Okay. Chapter five, everybody! Woo-hoo!

Disclaimer: I don't own warriors. Pity.

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Flightpelt stopped Thornpaw before they left. The medicine cat apprentice's eyes were clouded in thought. Icepaw and Foxpaw seemed close, but Fallpaw was close to them all. Thornpaw was an outsider. She was the only medicine cat apprentice. Flightpelt's tail brushed across THornpaw's nose, driving her back to reality. She looked at her mentor back.

"The medicine cats are meeting tonight," Flightpelt meowed. "I'd like you to meet them."

Thornpaw nodded. Her mentor turned her head, looking for the other medicine cats.

"They should be here by now," Flightpelt murmured. "Where are they?"

----Fallpaw POV----

I watched the Clans trek towards their own Clans. Icepaw had bid farewell to Foxpaw, Thornpaw and myself and RiverClan had left already. Thornpaw had been approached by her mentor and sat, gazing into empty space, pondering. ShadowClan left and then, WindClan and myself. Moortail, my mentor, was padding next to my Clan's deputy. I was at the back of the line, looking back. Flightpelt seemed a bit flustered and I turned back. My mother, Frostglacier, turned back and I caught sight of her eyes. They looked a bit puzzled, but she kept her soft gaze. She let the few cats in front of me pass her, and came to speak to me.

"Fallpaw," she meowed, concern in her voice, "Are you okay? You seem worried lately. I don't know what to make of it."

“Nothing’s wrong, Frostglacier. Really.” I tried to smile.

“Fallpaw. Really. I’m your mother. Tell me.”

“I know you are my mother,” I meowed grimly. “It’s just…”

“Was it the Gathering? Or the cats you sat with..?”

“No, Frostglacier. I’m fine. Really.”

--Back to Thornpaw-

Her fur danced in the breeze as she watched WindClan leave. They left. Only five cats remained in the clearing; the medicine cats. Clawtail, WindClan’s medicine cat, was a burly white tom with amber eyes. He seemed to always have a smile on his face. RiverClan’s medicine cat, Curepool, was a wiry brown tom. He had a pair of dazzling green eyes that seemed to always shine bright. ShadowClan’s medicine cat, on the other hand, Hardclaw, was a mean-looking she-cat. Her gray eyes shone with malice as she surveyed Thornpaw. Flightpelt rose to her paws, nodding at each with a grin plastered on her face. Clawtail and Curepool smiled back; Hardclaw leapt to her paws with a joyful expression on her face. Thornpaw blinked, taken aback. She had expected Hardclaw’s personality to be as hard as her stare.

“Clawtail, Curepool, Hardclaw,” Flightpelt began, “This is my apprentice. Thornpaw. She is Loyalstar’s granddaughter."

"Thornpaw, hello!" Hardclaw meowed, gaily. "Flightpelt has told me - us - so much about you."

"I'm glad I can say the same," Thornpaw meowed, dipping her head.

"Flightpelt is the second of us to get an apprentice," Clawtail meowed.

"Second? None of you have an apprentice," Thornpaw meowed. Hardclaw went silent.

"I am the oldest medicine cat," she meowed quietly. "I have had one before her. Silentstare. She was Silentpaw at the time. When that RiverClan battle surged, my apprentice was killed by Thicketstar. We sent her to StarClan with her warrior name." Thornpaw gasped.

"Thicketstar?"

"Yes. Only the medicine cats know, for I have seen him with my own eyes. Everyone else believed it was me. Thicketstar blamed me. RiverClan - they, they know the truth."

Just then, Thornpaw felt something boring into her back. She turned quickly, just in time to see a pair of eyes surveying them. Then, the eyes dissapeared.

"I have been sent a prophecy," Curepool announced. "There were eyes staring at me, burning me. Yellow eyes, hazel, amber, fire-like colors. There was a shriek of laughter. It continued - five voices. They burned me more than their gazes. My paws felt wet at one point -"

"Because blood was soaking them," Hardclaw meowedd. "I had the same dream. Silentstare warned me of the 'betrayal of five.' Did you, Clawtail, Flightpelt, did you get it?"

"I did." Flightpelt turned to Thornpaw. She closed her eyes. "I didn't. Did you, Clawtail?" she fibbed.

"Oh - er - yes, yes," he meowed bleakly.

Somehow Thornpaw knew he was lying.

Liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liaaarrrrr... It echoed in her mind.

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Done chapter five. Sorry if it's too short, and sorry I haven't updated in a while!