It had been three sunrises since the patrol left to WindClan. And they hadn't returned yet.

Glosspaw sensed worry buzzing around the camp; it was almost contagious. She herself was worried, too, but there were bigger priorities at the moment.

She had a huge, extraordinary, awesome, and fail-safe plan to convince Palefoot that Birchsong was a player. The only problem was that the plan was not, in fact, fail safe. It was quite the opposite.

"Uh, so how are we going to get Palefoot out of the camp when we ourselves can't leave it?" Stormpaw asked slowly when they were discussing their plan.

"We fly her there," Ashpaw replied sarcastically, totally out of character for her. Being cooped in camp all day was shortening her temper, so she was snappier than usual.

"No, we tell Raingaze to tell her to leave camp so we can prepare the sign," Glosspaw said.

"Wait, Raingaze knows?" Stormpaw hissed.

"Well, I had to tell a warrior, and Raingaze disapproves of his sister's relationship with Birchsong anyway," Glosspaw said uncomfortably under Stormpaw's glares.

"I guess it's better than no plan," he finally agreed.

"Then it's settled," Glosspaw said. "Palefoot will know the truth in no time!"

The plan was in action. Glosspaw signaled to Raingaze, who walked over to where Palefoot was shaded under a willow tree and eating a juicy trout. He said something to her and she narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

"Quick! We need to set up the sign!" Glosspaw hissed. She and her littermates scampered out of the camp through the dirtplace tunnel and into the cool, refreshing woods of RiverClan. They headed to the lake, which seemed like a reasonable place for a sign from StarClan to occur.

Glosspaw had planned to fake a sign from StarClan to tell Palefoot that Birchsong was no good for her and that she had made a terrible mistake. Glosspaw would kill four fish—one for each Clan, and Stormpaw would eerily whisper the message. Then, they would uproot a tree and it was crush all the fish. Hopefully Palefoot saw this as a sign that being with Birchsong would lead to the destruction of the Clan.

It was working so well. Glosspaw, Ashpaw, and Stormpaw had disguised their scent in a fresh patch of catmint and were hiding in a thick clump of brambles. Palefoot had suspiciously wandered to the lake, Raingaze chatting amiably with her. Then, she gasped when she saw the dead fish.

"Four…what could this mean?" she whispered in fear to Raingaze.

"What? I don't know," Raingaze said innocently.

"This is a sign," she meowed quietly. "Finchtail told me I would have four kits…"

"Palefoot…" Stormpaw's voice came eerily behind the brambles. "Palefoot…beware the father, for he is the father of many…"

"StarClan?" Palefoot shrieked. "What are you saying?" Raingaze pretended to try to calm her, but she was screeching her head off.

Glosspaw gently reached a paw out and tapped the tree that she had already weakened. It came tumbling over and landed on the fish with a sickening CRACK, just a few mousetails away from Palefoot and Raingaze.

This is working so well! Glosspaw thought gleefully. She thought too soon. A patrol came bursting through the brambles…and landed right on top of Glosspaw and her littermates.

"GAAKK!" they all screeched, swallowing some pointy brambles. Once they untangled themselves, Glosspaw saw who had caught her.

It was Birchsong and Leopardpelt. Glosspaw groaned internally. Not another she-cat!

"GLOSSPAW!" all the warriors shrieked, even Raingaze, who looked sorely disappointed that the plan failed.

"GLOSSPAW..wha…WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Birchsong roared.

Yikes… Glosspaw thought.

"Not only were your actions irresponsible and despicable, but you left camp when apprentices were SPECIFICALLY TOLD NOT TO LEAVE! As well as scaring a nursing queen half to death, you endangered her life! What if the tree fell on her? What if the kits in her belly were lost because of your irresponsible actions?" Rosestar roared at the three apprentices in her den. Palefoot, looking shaken but feeling smug (Glosspaw knew because her eyes glinted with the "I won you lost boohoo" look), Birchsong, Leopardpelt (looking confused), and Raingaze were in the den, watching as Rosestar yelled at Glosspaw and her littermates. Raingaze looked at her sympathetically.

"Well, wouldn't have been such a big loss, then, huh?" Glosspaw muttered under her breath.

"WHAT? HOW CAN YOU SAY A QUEEN'S LIFE AND HER KITS ARE NOT IMPORTANT?" Birchsong demanded. "You disappoint me! You know, with this behavior, sometimes I WISH YOU WEREN'T MY DAUGHTER!"

"WELL, OKAY! I WISH YOU WEREN'T MY FATHER!" Glosspaw yelled back.

"SILENCE!" Rosestar screeched. Honestly, with all the screaming, it was a wonder the Clan didn't come bursting through the entrance of Rosestar's den.

"Birchsong, Raingaze, get Palefoot back to the nursery. I need to chat with these apprentices…alone." Rosestar said, suddenly looking tired and weary.

Birchsong and Raingaze ushered Palefoot out of the den. Glosspaw could see Birchsong's pelt just touching Palefoot's and nearly puked.

"Now, tell me the whole story. From the very beginning," Rosestar said. Glosspaw knew exactly what she was talking about but decided to annoy Rosestar.

"What story? I could tell you a lot of stories, but most of them aren't true," she replied, making her voice innocent and wondering. Ashpaw and Stormpaw snickered but quieted as soon as Rosestar glared at all of them.

"Now," she said in a deadly tone that warned Glosspaw of near death or something worse if she didn't obey.

So Glosspaw told the story, Ashpaw and Stormpaw filling in for every detail she missed. She felt no fear in telling of Rosestar's deputy's philandering. In fact, she was quite relieved to get the weight off her shoulders.

Once they were finished, Rosestar stared into space for a little bit. Then, she said, "Come. I want to show you something."

OK, OK, I know I said that this chapter would tell the fate of the patrol and all, but I then I got this splitting stomach ache and this was all I could write. But oh well, at least it's some entertainment, right? (awkward silence) Yeah I'll just go...

QOTC: What do you do to calm yourself down? I listen to rain noises and watch Dance Moms.

~Gloss