Yes, after many months of complaining that Brackenfur is not noticed enough, I, and Moonstream-Warrior, are making a story centered around Brackenfur! Tada! LOVE IT! READ IT! BE HAPPY!! Ahem... yeah, my co-writer is Moonstream-Warrior, and we will be switching off with the chapters! I do one, she does one, I do one, she does one, I do one, she does one, etc. :D ENJOY I SAY!!

EDIT: I forgot to put this, thanks to Mudfur6264's guide, I made the apprentice ceremony and warrior ceremony! *gives Mudfur6264 a Brackenfur plushie and a Blossompaw plushie to add to her list*

Prologue

"All cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Highledge for a clan meeting," a loud meow called, bringing many cats out of their warm dens. I padded out from where I was resting with Sorreltail, my lovely mate, and made my way over to under the Highledge. The air was chilly, and I was starting to be concerned that greencough was in the air. I hoped that none of the new kits that season would bring would be affected.

I looked up at the ledge and saw Firestar sitting there, with Brambleclaw close at his side. I always felt a pang of envy when I thought of how I could have been sitting there, next to my leader, instead of him. Before I could think about it more, Firestar interrupted with his call. Looking around, I saw my fellow Clan cats come out of their dens and venture over to us. Sorreltail glanced at me and walked over. I noticed she was walking a little slower than normal and that her stomach was beginning to bulge out. Jayfeather would probably confirm her pregnancy soon. Our other daughters, Poppyfrost and Cinderheart, were beautiful she-cats. My other daughter, Honeyfern, had recently died from snakebite, and Sorreltail was devastated.

Right then, I noticed five kits walking eagerly up to the Highledge where our leader sat. I remember when I was like that, just small little Brackenkit, and how excited I had been to finally become an apprentice. Of course, I held it all in and took on a serious air, while Cinderkit bounced around all over the place. I smiled when I remembered my loyal medicine cat sister, and then I remembered how she had died when she protected my kits. I sometimes saw her reflection when I looked at Cinderheart.

"Rosekit, Toadkit, Bumblekit, Briarkit, Blossomkit," Firestar purred, looking down at the apprentices with pride. I noticed how little Blossomkit was bouncing around and purred to myself. That kit would make an energetic apprentice and a loyal warrior. "This is a proud day for ThunderClan," the leader continued, "By naming apprentices we show ThunderClan will survive and remain strong. Rosekit, Toadkit. Your apprentice ceremonies were delayed by the loss of Hollyleaf. I apologize for that. Now, you will both earn your mentor and apprenticeship."

"Toadkit," Firestar meowed, looking down at the black and white tom. He was bouncing on all four paws, and Dustpelt continued to give him stern glances. I chuckled to myself and exchanged a glance with Sorreltail. We would both be surprised if Dustpelt was not given the tom. He seemed to be the only one that could control the rambunctious kit. "From now on until you receive your warrior name you will be known as Toadpaw. Dustpelt," Firestar meowed, looking at the old tom. "You are ready for another apprentice. You will be Toadpaw's mentor. I know you will pass on your strength and thoughtfulness to Toadpaw, and teach him the skills that will make him a noble warrior of ThunderClan."

Dustpelt went to touch noses with the apprentice. Toadpaw hit the tom with a hard bump to the nose, and the dark brown cat gave a small hiss while cuffing the small apprentice over the ear. This emitted quiet laughter from the rest of the clan, and Toadpaw looked away in embarrassment.

Purring, Firestar looked at Rosekit. I suddenly noticed Jayfeather, our blind medicine cat, sitting next to the leader. Ever since Leafpool ran away, he had had trouble trying to manage the Clan alone. I felt pity for him; his mother had left him to take care of ThunderClan all alone.

"Cats of ThunderClan," the gray tabby meowed, "As you know, I will not be around forever. Therefore, it is time I took an apprentice. I have chosen a cat for her integrity and strong interest in healing and herbs. Your next medicine cat will be Rosepaw." Rosepaw looked a little startled, as if she had not been expecting Jayfeather to take her. I watched as Firestar addressed her.

"Rosepaw, do you accept the post of apprentice to Jayfeather?" he mewed.

"I do, Firestar," Rosepaw mewled a little breathlessly.

"Then at the half-moon you must travel to Moonpool to be accepted by StarClan before the other medicine cats. The entire Clan wishes you luck on your journey to becoming a medicine cat," Jayfeather proclaimed. Rosepaw jumped up next to him, and they touched noses. I saw a look of pride in her eyes, and I purred. I hoped Firestar assigned me one of Graystripe's kits.

"Bumblekit," Firestar meowed, turning to acknowledge the other three kits. "Bumblekit, from this day until you earn your warrior name, you shall be known as Bumblepaw. " He paused for a moment, and I noticed he look thoughtful as he swept the crowd of cats with his green gaze. Finally, his eyes rested on my daughter. "Cinderheart," he called, "you are ready for your first apprentice. You will mentor Bumblepaw. Pass on your intelligence and loyalty to this apprentice, and teach him the many skills he will need to become a warrior." The two walked forward, and I could not tell which one was more excited. I purred for my daughter. I was very proud of her and her accomplishments. She was a brave and beautiful she-cat.

Next, Firestar looked at Briarkit. "Little Briarkit," he meowed, "It is your turn. From this day on, until I give you your warrior name, you shall be known as Briarpaw. Sorreltail," he mewed, gazing at my gorgeous mate. She looked a little surprised as she stood up. "The Clan knows you are to have Brackenfur's kits, but you are due for an apprentice. You shall mentor Briarpaw, and when you go to the nursery, Birchfall will be her temporary mentor." I watched proudly as Sorreltail and Briarpaw bumped noses, and then as Birchfall came up to give the new apprentice a small lick on the shoulder. I laughed as I noticed Blossomkit looking enviously at her siblings and still bouncing on all paws.

"Finally, Blossomkit. You shall be known as Blossompaw, until you earn your warrior name. Brackenfur," Firestar meowed, looking at the apprentice and then me. My ears perked up a little; I had not been expecting to become a mentor that day. "You will be Blossompaw's mentor. I know you will pass on your honor and courage to this young cat."

I walked forward to my apprentice. She gave me a large purr, and we bumped noses. At that bump, I felt a small shock on my nose. From the way the tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat pulled back, I could tell she felt it too. I looked at her in confusion for a heartbeat, and then I walked back to my place near Sorreltail. Blossompaw looked puzzled, but she padded back to her mother.

"Briarpaw, Bumblepaw, Blossompaw, Toadpaw, Rosepaw!" the Clan chanted. All of the five apprentices looked proudly at the Clan.

Firestar waited until the Clan quieted down to continue. "Now, Foxpaw and Icepaw, please step forward." The two apprentices calmly stepped up to the Highledge. "I, Firestar, leader of ThunderClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on these apprentices. They have trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend them to you as warriors in their turn. Foxpaw and Icepaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your clan, even at the cost of your life?" he mewed. I remembered the day I turned into a warrior. It was the proudest day of my life.

Foxpaw bravely meowed, "I do." Icepaw said so more timidly; as if she were afraid she was doing something wrong.

"Then by the powers of StarClan," he continued, "I give you your warrior names. Foxpaw, from this moment on you will be known as Foxpelt. StarClan honors your bravery and your courage, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan." Firestar leaned over and placed his head on Foxpelt's own head. The tom was very calm, and I was surprised. He was normally very hyperactive.

"Icepaw, from this moment on you will be known as Iceflame. StarClan honors your thoughtfulness of others and your understanding." Iceflame walked forward and licked her leader's shoulder, while he laid his head on hers.

Suddenly Squirrelflight ran into the camp. She was panting, and I noticed she had a little blood on her stomach. "Fire... star! Come... quick! Fern... cloud... dead..," she mewed, her chest heaving. My eyes grew wide; what had happened?

Firestar immediately jumped down from the Highledge. "Take me, Squirrelflight," he demanded. "Brackenfur, Jayfeather, Foxpelt, and Iceflame, come with me. Now." I loyally followed him out of the camp. Iceflame and Foxpelt were talking urgently and looking around frightfully. If something had happened to their mother, they would be fuming.

We stopped suddenly as Iceflame cried out in horror. There, on the ground in front of us, laid Ferncloud. Her normally pale gray fur was stained with blood, and there were claw marks all over her body. I felt a cry of horror in my throat, and I had to choke it down to control it. I watched as Iceflame and Foxpelt slowly made their way to the dead she-cat, horror frozen in their eyes.

"How...?" Foxpelt stammered.

Firestar sniffed the air. "I smell a rogue. That must have been what killed her," he observed, prodding the dead she-cat with an orange paw. Iceflame stepped forward and looked at her mother, trying to understand. I was just as confused; what did a rogue have against Ferncloud?

"We will find our mother's killer," Foxpelt vowed. I looked at him, feeling worried. What would the tom do to whoever killed his mother?

"And we will avenge her." Iceflame agreed.

I padded over to them, "Revenge is not the answer." I murmured. The death of the beloved queen would haunt them forever, I knew that much. What were they ready to do to find their mother's murderer? They were right; he or she did deserve to die at the paws of these two cats. However, he could not have the new warriors go trekking across other Clan territory to find the killer.

"Get back to camp, now. First, help me carry the body," Firestar ordered. We all took Ferncloud's fur in our teeth and slowly dragged her back to camp.

Jayfeather's Point of View

I could smell her blood. Poor Ferncloud, dead. She had been a great mother to many kits and a loyal queen. All of ThunderClan would miss her.

I looked at her bloody pelt and saw a piece of bracken and a blossom in her fur. Wait. I saw them. I blinked rapidly, realizing I could see, but I could only see Ferncloud. Then I noticed the bracken and blossom wrapping around each other, the bracken threatening to suffocate the blossom. What could this mean?

Quite suddenly, I felt Yellowfang beside me. She leaned down and whispered into my ear, "A blossomed bracken will unite to save the Clans or strangle them, suffocating them and shattering every last bit of StarClan with them." Then she was gone.

A prophecy? What could it mean? A blossomed bracken... could it mean Brackenfur? But what did it mean? How would loyal Brackenfur kill the Clans?

It probably did not mean he would kill them all. However, I had to keep a lookout on him, just to make sure.