Jaypaw squinted, the forest was beginning to grow foggy, but that wouldn't stop him from trying to figure out what he had scented. "Hello?" He called, squinting his eyes even more as he tried to find any sign, of what he thought he'd smelt in camp.

A bush rustled. "Jaypaw! What are you doing out of camp so late at night?"

It was Iceleap. "I'm... Just going on a stroll. Why are you out here?" Jaypaw asked, while answering his former mentor's question.

"I... I uh... I was going on a stroll as well!" Iceleap stuttered, flustered.

Jaypaw narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Okay..." He said. "I believe you, but, I might have to report this to Honeyfern, because I've caught your scent quite a lot at nighttime."

"Wait. But aren't you out here as well?" Iceleap snapped.

"Yes. But Kinkfur knows I'm out here. And this is a onetime thing. Does he know you are, too?"

"Of course! Quit being a mouse brain and get back to camp, you need some sleep before the gathering." Iceleap spun off into the forest, Jaypaw glowering suspiciously after him. Why was everybody concerned that he'll be tired at the gathering? It was really getting on Jaypaw's nerve. He sighed, and began heading back to camp, the WindClan scent he'd smelt on Iceleap's fur still heavy on his mind.

Sorry this chapter isn't that long, and is actually quite lame. Right now I'm camping at Assateaque and it's quite hard to see what I am writing due to the bright sun. Anyways, thank you so much for reading, and I hope you have a great summer!