Sandwater said with her mouth full. Then, the ginger warrior swallowed. "Hey," she continued. "Shouldn't you be telling Troutstar about the rogue?"

Streamshine gaped. How could I be so stupid? Troutstar! Duh! She raced over to the den immediatly.

Cautiously pacing in front of his den, she waited. Sure enough, a deep voice called, "Come in." Wary, Streamshine walked into the den. Troutstar was in his nest. Streamshine felt guilty because it looked like she had woken him from a well-needed rest. His tawny fur clung to his frame, ruffled.

"Yes, Streamshine?" he said in his strong, deep voice. Streamshine felt like a thorn was caught in her throat. What was she supposed to say? Hey, Troutstar, guess what I did today? I saved a rogue from drowning in a river, then brought her back into camp when she could attack us all! What do you think? She shuddered. There was no way she was going to say that.

"I...um..." blood pulsed in her ears. She had not been deputy very long. "I rescued a rogue today from the river." Troutstar's ears perked. His green gaze was intent on what she was saying. "She is with Minnowface right now."

Troutstar hesitated for a second and said, "How long is she staying?" His claws were grappling tightly to the moss bedding. "How long?" he reapeted.

Streamshine bowed her head respectfully. "She was badly injured and I want her to heal." Streamshine paused, glad that her voice was steady. Even though she secretly wanted the rogue to stay, she knew it wasn't her decision. "However, after she is fully-recovered I think it should be your choice."

Troutstar nodded. "I shall not make my decision yet."

Relief flooded Streamshine. Ginger seemed to weak to be out on her own. "Thank you, Troutstar," she said. Then, without a word she slinked out of the leader's den.

Amethyst's (Ame's) POV

"Stop prodding me with your paw, furball!"

"Not until you answer me!"

"I'm busy!"

"Busy with what?"

"Um...Ignoring you."

Sterling was going to get into trouble...yet again. Amethyst shook the burrs from her brown pelt. "We almost got caught by those wild cats a couple of days ago," Ame said. "Are you really going to risk something like that happening again?"

Sterling rubbed against her playfully. "Correction...we did get caught."

"Well at least by only one!" she reminded him.

"Which is why we have to withold to our promise," he pointed out. Ame blushed as the arrangment of the situation settled in. She fixed her eyes on her paws.

Leaning over to Sterling, she whispered, "What if he's dangerous?" The thought had probbed at her ever since the night at the island.

Sterling fixated his golden eyes on her. There was a mischevious twinkle in them. He puffed out his chest boldly, "No wild cat can beat me!"

Ame giggled. "But a rotten log can sure scare you." Sterling's grey pelt seemed to turn red. Ame added, "I saw your fur."

Ame licked her long fur, getting out the last of the thorns. Sterling looked through the dark, dense bushes. "I told you there was a hole there," he said, "we can leave now and be back when our housefolk call us in." Ame staggered. Now? But he'll just get himself into trouble again...Maybe I can keep him from going.

"Okay," she said in agreement. Sterling looked at her surprised. "Though, I would prefer maybe to...hunt." She tried to surpress a smile when she thought of her plan.

"I suppose," answered Sterling. He dropped into a hunting crouch. Ame noticed how his tail dragged on the ground, making noise, and he was putting to much weight on his forepaws. "I am a perfect hunter."

Ame looked down at her paws. "Well, but you might want to...um...not put so much weight on your forepaws." She felt shy about telling others what to do. "I mean...if you think that will help," she stammered.

Sterling started up at her. "Hey, if you wanted to give me advice you could've just said so." Ame opened her mouth to say something, but stopped. Your not even going to really hunt! She told herself.

Stalking over in the opposite direction of Sterling, she thought of her plan. The best thing she could do was to play on his weaknesses. Sterling may be an okay hunter, but she knew his attention spand was short. That's what she could use to her advantage.

Amethyst bent down to pick up a rock. It's dry, sharp stone touched her tongue. Gosh, thought Ame, this tastes horrible! She tried to ignore it and continue on with her plan. She heaved and tossed the rock to the area around Sterling. His ears perked at once and he dropped into position. Good, thought Ame, He thinks there's a mouse.

"I'm sorry, Ame," Sterling meowed, "there was so much mice I couldn't help myself! But now it's too late to meet you-know-who. Our housefolk will get worried."

Ame looked down at her paws. "That's..." Great! Now you won't get into trouble and we both won't get hurt! "...too bad" Sterling nodded.

Amethyst leaped up onto the fence. Her plan had gone perrrfectly. Still, looking at the disappointment in her best friend's eyes, Ame wondered if she had done the right thing by distracting him so he wouldn't be able to leave the garden. A stab of guilt pierced through her. No you did the right thing! She sighed. Sometimes it felt as every decision would feel like a thorn in her pelt.

"Ame! He's here!" Sterling's voice echoed. Oh no! He came here. What have I done? She leaped down from the fence at once. In the middle of their garden stood a raven tom with sharp amber eyes. She could feel her pelt prickle.

Then, Sterling nodded in greeting. "Hello, Darkwind." Ame was impressed at how cool he looked in this situation but noticed the tip of his tail was twitching with nervousness.

Darkwind looked at them in acknowledgement. "I held out my part of the deal," he said, unsheathing his claws, "now you hold up yours."

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