WARNING: If you haven't read/finished Teardrops, do not continue.

In the midst of a battle, a she cat lay dying as she gave life to a small kit. A grey tom stood protectively over her, his claws bloodstained from her killer who lay dead a distance away.

As the kit took its first breath, the cat who made him took her last.

The son of gold was born.

...

Falconkit was a small, simple kit.

There was nothing simple about him, though, not on the inside.

He had brown fur with a golden undercoat, and bright yellow eyes.

He didn't look like his father Floodpelt, and from what he heard from the Clanmates whispers, he didn't look like his mother, either.

Some said he got his looks from his mother's sister.

He had been born right as mother died, and in the middle of the famed war of WindClan and ThunderClan. He had only his denmates, Cricketkit, Waterkit, and Batkit, who he had suckled beside, and his foster mother, Silverclaw.

He was just plain old Falconkit, with his plain old fur and his plain old eyes.

...

"Catch me if you can, Falconkit!" Batkit yowled, scampering away. Falconkit was sure to catch up. He didn't have a sturdy and short RiverClan frame, rather, he was long legged and swift, like the bird he'd been named after.

He crossed the length in a few swift strides.

"Hey, Falconkit," Batkit said, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Wanna explore?"

"We've already explored camp." Falconkit mewed, confused.

"Outside of camp!"
Falconkit had his doubts, but he nodded, "I guess..."

"Wow!" Batkit breathed. The river was flowing swiftly across the pebbles. Batkit stuck a paw in the fast water, and giggled as it bubbled and swirled around his paw.

Falconkit winced. "Batkit, I really don't think that's a good id-"
With a startled yelp, Batkit tumbled into the swift, deep water.

...

"Batkit!" Falconkit cried.

No cat was around to help. Batkit bobbed up, being carried away. "Help me!" he yowled, spluttering as his nose was filled with water. He went under.
Falconkit panicked.
He started to sprint downstream, after his denmate. He skidded to a stop when he saw shimmering yellow outline grasp Batkit and bring him safely to shore. Falconkit scrabbled back. "What are you?" he squeaked, terrified. The shape set Batkit down, and started to fade. But her eyes remained imprinted like blue fire in Falconkit's eyes.
"I am your mother."

...
Batkit coughed out water. He sat up, his chest heaving. "Wow!" he breathed. "You pulled me out!"

Falconkit didn't think it was a good idea to tell the somewhat naïve kit the real rescuer, so he nodded. "Um... yeah!" He lied.

Suddenly, a yowl ripped the still air. "Where are Falconkit and Batkit?!"
...

Batkit and Falconkit looked at each other. "Uh oh!"

A cat burst into the clearing and looked at the dripping Batkit and the panting Falconkit.
It was Falconkit's father.
"Explain yourselves." Floodpelt said sternly.

Falconkit said, "Well, we came out to explore-"

"And I accidently fell into the river-"

"And he was going downstream really fast-"

"And Falconkit rescued me!"

Floodpelt looked back and forth, unsure of if he believed them. "Batkit, I want you to walk straight back to camp." Floodpelt ordered. Batkit looked back, and pelted away. Floodpelt looked at Falconkit. "Did you really rescue him?" Floodpelt asked gently.

"Well... no. I was chasing after him, when this thing picked him up and brought him to shore. Batkit thought I rescued him."

"What did this thing look like?"
In the sheer terror of the moment, Falconkit had been exhausted. He'd never walked so far and he was young. So, he had forgotten what the shape had told him.
He squinted, trying to remember. "Well, it had blue eyes. It was yellow. And it had white paws. It said something but I don't remember what."
Floodpelt was staring at his son, longing and a bittersweet love reflected in his eyes.
"I think I know what it was." He said quietly.

"You do? Really? What was it?"

Floodpelt shook his head.
"That will come in time for you to discover, son." He paused. "If she wants you to know her, she will come again."

"Wow!" Waterkit and Cricketkit were staring at him, awestruck. "You saved Batkit!"
Falconkit tried to look humble.
The others soon lost interest. Cricketkit ran off to the medicine den to pester Streamsong and visit his brother. Waterkit trotted off, her tail in the air, to explore camp.

Falconkit was very curious. He wanted to know more about Goldleaf. All he knew was that she had died when he was born.

Since his father was keeping it from him, he went to th next best cat, Treetail.
She was grooming herself in the warriors den. When Falconkit trotted in, she purred. "Ever eager to become a warrior, are we?"
Falconkit wasn't sidetracked.
"I want to know about my mother." He said stubbornly.

Her green eyes flashed in surprise, and sadness. "My sister died the moment she birthed you," she said, "And her last words were your name. She had a long standing rivalry, from apprentice age with a cat called Nightfire- you wouldn't happen to know about Nightfire, would you?"

Falconkit quickly shook his head, wanting her to continue.
"Nightfire and your father were on track to become mates, when one day, they did. Your mother was so upset she ran away. In that time, Nightfire was a good cat, and she sought out Goldleaf and brought her back. Then, she betrayed RiverClan and ran away to ThunderClan, and the war started. Your mother and father became mates shortly after the betrayal.

"At first, Goldleaf was fine in the battle, and then she felt you kicking her. In the end, Nightfire killed her, and she kitted you as she died. Floodpelt killed Nightfire."

Falconkit was stunned. So this Nightfire had taken his mother away from him. He felt a small, fiery feeling in his chest. It was almost like the time Waterkit had refused to let him play in a game, except much, much stronger.

He shook himself. Nothing could be done now. Treetail was watching him curiously.
He nodded to her and scurried from the den. It looked like a storm was rolling in, and a raindrop plopped on his head, soaking the fur.

He ran into the nursery and clambered into his nest with Silverclaw. Cricketkit was fast asleep, and Waterkit was murmuring as she drifted off. Batkit was in the medicine den with a cold from falling into the river.

Falconkit tucked his tail under his nose and fell asleep to the sound of pattering rain.

My my, got this up quickly! Rest assured this will be triple the length of Teardrops, and hopefully triple the reviews!