A/N: Herro guys! This is Kay and I'm back with a NEW story! DUN DUN DUNNNNN! I take no credit for the idea; that goes to a friend. (Kira/Light) And I only just realized I should be putting disclaimers for my stories, soooooooo… yeah. Enjoy the story and all that! Please give constructive criticism and review, favorite and follow! It means a LOT to me! ^^

Part One

Chapter One: New Generations

It was dawn in the forest where the four Clans resided. Four moons and a half had passed since the Great Battle in which the great leader Firestar had died, and the Clans were now like tender, new leaves, rebuilding their way to glory again. Two moons had passed since two kits had died in the middle of leafbare. One moon, since the dead kits' siblings had opened their eyes.

In a camp that lay near the infamous Twolegplace, two kits were nestled against their mother, their chests rising and falling almost perfectly. It was the most peaceful time of the day, though it would not be for very long.

Bluekit sat up yawning as she waited for her brother to wake up. The two were as different as could be, Bluekit being calm and rule-abiding, her brother being daring and well, not unkind, but rather blunt.

They were the siblings of Petalkit and Tansykit, who had died two moons ago. They were the only kits, all in all, that had survived the cold leafbare. Their parents were proud of them for that. They themselves were proud of their parents for staying strong after half their kits had died.

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Highledge!" Bramblestar yowled once the sun had fully risen. Bluekit perked her ears up, looking at her mother. "What's going on?" She asked curiously, for though the two kits were indeed smart for the age of two moons, they didn't know everything.

"It's Amberpaw, Snowpaw, Seedpaw, Dewpaw and Lilypaw's ceremonies." Cinderheart nuzzled the gray kit, licking the fur on top of her head.

"Oh! Can we watch? Please?" Lionkit begged, his eyes wide. His mother smiled at his enthusiasm. "Of course." She meowed warmly, ushering the kits outside.

The ceremony had just started and Bramblestar was standing on the Highledge. "Amberpaw, Snowpaw, Seedpaw, Lilypaw and Dewpaw are ready to become warriors." He meowed. "My, what a bunch you are!" He joked lightly as the five proud apprentices filed up onto the ledge.

"I, Bramblestar, leader of ThunderClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on these apprentices. They have trained hard to learn the ways of your code and I commend them to you as warriors in their turn.

"Amberpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend the Clan, even at the cost of your life?" Bluekit was awed simply by the nobility that the tabby leader seemed to possess, and the cats that were now becoming warriors.

"I do." Amberpaw replied.

"Then by the powers of StarClan, I now name you Amberfrost. StarClan honors your cleverness and quick-thinking, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan." Amberfrost seemed to relax now that she was finally a warrior. Bluekit kept on watching, her green-blue eyes wide.

"Snowpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?" Snowpaw bowed his head. "I do." He mewed loud and clear. "Then by the powers of StarClan, I now name you Snowbreeze. StarClan honors your generosity and selflessness, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan."

The rest of the ceremonies were performed in a steady manner, and at the end Bluekit and Lionkit cheered along with the other cats, "Amberfrost! Snowbreeze! Seedwhisker! Lilypetal! Dewshade!"

Bluekit could not suppress the exciting thought that someday, it would be her up there, with all the other cats cheering for her. "Now, now kits, let's go back inside." Cinderheart hastily urged the lingering kits back into the nursery as Squirrelflight, her belly full with kits padded heavily through the entrance.

As Bluekit and Lionkit played silently in the corner, Squirrelflight quietly took the time to speak with Cinderheart.

"You know, Bramblestar is slightly scared and worried about... your kits." The queen shifted slightly, nervous about confronting Cinderheart. "Well, why?" Cinderheart almost laughed. Scared! Of two little kits?

"He-he thinks they might turn out like or possess the evil of his and Lionblaze's kin." Squirrelflight's voice was low and tense. Cinderheart felt like she was faced with an imaginary wall, like how she'd felt when she found out she was actually a reincarnation of the medicine cat Cinderpelt.

"Of course they won't. But if it does happen, I- I'll make those things wish they were never born." She replied fiercely. Squirrelflight smiled, and they chatted freely.

Truth be told, she had thought these suspicions would happen. Lionblaze had reassured her, though, but it was kind of scary to think that these kits - her kits - came from this dark, evil bloodline. She too knew it was hard for anyone to let go of their old opinions. This was a new generation, and no one would make her precious kits evil.

Disclaimer: If I owned Warriors, I'd keep Silverstream and Feathertail alive and all that stuff.