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Continuing with the story…

Chapter 3

Streamkit's POV

I didn't trust her.

Not Blossomkit, of course. Creekflower. I haven't trusted her since that horrifying night she threw Blossomkit out and tried to kill her. And, even now, I knew that how much I tried, I could never truly get rid of this distrustfulness that followed me with every step.

That was what I was going to tell Blossomkit, but unfortunately, haven't had the chance to tell her. I'll find a time, I hope, some day.

One day.

But for now, I wasn't ready to tell her yet.

"Hawkpaw has been kidnapped!" The scream sent horror thrilling throughout the camp.

That scream also brought me back to the current world. I watched in horror as Lakepaw fainted right in the middle of camp. My eyes widened in panic at that statement, and my ears flattened. Hawkpaw? Why her?

I glanced over to Blossomkit to see how she was coping with the news. Not very well. Her ears were flattened and fear-scent emitted from her.

Creekflower suddenly grabbed my scruff and started to pull me into the nursery. I hissed at her and flailed, but Creekflower wasn't having it. She trotted in and plopped me on her nest, I mean our nest. Since I didn't trust her, I preferred to edge away from her as far as I can(without leaving the nest, I don't have my own nest, so unless I want to sleep on the ground …).

Which, though I hate it, is about a claw, a claw, away from her.

I glared at Creekflower. "Why did you pull me in?" I hissed, "Hawkpaw is missing. Lakepaw is injured. Don't you care about your clanmates?"

I thought I saw a flash of her passing through her eyes, and I felt a little guilty, but I couldn't forgive someone who tried to kill, kill, my sister.

Could I? Probably not. I wasn't like Blossomkit, who would easily trust someone in a blink of an eye. Creekflower's cold glare flickered back on. "I'm not talking about Hawkpaw right now, I'm talking about you. I saw you near Blossomkit before the ceremony. What were you thinking? Do you think you can disobey me now?"

Fury rushed through me. Did this cat have no heart? "Don't you care about your clanmates?" I growled again, glaring at her back with an equally cold glare of my own. A pat on the back for me.

Another flicker. "'I'm telling you, stay away from Blossomkit. You shouldn't be near her," Creekflower growled, "And don't think I didn't see you yesterday pressing pelts with her." Her growl deepened into a snarl, her gaze hardening.

I bristled. "Why can't I be with Blossomkit? She's my sister. My sister who you tried to kill for no reason," I hissed, "And what will you do to me if I disobey you? Kill me?"

Creekflower let out a deep snarl, and leaped on me, pinning me down with no wiggle room. So, she is going to kill me, I thought. I closed my eyes, preparing for the worst. At least this would be proof to Shimmerstar that Creekflower's a monster.

But she didn't attack me. Instead, Creekflower got off of me and started grooming her. Was she too cowardly to even risk her position in the clan now? I snorted inwardly. She wasn't this cowardly when she tried to kill Blossomkit (Not that I want Creekflower to kill me, though it might get Creekflower exiled…). If I was Shimmerstar, then I would kick Creekflower out of the clan the first chance I got, my mother or not.

Mother or not. Did I really mean that? I mean… Well… Maybe? I cursed myself for being so indecisive about the easiest decision ever.

Sighing, Creekflower drew a paw over her left ear, glancing at me pitifully. I stood up, shook out my pelt, and glared coldly at her. "When did young kits start defying their mothers?" she mewed softly, disappointedly.

Inwardly, I rolled my eyes. Did she truly think that she could trick me with disappointment? "Stop treating me like I'm a young, naive kit," I growled to Creekflower.

"But you are a kit, aren't you?" Creekflower countered simply, continuing to groom herself.

I realized that she was right, I was a kit. I could say nothing to object to that. How I wish I was an apprentice, or maybe even a warrior right now! What should I do now? I was racking my brain for good retorts when a voice interrupted the tension between us.

"Creekflower? I was wondering where you are, in the middle of such an important announcement, and with Streamkit, nonetheless," Whitesong said as she slipped into the nursery. Her voice held a bitter tang. Thank you Whitesong! You saved me! I thought with giddy relief. Whitesong was like me. After a cat she's friends with does some sort of event that betrays her trust, then it's over between them.

By over, I mean officially only a sour, unpleasant relationship between them. Now I only vaguely remember when Whitesong was still Creekflower's best friend, when Whitesong would do anything for her. Figures.

Whitesong gave me a sharp glance, before returning her gaze to Creekflower. "Are you now going to try murder Streamkit, Creekflower? I mean, of course it's not uncommon to drag your kit into a den while the clan is distracted with something else, right Creekflower?" she said in that same calm and bitter tone.

"Err… Uhh… You know what Streamkit, just go out to play," Creekflower brought her muzzle close to my ear, "And stay away from Blossomkit. She's not good news," she half hissed, half whispered.

I rolled my eyes. Right. Like I'd totally listen to that. But I decided that Blossomkit might be too freaked out to talk to me right now, and probably rather spend more time with Stormkit anyway. Stormkit. I smirked at that thought. I guess I'll just talk to Dustpaw for the time being.

Look, I know that Blossomkit hates him, but once you get to know Dustpaw, he's actually a pretty great and cool cat. Dustpaw hurried over to me, eyes wide, when he saw me. "Where were you?" he mewed, "I looked for you during the meeting, and you weren't there! I thought you were kidnapped like Hawkpaw!"

"The only one who kidnapped me was Creekflower," I said amusingly, flicking my tail at him.

Dustpaw snorted. "Of course. Creekflower." I had shared all my suspicions and distrust about Creekflower with Dustpaw, and he knew about the incident(Most likely. If he forgot about this… I have no words for him), so he understood. "To be honest, I wouldn't be surprised if it was her who kidnapped Hawkpaw. She's evil enough."

I huff arrogantly in laughter, "Oh, and by the way, though I think you know this, I was dragged away by Creekflower in the middle of the meeting. What did Shimmerstar say?"

Dustpaw tilted his head as he thought. "Uhh…"

"Come on. Can't you even remember this?" I teased playfully, butting my head into his shoulder. In retort, Dustpaw flicked his tail on my nose, causing me to sneeze.

"Well… Oh, right! Shimmerstar said that this was really urgent —"

"Well, duh," I mumbled quietly under my breath. Dustpaw ignored me and continued talking.

" — and that apprentices, or any cat at all, are not allowed to go out of the camp without at least three warriors with you." He suddenly started pouting. "Since almost all the warriors are out on search patrol —"

"Search patrol?" I interrupted.

"Oh yeah! Shimmerstar sent out four patrols to search for Hawkpaw. A little much, I'd say. That's basically all our warriors!" I nodded in agreement. "So, like I was saying, since almost all the warriors are out on search patrol, Snapfrost and I couldn't find enough cats to come explore the territory with us," Dustpaw sighed dramatically, "and so, as a result, I have to clean the elder's den today." He huffed in exasperation.

"It can't be too bad, can it?" I meowed, "That's something I would be proud doing when I was three moons old."

"That was when you were three moons old," Dustpaw huffed again, "And yes, it is really bad, according to what Thistlewing said." He shuttered.

I rolled my eyes. "You're being too dramatic, Dustpaw. You know that Thistlewing likes to exaggerate, and he was probably an apprentice ages ago, so long that you weren't even born!"

"Of course I wasn't even born then," Dustpaw said, "If I were, then I would be a senior warrior by now! Umm.. Behold! Dust.. uh … flower is in your presence!"

We both laughed so hard that our stomachs hurt and the other warriors around us were starting to stare at us weirdly. Really weirdly.

"Dustflower is the most girly name I've ever heard," I mewed in between laughs, "Is that really the best you can do?

When we finally stopped laughing, Dustpaw frowned. "Snapfrost didn't seem happy to see me, anyway."

"Well, I'm guessing you still haven't apologized to Blossomkit yet," I mewed steadily, the laughter in my voice gone.

Dustpaw shuffled his paws. "I will. Sometime."

I snorted. "I need it to be now."

"Okay, okay!" Dustpaw held up his paws in surrender, "I apologize soon, but I need to clean the elder's den before Snapfrost comes and hisses at me." His ears perked up, "Oh yeah! Heatherpaw is going to clean it with me! I listened to her complain about Emberbird so much. Lucky Ivypaw got off easy, just relax today. Now I want Cloudyflight to be my mentor!" Before I could say anything else, Dustpaw spun around and bounded toward the elder's den.

"Congratulations for becoming an apprentice!" I shouted after him. Dustpaw stopped, flicked his tail at me, and continued on his way to the elder's den. "Huh. You remember," came his faint response.

Of course I remember, you doofus. I shook out my pelt. I guess I'll speak to Blossomkit now, she's had enough time to talk to Stormkit. I scanned the camp, before spotting Blossomkit next to Stormkit, and I swear, with their pelts touching! I grinned. She can't deny this now! I trotted over to her quietly and butted my head into her shoulder. She stumbled a little and glared at me with her mismatched eyes, "What was that for?"

I tilted my head with pretend innocence. "Oh? Whose pelt is touching with Stormkit?" I mocked her. Blossomkit finally noticed that her pelt was touching with Stormkit's and they both leaped away from each other, pelt bushed out. I smirked at them, earning two very indignant hisses.

"Well, what are you doing?" I asked them, smirk still on my face.

Blossomkit smoothed down her pelt before answering me. "We were thinking of visiting Lakepaw," she mewed. There was still some venom dripping in her voice. "Check out if he's okay… And maybe see if we can find out some information about what happened." Stormkit and Blossomkit turned away from me and continued walking. I noticed that they were keeping a deliberate gap between them now.

"Count me in," I said before sliding beside Blossomkit, "But do you really think Rootsong's going to let us in right now? I mean, Lakepaw looked really injured…"

"Don't ask me, ask Stormkit," Blossomkit mewed, "He was the one who convinced me into this."

Hmm. Stormkit convinced Blossomkit. Stormkit intercepted me before I could say something snarky, "I think so," he mewed, "Besides, five cats already went in there! Rootsong wouldn't allow anyone to go in there unless Lakepaw's well enough!"

I shrugged, "If he kicks us out, it's your fault, Stormkit. I'm blaming it on you."

Stormkit swished his tail, "What gives you that right?" He mewed playfully back.

"Enough about that, we're here. If you two want to keep arguing like one moon kits, I'll leave you to be," Blossomkit said, slipping into the medicine cat's den.

I blinked, "We are? How did we get here so fast?"

Stormkit rolled his eyes. "Streamkit, stop playing dumb. Camp isn't really that big." With that, he slipped inside too, "And hurry up, slowpoke!"

"I wasn't playing dumb! And I'm not slow, Stormkit!" I shouted at him. I was about to slip in but Rootsong's growl kept me out.

"BLOSSOMKIT! STORMKIT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE! GET. OUT!" Blossomkit and Stormkit tumbled out of the den, pelts bushed out, fur bristling, and eyes wide. "Oh, I shouldn't have allowed anyone to visit him, he's even worse now!" I heard Rootsong mumble.

Dustpaw padded beside us and looked at us strangely, "Came here for some moss," he mewed. He and Blossomkit exchanged killing looks before he padded inside. "Wait—" I called.

Too late. We heard Rootsong scream at Dustpaw before he rushed at of the den, mouth full of moss, looking freaked out.

Stormkit smoothed down his pelt, "Maybe we should visit some other time," he said shakily, taking an uneven step forward.

I nodded, but before we left, I gave the medicine den one last glance. Is Lakepaw okay?

A/N: Is Lakepaw okay? That's it for now. Next chapter is in Dustpaw's point of view, then we'll circle back to Blossomkit.

See you!

Ravenyfrost.