A/N: Hello everyone! I've goteth ye anther Chaptereth. Thanks Shakespeare! ^.^ (Pretty sure those aren't words (sense the sarcasm))Also, quick note, the squishy, cone-shape thing Smallpaw finds later on is Styrofoam

"Today, is about teamwork."

We were lined up next the the big Pine Tree, as Shiningbrook went over the instructions. Sleekleaf was apparently hidding around, pretending to be a Thunderclan cat, and we had to work together to either drive her out, or at least ambush her.

The key to this task: be completely silent.

Not my strong point.

The rest of the mentors at behind us as we huddled together to try and discuss our plan. "Alright," Thornpaw began, stepping in the spot I was about to stand in, so I was yet again excluded, "Me, Flamepaw (she rolled her eyes at this), and Eaglepaw will sneak in front of Shiningbrook when we find her, and Icepaw, Fishpaw, and Smallpaw will go behind her. Understand?" they all nodded.

"Wait!" I whisper shouted, before I could stop myself. They all turned in confusion.

"What is it now?" Thornpaw said with a sigh. "W-Wouldn't it be smarter to s-surround her on the sides? I-I mean, she'd be able to sent at least o-one of our groups, depending on the wind." I stuttered against my will. Thornpaw glared at me with a death glare, as I daring I disobey his orders. I held my grounds. "He's right...I think." I heard a voice from behind me say. My ears instantly perked in surprise.

We all turned to see Fishpaw starting at the ground, not wanting to make eye contact. "I mean...it's kind of obvious..." was all he said. Suddenly everyone but Thornpaw started to nod their heads a bit in agreement. He growled, "Fine! Here's what we'll do. Icepaw, Flamepaw, you be in one group, me and Eaglepaw will be in another, while Fishpaw and cobweb-brain here will be in another. We'll be on each side of her except the front, got it?" he said. we all nodded, and went our separate ways.

"Thanks."

"F-For what?"

"For sticking up for me back there."

"Oh...it was nothing."

I flicked my ear in response as me and Fishpaw made our way to the right, the two other groups on either side of us, some ways off, but still close enough to keep in touch. We crept along the reeds near the river bed, when suddenly I spotted a fresh scent. I shot my tail up and stopped, making sure everyone saw. They came running, and asked, "What did you find?" "A fresh trail." Fishpaw said before I could, stealing my thunder. I sighed mentally.

We grouped up in a line, Fishpaw leading, as we followed along the scent trail. I was (of course) at the back, my ears pricked for any sudden sounds. the scent trail got shallower and shallower, until we lost it, and we realized we went the wrong direction. "Guys, turn around!" Fishpaw mewed from the front of the line. Everyone turned around, and I found myself leading the line, to my delight (and their disgust). I made sure all my senses were open, as the scent trail got longer, and before long we ended up right back where we started.

Suddenly a sound rang through my ears. It was a very small sound, so small I'm surprised and proud that I could detect it.

I turned my head to the left, and just managed to spot Sleekleaf walk away into the higher reeds. I stopped, making everyone bump into me, but before they could yell at me I gestured to the area she went in. They got my message, and we split into our groups, and I was with Fishpaw again.

We quickly surrounded her, and I saw Thornpaw's tail go up to signal a stop.

But for some reason...my paws kept going.

"Smallpaw!" I heard Fishpaw whisper, "Get back here! If you keep going she'll heard us, or...or scent us, or-" "Will you please stop that?!" I hissed lightly back. I knew what I was doing. For some reason, that shut him up. I slipped around to the back of her, sensing that she was still unaware that we were all here. I crouched low to the ground, so my leg didn't drag, and softly kicked a pebble next to me.

As I excepted, she jerked her head around, and started backing up, keeping her senses all located on the area the sound came from. But I was one step ahead of her, and snuck off before she could detect me. I quietly dashed behind her, so when she would turn around she'd run right into me. But of course, I accidentally kicked a twig as I was sneaking past her.

Aw, come on!

She whipped around, lashing out at me before I could scurry off. Her paw hit my bad leg, but I didn't feel it of course. Fear and shame coursed through me at the sight of my plan failing, but suddenly I slid a bit to the right, and my body turned to face her. I guess the fear and shame puffed up quite a bit of my fur, because she looked at me with surprise. I looked down at me and saw that I basically looked bigger, and angry. I was definitely scary! I smiled mentally.

I hissed at her, and she stepped back a bit in surprise. I stretched out my claws as far as they could go, try to make me look more scary. I snarled and stalked towards her, making her back up. Not too many steps later, she was in the water, knee deep in the river. I sat down and smoothed my fur, and turned around to see that the others had attempted it as well, and mostly looked ridiculous.

"Well done, Smallpaw! If I was a real Thunderclan cat, I would've high-tailed it out of Riverclan territory! And if I didn't, you all could've attacked me in the water. I will go and tell Creekfoot about your accomplishment." Sleekleaf purred. I smiled, closing my eyes in happiness. Suddenly I remembered my appointment with Brownwhisker; he still wanted to treat my wounds, the bite on my neck seems to be reluctant to heal, apparently.

I turned around to see the other apprentices staring at me with confusion, probably at how I managed such a feat. Their stares where starting to unnerve me... "Ok! So..are we done? 'Cause I've got some things I need to...uh...yep, I'll, uh...see-see you later!" and with that I dashed off to camp, their stares following me as I went.

I entered the camp entrances a few minutes later, and Brownwhisker was sitting at the front of his den, grooming himself. I padded over, and when I got near enough, I heard him mutter the words, "Took you long enough." I rolled my eyes.

I padded silently out of camp, looking behind me for any followers. None. Good. I darted away again, heading for the Thunderpath.

My paws barely made a sound as they flew across the moss covered grounds, past marshes and trees. The disgusting stench hit my nose not too much time later, and I had to skid to a halt before I could scrape my paws' pads against the hard black ground. I pricked my ears in any search of the awful noise the Monsters made. When there was none, I hurriedly made my way across.

Oh, I forgot to mention that my mouth was full of this weird, spongy thing. it was in the shape of a stick, but bigger at one end. I found it next to the river we last trained at...and it reminded me of a cat's tail. I had picked it up after my trip at Brownwhisker's (where I learned more about herbs), and it was with me now.

Now back to the present, I pushed through the bushes on the other side of the path, and stood at the top of the cove. "Foofef!" I tried to call out through the spongy thing in my mouth. "Blagh! Toothless!" I said after I spit it out. I heard a grumble from somewhere in the cove, and I knew he heard me. I smiled, and picked up the spongy-thing, and made my way down the rock wall into the cove.

Toothless opened his piercing green-yellow eyes, and stretched, apparently having had a long nap. He yawned, showing off his namesake teeth, in which quite a few were missing. He shook his head to get rid of any drowsiness, and walked over to me. "Alright, what's up this time? Why'd you interrupt my nap. I was in the middle of a really good dream!" he complained.

"I found something for your tail!" I shouted with pride, as I picked up the spongy-thing in my mouth again, and held it up for him to see. His pupils dilated smaller, "Oh, no! No way am I letting you go near my tail again! Whatever you put on it last time hurt like crazy!" He hissed, and with that ran away from me. "Hey!" I stared in confusion, then it hit me. And with that we played a game of chase, all the while shouting things like "It's ok!" and "It may hurt for a few seconds, but trust me!"

I don't know how much time passed before Toothless ran out of energy. I'm sure my absence was noticed back in camp; probably everyone knew by now about my 'incredible' strategy.

Toothless finally stopped running, and laid down in defeat. "Alright...you got me..." he said in between pants. "That was probably the most exercise I've had in a while." he muttered. I rolled my eyes as I drew out the same herbs I had last time out from their hiding place. At the sight of them, Toothless drew back, hissing. I sighed. "You'll have to deal with it if you want your tail to get better." I explained. he relaxed a bit at this, but still spat when I chewed the rest of the herbs to a pulp and plastered it on his tail. He yowled in pain, but controlled it as I pushed the end of the spongy-cone-shapped-thing onto the end of his tail. As it turned out, that pulp was...really quite sticky.

The sting settled down after about a minute, and Toothless looked back at his tail, moving it tenderly; it was probably pretty sore. "You...you fixed it...I can leave!" he started, smiling. A bigger smile came across his muzzle, and he got up, and shouted with quite an immense joy, "My tail's fixed!"

I crouched back a bit at his shout, and a smile came upon me as well. I was filled with happiness that I had helped this poor cat. But...there was another part of me that was, quite a bit upset; I just lost the only friend I've ever had. My smile turned into a frown, as he ran to the rock wall. But when I though he was going to leave, he turned back at me, and said, "Thank you. I'd have never been healed if it wasn't for you." he turned back to me, and playfully batted one of my ears with his strong arm, and said, "Keep up the good work. You could be a so called, 'medicine cat'. Oh, and don't let those bullies you told me about before stand in your way; you're one of the bravest cats I've met." he said with a smile.

"Fare well!" I said, forcing a smile as he started climbing up the rock wall, using his new tail to balance him.

I quickly changed my smile to a frown and laid down, setting my head on my paws, closing my eyes. It may have looked as if I had been resting, but really I was trying to hide any sadness that might have shown through.

Suddenly, a yowl rang through the area.

I looked up just in time to see Toothless lose some of his balance, and fall to the rock below him. The problem was, his new tail hit the rock, and the dressing became undone. The new tail came right off, but the pulp stayed on. Both mine and Toothless's eyes lit up in shock. we looked at one another, and it was settled. I was going to find some way for his tail to stick, so he could be free again.