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Glosspaw wondered why ShadowClan would go through all the hassle of bringing a troublesome RiverClan apprentice into their camp. ShadowClan sure seemed pretty…clingy to their territory. Judging from the patrol's behavior today, Glosspaw guessed that something similar had happened to them a while ago. But instead of reacting so seriously, they let it slide and were ambushed. But that didn't mean they had to react so seriously when she was pushed across the border!

Glosspaw growled. Palefoot was just a piece of frog-dung! Why was she so stupid? Didn't she know Birchsong was probably going to break her heart? She seemed oblivious to the fact that he had a mate, which made Glosspaw even more irritated.

"Shut up!" Stonepaw growled. Glosspaw didn't realize she was growling and stopped.

With her heightened senses, she could smell ShadowClan stronger now. It smelled like crowfood. What did those cats eat? Finally, they reached the camp. The two warriors carrying her dropped her on the ground. She stayed laying there, not bothering to stand up. Her limbs were sprawled out and her head lay on the grass like she was dead.

"Get up!" Stonepaw hissed, kicking her with his hind leg. She yowled when she realized that his claws were unsheathed.

"Oh my StarClan! Are you insane?" she yelped. "I mean, it's my first time out of camp and you kidnap me? Seriously, we weren't going to ambush you or anything!" She felt blood trickle down her flank and on the ground, but she did not complain.

Mottledpelt boxed her ears. "You will learn to speak when told to!" he hissed.

"Why? I'm not ShadowClan!" she retorted, feeling a lot braver than she should have.

"No, but you need to be disciplined. That's something your mentor clearly hasn't taught you!" another cat hissed.

"Well, it was my first day of apprenticeship. And I'm not sure if Palefoot could teach me anything, much less discipline," Glosspaw said, feeling very angry and frustrated. Why wouldn't the ShadowClan cats just let her go already?

Mottledpelt stared at her with amazement before shaking his head in disbelief. "I'm going to tell Jaystar," he said like a kit who was tattling.

"See if I care," Glosspaw snorted. Mottledpelt growled and stomped into Jaystar's den. The other two warriors got some fresh-kill and sat in the middle of the camp, eating. Stormpaw stood watching her.

"So, who are your parents?" he asked casually, flicking his tail across her shoulders. Glosspaw glared at his and shook his tail off. She hated to admit it, but it was really soft.

"Birchsong and Silverstripe," she growled without looking at him.

"Any littermates?" he continued to interrogate her. She glared at him and saw him batting his eyes flirtatiously. Bleugh, it's just like Birchsong had a kit in ShadowClan, Glosspaw thought angrily.

"Two," she said coolly. "Now shut up."

"Ooh, you are one spicy character, aren't you?" he asked teasingly.

"Sure," Glosspaw replied, her temper very short. Why wasn't Jaystar coming out of his den to, like, punish her? Was making a very irritating apprentice who was also annoying handsome flirt with her his form of punishment? She was only six moons old, for crying out loud!

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of awkward silence, Jaystar walked out of his den, followed by Mottledpelt.

"Mottledpelt told me you crossed the border to stir up a fight," Jaystar growled. "And I will not tolerate with this kind of behavior."

Glosspaw opened her mouth to defend herself but realized it would be no use. How could she explain that the only reason Palefoot hated her was because she knew about her father's inappropriate affair? It would sure give ShadowClan a lot of leverage against RiverClan.

So instead of lashing out and screaming, "It's was Palefoot's fault!", Glosspaw took a deep breath and said in the calmest voice she could muster, "I was just…er…curious about ShadowClan. I've heard many nursery tales about its greatness and when we were next to the ShadowClan border…I didn't really think straight." Glosspaw cringed inside at her horrible explanation. "And, uh, I'm only six moons old and it was my first time out of camp, so, er, if you were to punish me…um, could you not, like, torture me?" Glosspaw squeaked out. Her emotions comprised of fear, anger, and more fear.

Jaystar looked at her weirdly, his whiskers twitching. Glosspaw had a feeling he was trying not to laugh.

"Well, I suppose we could make an exception this time," he grunted. "Mottledpelt, escort her back to the border." Mottledpelt flicked his tail for Glosspaw to follow as he walked out of camp.

"Thank you so much," she said quickly, remembering her manners. She ran after Mottledpelt before Jaystar could think of a gruesome punishment.

"Now, remember, don't even think about crossing the border again," Mottledpelt hissed at her. Glosspaw nodded, thankful to be in RiverClan territory safe and sound. It was about midday. With luck, she could make it back to camp before sunset so she could explain to Rosestar what happened. Mottledpelt turned around and headed back into ShadowClan.

Glosspaw couldn't believe she was thinking this, but ShadowClan wasn't too different than RiverClan. Other than a lot of pine trees covering up the sun and the horrid smell, the camp was set up the same way, and warriors interacted with each other the same way.

Glosspaw made her way back to camp, trying to remember the route Palefoot took when showing her the ShadowClan border.

Okay, there's the tall willow…um, was there a bush? Oh yeah, there's that little stump, Glosspaw though, navigating the territory. Soon, she scented a stronger RiverClan scent, but knew she was much too far from camp to smell it. As she sniffed the air again, she realized that she was scenting a patrol. Maybe one to look for me? she thought hopefully.

She then saw Birchsong, Tallfoot, Palefoot, and Mintstem sniffing the air as well.

"Her scent is stronger now," Tallfoot said to Birchsong.

Birchsong tasted the air. "You're right! Maybe she's close by!"

"Impossible. I saw ShadowClan take her!" Palefoot exclaimed. Glosspaw refrained from hissing and hid in a bush to hide from the patrol and watch them. She wanted to see how hard they would try to find her.

"Well, maybe ShadowClan let her go with a warning," Mintstem suggested.

"Fat chance. I told her not to cross the border, and now look what we're doing! Looking for an irresponsible apprentice!" Palefoot ranted. Glosspaw unsheathed her claws, digging into the soft soil beneath her.

"Well, I guess we just have to wait till tomorrow," Tallfoot said. "I don't want to waste any more time." The others nodded in agreement, even Birchsong.

I bet if the other apprentices had gotten snatched by ShadowClan, they would have stomped into the camp to ask for them! Glosspaw thought furiously. Not being able to take it anymore, she stepped out of the bush just as the patrol was about to turn around.

"Uh, was anyone looking for me?" she asked innocently.

Birchsong turned around. "Glosspaw!" he said, sounding extremely relieved.

"What happened? Why did you cross the ShadowClan border?" Palefoot demanded.

"Oh, I thought I felt a slight shove behind me, and I stumbled across their border," Glosspaw replied calmly. "But then again, maybe I was too busy spacing off and thinking about that cute ShadowClan tom on that patrol and forgot where my feet went," she added, glaring at Palefoot.

Palefoot bared her teeth at Glosspaw, but it was Mintstem who replied.

"Well, thank StarClan you're alright. I mean, the whole Clan was…uh, worried about you!" she said, not sounding very convincing. Glosspaw knew that Mintstem was probably the only one who was worried about her. Mintstem was the nicest cat in RiverClan, and Glosspaw admired her kindness. But she couldn't help cringing at her bad lie.

"It's okay, don't lie to me," Glosspaw said shortly. "Are we going or not?"

Tallfoot looked at Glosspaw strangely but nodded, and the patrol set off to return back to camp.

Nobody swarmed around Glosspaw. Nobody asked what ShadowClan was like. Glosspaw was actually kind of relieved. She didn't want to try to get a piece of fresh-kill while fighting through a crowd of nosy cats.

As soon as the patrol entered the camp, the cats dispersed and went to do their own thing. Birchsong and Palefoot brushed pelts in front of Glosspaw, just to annoy her. She growled but selected a nice, plump carp from the fresh-kill pile. She settled down beneath a tall willow tree to eat in peace. As Birchsong and Palefoot exited the camp to do something, she started ripping huge pieces from the carp and chewing it, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, thinking that the carp was Palefoot.

You stinkin' liar! SMACK.

I hate you! SMACK.

You're part of the reason why my life is such a mess! SMACK.

Tearing our family apart! GAH! SMACK.

Glosspaw looked down on her carp to see it basically…well, destroyed. The meaty flesh was ripped to pieces, and scales were all over the place. The carp's head was a gruesome sight as well.

Well, this is embarrassing, Glosspaw thought. She looked around to see if anyone saw her. Nope. She decided that she might as well finish the carp, even though it looked disgusting. She began to slowly chew the meat, savoring the rich, fatty taste. Once she finished, she buried the bones and stretched.

I wonder what my littermates are up to? she wondered. Her question was quickly answered as the reeds that covered the entrance to the camp ruffled. Stormpaw was carrying three fish, while Applefur was strutting behind him proudly.

I bet he's going to be the star of the Clan now, Glosspaw thought sourly. Stormpaw dropped his impressive catch on the fresh-kill pile while cats surrounded him like he just defeated a load of cats single-handedly.

"Wow! Did you catch all of that?"

"And your first time out of the camp, too!"

"Like father, like son. Birchsong was just as good as you when he was an apprentice!"

Pssh. If Stormpaw's anything like Birchsong, he's gonna get in a lot of trouble with she-cats! Glosspaw thought, twitching her whiskers amusedly. I wonder where Ashpaw is? Maybe she's at the Moonpool.

"Hey, Glosspaw! How are y—OH MY STARCLAN! YOU HAVE A SCRATCH ON YOUR FLANK! Come here, I'll make you feel better. I learned so much today. I can't wait until tonight when I get to go to the Moonpool. Anyway, come here. I'll apply a poultice and you'll feel as good as new," Ashpaw said from behind Glosspaw.

"GAH! Ashpaw, don't sneak up on me like that!" Glosspaw exclaimed.

Ashpaw looked sheepish but maintained the motherly attitude. "Come here and tell me all about your first day as an apprentice," Ashpaw said. Glosspaw trudged into the medicine cat den.

"Finchtail?" Ashpaw asked. Finchtail opened one violet eye amusedly.

"Yes, Ashpaw?" she asked.

"Uh, what's good for scratches, again? Is it marigold or borage?" Ashpaw asked.

"Marigold. Whose injuries are you treating?" Finchtail asked.

"Glosspaw. The poor thing has a scratch on her flank! And on her first day out, too!" Ashpaw exclaimed. Finchtail seemed more interested.

"What happened?" she asked. "Oh, my, your scratch is very long."

"Well, uh, I accidently crossed the ShadowClan border, and they brought me into their camp but Jaystar let me go and now I'm here and I hate my mentor because all she does is LIE!" Glosspaw said in one breath.

Finchtail frowned. "Now, now, don't go around and saying bad things about Palefoot. She's a very respectable young cat."

Glosspaw and Ashpaw snorted at the same time. "If respectable means stealing another cat's mate, then yes, she's very respectable," Glosspaw said.

"I won't ask why you think that," Finchtail said, "but you probably should at least pretend you like her."

"Who scratched you?" Ashpaw asked, changing the subject.

"Oh, some ShadowClan apprentice," Glosspaw replied. "No biggie." She winced as Finchtail squeezed marigold juice into her wound.

"Okay, uh, I guess you'll be okay, but let us know if you're feeling like there's an infection," Ashpaw said. Right?" she asked, looking at Finchtail for approval. Finchtail purred and nodded.

"Where's Ravenpelt anyway?" Glosspaw asked curiously.

"Oh, well, since he's kind of old now and he says he can't handle any of the stress. So to be useful, he's currently out in the forest 'collecting herbs'," Ashpaw said.

"Great!" Glosspaw said. "Well, I'll be going. Are you excited to go to the Moonpool?"

"Yes, I am!" Ashpaw squealed excitedly. Glosspaw couldn't help feeling sorry for her sister, who could've been a real warrior apprentice. But then again, Ashpaw seemed pretty happy as Finchtail's apprentice anyway. At least happier than Glosspaw. She slowly exited the medicine cat den and saw it was almost nightfall. She padded into the apprentice den and saw a nest in the far back that didn't carry any cats' scents. She collapsed into the nest and fell asleep right away.

Aww, don't you just love Ashpaw? I sure do! Anyway, what do you think about Stonepaw? Let me know in a *cough cough* review! COUGH COUGH COUGH.

I forgot to mention this, but I wrote a one-shot about Palefoot and Birchsong's affair. So if you would please check it out and let me know what you think, that would be great.

OMIGOD CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT AN APPRENTICE'S QUEST IS OUT I CAN'T BELIEVE IT EITHER I READ IT AND I LOOOOOOOVE IT!

Trivia: Who was Frostfur's mate?

QOTC: I need kits for some future queens! (that was more of a REQUEST of the chapter, but oh well).

Hugs,

Gloss