I'm back after a long hiatus and two apology notes! Yay! And it's all because of you reviewers who gave me motivation to keep writing. So thank you everyone! I think this chapter should at least explain one of your biggest questions. So hopefully you like it, and if you don't, please tell me what I can improve in a review. Also, if you haven't faved/followed yet, please do. It motivates me to keep writing. Now without further ado, let's get into it!

Rosestar led Glosspaw, Ashpaw, and Stormpaw out of the camp. Glosspaw couldn't help but notice the stares she got from her fellow Clanmates as she walked by them. They were looking at her like she had five legs and decided to chop one off. Basically, like she was total trash. Of course, her littermates were suffering from the same thing, but she was the most disliked in the Clan, so obviously she got the most glares.

Rosestar kept walking until she reached the ThunderClan border. Glosspaw was struggling to keep up, and she could see Ashpaw limping more than usual. But she wasn't going to say anything to Rosestar, she was too afraid of her leader's wrath. Once Rosestar stopped at the ThunderClan border, she beckoned the apprentices into a hidden hole they hadn't noticed before by an old oak tree.

"Quick, come in here," she hissed, and slithered into the hole.

"Well, we don't really have a choice," Glosspaw muttered, and followed Stormpaw and Ashpaw into the hole.

It was actually a tunnel. "Uh, if you don't mind us asking, what are we doing here?" Glosspaw finally asked after a few seconds of awkward tension.

"We're here because I need to tell you a story," Rosestar said in a kind of eerie way, like she was demonically possessed.

Oh joy, Glosspaw thought. She's probably going to kill us or something. Just in case she was, Glosspaw prepared herself to escape by edging herself closer to the entrance of the tunnel.

"So go on, then," Stormpaw demanded. "Tell us, if it's so important." Glosspaw almost moaned. The last thing she needed was for Rosestar to get angry at them because of Stormpaw's flippant comment. Ashpaw was still and quiet, thank StarClan. At least she had common sense.

"It's complicated. You must promise me you will not interrupt or freak out and tell everyone. Do I have your word?" Rosestar asked intensely, looking at each of them in the eye. At this point, Glosspaw was too afraid to disagree, so she nodded timidly. So did Ashpaw and Stormpaw.

"I was a young she-cat before, full of dreams," Rosestar began. I always wanted to be leader of RiverClan, and I did everything I could to become deputy. At this time, your father was also about my age. He also had big ambitions. We always competed against each other for the most favored spot in the Clan.

"During a Gathering, I met a ShadowClan tom, Rowanheart. We immediately fell in love. I knew if anyone found out about him my chances to become deputy would be ruined. But I didn't care, I loved him so much." Rosestar started to choke up here. Glosspaw nearly considered making a run for it, but decided to listen to Rosestar. It was an interesting story, after all.

"I—I was so in love with him it came to a point where I was expecting his kits. This wasn't good, because the deputy of RiverClan at that time, Tawnyfoot, was sick. Troutstar was considering me and Birchsong for the deputy position. But I knew that if he found out I was expecting kits, he would elect Birchsong as deputy, and I couldn't stand that idea. Birchsong to me was an arrogant, self-centered idiot, and I knew he couldn't lead the Clan well. I had to become deputy. So I met up with Rowanheart, and he agreed to take our kits to live in ShadowClan instead. I decided to run away from the Clan for a short period of time to give birth to my kits. It was leaf-bare at the time, and I knew a good excuse I could make to stay out of camp for a long time. So I gave birth to three beautiful kits and gave them to Rowanheart. Then I returned back to RiverClan, saying that I was caught in a storm and decided to seek shelter and wait until the worst of it was over. Everyone believed me. No one knew I had kits.

"But Birchsong knew. He was watching us, he threatened to tell the entire Clan about my affair if I didn't do what he wanted. But he didn't know that I too saw him with multiple other she-cats from different Clans. I told him that I knew his secrets, and that if he told anyone, I would tell too. But I didn't really mean it, because even if I told everyone Birchsong's secret everyone would know about my affair with Rowanheart." Rosestar stopped and swallowed with difficulty. She was looking at the ground like she was ashamed of herself. Honestly, Glosspaw had no idea why she decided to tell them this story, but she almost felt sorry for her. Almost.

"I didn't want to destroy my chances of becoming deputy, and Birchsong knew it as well. So he told me to…to…" here Rosestar sobbed. "He told me to mate with him, and if I did my secret would be safe. I was so stupid, so I agreed. I didn't realize that after that, he would have enough material to blackmail me with. Troutstar elected me as deputy and died soon after. Birchsong told me that if I didn't elect him as deputy, he would tell everyone everything. I didn't want to risk it. I had just received my nine lives and didn't want to get exiled. So I elected him as deputy. That is the only reason why he is deputy and not Applefur." Rosestar finished her story, and sighed.

"I'm really sorry," Ashpaw said sympathetically. "You must've been so angry."

"I was," Rosestar agreed. "I was. And when you were born, I guess I must've felt a grudge against you, being Birchsong's kits. And I apologize, especially to you, Glosspaw. I know I haven't been the best leader to you, but I hope you realize it's nothing against you."

Glosspaw didn't know what to say. Rosestar basically just poured her heart out to her worst enemy's kits willingly. She was so trusting towards them. Glosspaw kind of felt moved. And she felt very sorry for Rosestar.

"Is—is Rowanheart still alive?" Glosspaw couldn't believe she was asking this.

Rosestar glared at her. "No," she said, her voice stone cold. "He died in an ambush along the border of RiverClan. Birchsong was in charge of it." Well, that explained why ShadowClan was so jumpy when Glosspaw was pushed across the border. "My kits are still alive, though. Before he died, we met one more time. He named our kits Stonekit, Dawnkit, and Bluekit. But then a bout of greencough entered ShadowClan camp and only Stonekit survived." Stonekit…Stonepaw…OH MY STARCLAN Stonepaw is Rosestar's kit?

"Hey, I met Stonepaw!" Glosspaw exclaimed. "He was part of the patrol that kidnapped me into ShadowClan!" And he was really cute, too. Wait, why am I thinking this?!

"Was he healthy?" Rosestar asked anxiously.

"Yes, he was really strong, he even scratched my flank, remember, Ashpaw?"

"Oh, yeah!" Ashpaw exclaimed.

"But what if you ever have to fight against ShadowClan and Stonepaw has to attack you? Would you let him?" Stormpaw asked curiously.

Rosestar inhaled deeply. "Yes, yes I would."

After returning back to camp, Glosspaw, Ashpaw, and Stormpaw regrouped in the apprentice's den. It was empty. The other apprentices were playing outside, so they could talk in private.

"No wonder why Birchsong is deputy! That stinkin' liar! I can't believe he's our father!" Ashpaw fumed.

Stormpaw opened his mouth, probably to agree, when suddenly Goldmist burst through the camp entrance, panting. Her fur was missing in some places, and her eyes were wild and scared.

"Help…WindClan…attack…" she wheezed. Then she fell to the ground.

Ooh, cliffhanger! Please review/fave/follow. I'd be super happy if you would! And I'll probably get the next chapter up this coming weekend, maybe. Hope you enjoyed this chapter! See you soon!

~"I'm back from Hiatus" Gloss