Hello everyone! I've been getting good reviews lately, thanks! I love the ideas, and keep the flames a comin'!

Anyways, I hope you like this, it's the sequel to my other story, Born Into Another World. R&R!

P.S. I'd go back and read the last chapter of the first story, because I changed it a little, and you'll think I'm crazy if you didn't read the last part.

Scarstorm looked down at her beutiful new kits, the ones whe had just given birth to. Autumnkit, Dawnkit and Owlkit. But... they were forbidden. They were all half-clan kits, part RiverClan and part ThunderClan. And worse, she was a medicine cat! The clan hadn't seemed to notice the growing size of her belly too much, thank StarClan.

She nudged Owlfeather, her mate, and mewed, "I'm going back to camp. I'll bring the kits, but a patrol is coming you'd better go - and roll in some ferns or something. You only smell of kits and milk!" she looked at him humourously as he scrambled up, taking one last look at his kits, and dove across the river. She picked her kits up gently by the scruffs, struggling to carry them all at once.

Scarstorm sighed, walking towards camp. I'll have to get this scent off me, she thought meekly. Scenting the air, she gasped and dove into the nearest cover - a bramble bush. Augh! What bad cover! They'll be sure to find me in here!

She scented the air again, trembling with fear as she started to recognize the cats in the patrol - Mossear, Shadesoul, Tigerfang, Puddlesplash. They got closer and closer, until she could make out some muffled words.

"It's a shame, you know. Should've never happened." said Shadesoul.

"It happens all the time, unfortunately." replied Mossear.

She shrank farther into the bush, and gasped as she saw what they were carrying. Tears stremed down her face as she quickly made a makeshift nest and dropped her kits into it. She dove for the patrol, sobbing heavily. "No!" she wailed pitifully, nestling her nose into her sister's fur. She stared down at her sibling's matted fur, as the patrol gently set her down and left Scarstorm to grieve. Why her? She was so young! She sobbed uncontrollably, staring down at Tanglefoot's limp body. She looked at the elders. "How.. how could this happen..."

Tigerfang looked at her, eyes cloudy, and her face expresionless. "She was kitting, and you weren't there..."

Scarstorm sobbed harder. I killed my sister with my own stupid loyalty problems! Her world was crumbling around her. It was as if StarCaln themselves wanted to torture her every day, picking off bits of her fur every day. "Are-Are the kits alive?" she asked pitifully.

"One." replied Puddlesplash. "Flashkit."

The elders picked Tanglefoot up and carried her towards camp. Scarstorm breathed a quivering sigh, wiping the tears off her face and sniffling. She had to stay strong. She headed towards the faint mewling coming from the bramble bush, and picked up her kits, trembling.

When she got to the camp's entrance, Mudstar accidently bumped into her. "Oops! Scarstorm, I'm sorry, I just had to get Sparktail this-" she stopped mid-sentence as she scented the air and looked at the kits, then stared at Scarstorm in disbelief and horror. No! Scarstorm thought. I forgot to disguise my milk-scent!

"Mu-Mudstar!" she gasped.

"Scarstorm... how... how could you..."

"It's - It's just-"

Mudstar took another sniff at the kits and gasped. "R-Riverclan... Scarstorm, you didn't!"

Scarstorm looked sadly at her and nodded. Mudstars eyes got watery. "Y-You know what I have to do now... do you?"

"Yes..." Scarstorm whimpered. "But I wan't to take my kits with me."

Mudstar nodded, then sprang onto the Highrock. "Let all those cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beneath the Highrock for a clan meeting!"

As the clan swarmed out of their dens, Mudstar continued. "Now, You all must now what has happened to Tanglefoot. The elders are burying her now. She was a strong, brave warrior, queen, apprentice even. She was still very young, and we will grieve deeply for the loss of her. But before we do that... I must tell you some terrible news."

Shocked gasps and whispers of confusion came from the crowd.

"I must..." she hesitsted. "I must exile Scarstorm."

The clan was all looking at her in dismay, and all were silent.

"She has.. she has broken the warrior code too many times... Scarstorm, you have a day to be off the territory with your kits, and if you aren't gone by then, we have the right to treat you as an enemy, and take them."

Scarstorm nodded and headed off.

When she arrived at the RiverClan border, after calling Owlfeather, she saw him swimming across angrily. "Owlfeather!" She cried, reaching to lick his ears. He back away. "The kits have to go. The clan is doubting my loyalty, and I've only been deputy for a sunrise."

Scarstorm gasped. Did he mean... kill the kits? Owlfeather stepped toward her, and she backed away, standing defensively in front of her kits. "Scarstorm, please. Owlkit looks exactly like me. We can't do this anymore, and I'm not playing games."

"Get away from me!" she yelled.

"Come on! We'll say they fell in the river!"

She grabbed her kits and sprinted away. She heard pawsteps pounding angrily on the ground behind her. He was giving chase. She sped up. Very faintly, she saw Snakerocks ahead, and turned abruptly around them. She was nearing the ShadowClan border.

Panting, she was slowing down, winded. For my kits! she thought wildly.

Scarstorm dove across the Thunderpath, without checking if a monster was coming. When she was on the oother side, she spun around to see Owlfeather bounding across too. Swiveling her ears she yowled. "OWLFEATHER NO!"

But it was too late.

Owlfeather looks mildly confused before colliding head-on with a red-pelted monster. He was flung over the top of it, landing hard on the ground with more sickening cracks.

When she was sure there were no more monsters, she gently set her kits in the grass and dove toward Owlfeather, dragged his heavy self across, and set him down. She licked her kits delicately, warming them up. She layed down in the grass and pushed them against her belly so they could suckle.

Glancing at Owlfeather, she sighed. So much for becoming leader of RiverClan. she thought to herself.

She picked up her kits and ignored Owlfeather's bloody body as she continued to travel.

She thought back; way, way, way back; to her twoleg day. They were so far away... And here she was. She had kits and a dead mate that she no longer cared about. She scanned her mind to reading the Warriors books, trying to remember what the map looked like. Aha! Ravenpaw's barn! She could rest there for the night!

After a long journey to the barn, her stomach growled loudly. She sighed happily. There would be food in there, wouldn't there? She peeked inside, relaxed at the warmth. She picked up her kits, then squeezed inside of the hole in the wall. She kneaded the straw and set her kits in the makeshift nest. Hunting time. She heard scuffling in the straw just ahead of her, and she immediately got into the hunters crouch. When she saw the fat, ditzy mouse, and pounced killing the prey.

"What do you think you're doing?"

She spun around to see four cats; a large, broad-shouldered tom who was all black, a creamy-coloured she-cat, and a two small, apprentice-sized cats, one tmo and a she-cat, who one was a brown tabby tom with a torn ear, and the other was all white with light gray tabby stripes.

"I-I was just- My kits, they-" she stammered.

The creamy-colored she-cat laughed. "It's okay, traveller. You can eat the mice."

Scarstorm flooded with relief. "My-my kits, they are hungry, and-"

Her sentence was broekn off as the saw the small black aprentice-sized tom eyeing the kits. "What's your name?" he said.

Scarstorm was confused. Oh! They'd opened there eyes!

She padded over. "This one is Autumnkit, this one is Dawnkit, and this one is Owlkit."

The black tom chuckled. "What odd names!"

The creamy colored she-cat glared at him. "Don't be so rude, Nettle." She turned to face Scarstorm. This is my mate, Bracken. I'm Daisy. These are my kits, Nettle and White."

Scarstorm smiled. She liked these cats.

Owlkit yawned. "My paws hurt!" he squeaked.

Autumnkit groaned. "Be quiet, Owlkit. nobody can get sleep with you complaining like that!"

Dawnkit giggled. "You're as loud as mother!"

Scarstorm smiled.

Bracken eyed Scarstorm. "And what's your name, traveller?"

"My name is Scarstorm."

"Why do you have strange names?" asked White.

Daisy glared at her kit. "No, no, it's fine," she started.

Scarstorm explained about everything; the clans, the cats, the names. she then told them how she got there. "Could I sleep in your barn for a night or two? I.. sort of got exiled fomr my clan. These kits... they're half-clan kits."

Daisy smiled warmly. "Of course you can, traveller! Take all the prey you want; there's lots!"

Scarstorm curled up next to her sleeping kits, letting them suckle, and she dozed off.

"Tanglefoot!" Scarstorm called, running over to her sister, crying. "I've missed you so much!"

Tanglefoot smiled. "I know. But, I have come to tell you something important."

"What is it?"

"You are responsible for the new clan."

"What? New clan?"

"Yes. There is only four clans in the forest, but you will not be in the forest with your new clan. The barn cats must come with you."

"But where do I go?"

"You know where to go. Near an old friend."

Suddenly, the scene changed before her eyes, and she was on the windowsill of an old twoleg nest. Oh! It wasn't just any olf twoleg nest, it was... it was her aunt's twoleg nest! She knew the area around there by heart.

"But beware, the mountain cats are not far." she said, motioning to a large mountain with a cave at the top. A large mountain cat was pacing back and forth.

Scarstorm nodded. "Thank you, Tanglefoot."

Good chappie? Hooray for number one! Please review, and I'm looking for flames to make a bonfire! :D