so the stories ill put in here are pretty much ones I want to post but are too short to be oneshots. This first one is maybe four moons after Firestar's Quest.

Brambleclaw padded out of the den, rolling his shoulders until they popped satisfyingly.

"Brambleclaw!" His ears pricked and he padded over to Cinderpelt, the cat who'd called him.

"Yes Cinderpelt?"

He asked respectively, dipping his head. She twitched an irritated ear in greeting at him, and he noticed the mountain of moss on top of her back, and how she was struggling to carry it with her wounded leg.

"Could you bring some of this to Sandstorm and her kits? I've gotta bring the rest to the elders.."

A slight irritation flickered through Brambleclaw, 'I'm a Warrior! I shouldn't be doing apprentice duties!'

But that disappeared as he looked over the medicine cat again. "Uh, of course."

He dipped his head again and brushed against her, so that half of the moss fell onto his own back.

He started padding to the Nursery, flicking his tail in farewell to Cinderpelt. As he reached the den, his nose wrinkled at the kit-scent in it. 'Well, here goes..'

He squeezed through the entrance and was immediately attacked by a ginger fireball.

Fluff tickled his nose and he sneezed, stepping backwards.

"Squirrelkit! Leave Brambleclaw alone!"

Sandstorm called for the ginger fluffball, and Brambleclaw frantically tried not to look flustered already.

Brightheart and Whitekit weren't anywhere to be seen, so Brambleclaw assumed that they were outside in the clearing.

Squirrelkit, the one who'd attacked him, climbed on top of Sandstorm's back, looking at him with green eyes that blazed with curiosity and mischief.

"Why Brambleclaw don't you want kits of your own?"

Sandstorm teased the young Warrior gently. Leafkit was sleeping at Sandstorm's belly, and Brambleclaw already preferred the brown tabby she-kit.

"Um... N-no, Sandstorm... Not really.."

He answered the queen awkwardly, dropping his moss to speak.

Sandstorm gave him a piercing look, before dropping her gaze to the moss. "I can handle that, you can go, young Warrior."

As usual, Brambleclaw couldn't tell if she was teasing him or not, but he dipped his head and turned around to leave.

Right before he stepped out of the nursery, pain shot through his tail, and he whipped his neck around to see Squirrelkit digging her tiny thorn-sharp teeth into his tail.

"Hey!"

He spluttered, pulling his tail away from her tiny jaws. Stumbling over his paws, he left the den. But as he left he could feel Squirrelkit's green gaze on his back.