Hello! I decided to redo Turmoil in the Tunnels, and the aftermath/plot is here. Look at the end AN for the aftermath!

For those who haven't read the Betrayal at the Den Entrance, you can readt this too! All you need to do to read the story is read. Italic story below will help, so you might want to read that!

Without relay, I bring you the first story in the Combined series, the rewrite of TitT,

Revealing Secrets!

Long ago, TunnelClan and AirClan, two clans, made a race to get to ThunderClan, RiverClan, WindClan, ShadowClan, and SkyClan. Only three survived, parents and their son. The parents' greed and hunger made them have a fight to the death. Before they did, the father, who was fully insane, forcefully mated their son. The parents' blood were bloods of both clans, so the son was blood of both, and these kits would be blood of both. The finale's fight's winner was the father, with the blood of him and his mate on his pelt. The kitten watched in horror beforehand his father slit his mother's throat. The son rushed away, desparate to get to the Clans before his dad killed him. The father died from bleeding, but his last words were,

"I see it now. TunnelClan and AirClan shouldn't have never left."

Now the son was at RiverClan-SkyClan-WindClan border, getting ready to have birth because the father had cast a spell (AN: In the AN for TitT I mentioned this wouldn't be that realistic.) on the son, making him female and pregnant. She (he) gave birth to two kittens, both twins. She (he) adored the sight of nursing kittens. Something was wrong. She (he) was dying. Her (his) last words were naming them.

Delirium and Maple.

"Mem, mem?!"

"Aw! Look! It's a kitten!"

"Shut up Asher, and we need to get rid of it."

"Maple? Mem?"

"Oh Sky-spirits, (i)twins?"

Two young foxes, one older and one slightly younger, neared the shivering pair, the one they presumed was Maple had made her way over to her bipartite, her frame blocking him. The two foxes had not noticed the fact that they were (i)talking(i) in their language. The female fox, Asher, had coped with being able to carry both of them. She had carted them to a tunnel in a crisp forest. Every move of his feet her partner made set off the brittle leaves' fresh (i)Crack!

"Come on, go in, Feral." Asher urged, shoving her sibling in. The young male slipped down the tunnel, forgetting to dig in his claws for hold, the reason being it was a tempest storm last night, making the clay-hard carved path downward a slick surface with the power to break bones if someone was to fall directly on his legs. Heck, it could even cause death if a mortal landed on it's face or neck. Asher perked her ears forwards, hearing Feral had done what they trained to do in a kind of situation like that one- fall on your side. She then realized she could do a trick she had made when she was 3 months, or moons as they called it. She dug her claws into the ground, deep enough not to go spiraling down the path, but not to the extent she would stub a stone and fall face flat into the ground- where she could possibly stun or kill one or both of the kittens, and she would not like that. She then realized...

Oh no, she didn't care if she was kit-napping! She then recalled that they looked all alone there, so she shrugged and held the kittens tighter. She then, with a kick, came skiing down the hill, the kits mewing with protest. She smiled when she saw her brother waiting at the bottom. He yelled in shock, jumping back. "Hey Feral, take these kittens to the medicine den." He thought, (i)Really? Letting kittens into our tunnel, possibly bratty(i) Clan (i)kittens?(i) But grabbed the kittens and went straight to the highest position- the Dominant.

After a few days, the Dominant- a black fox named Alfie, decided, after long days in his sleeping area. The two twins would be registered as full members of the fox clan, also known as the Fox Tribe. They had been in the Tribe for a few days, having grown accustomed to the foxes, not talking at all. The citizens were afraid they would never be able to speak to foxes, until-

"Hey Delirium! Can we go outside?" Maple asked.

"I don't know." Delirium squeaked. Feral had to look after them, which meant he couldn't do his impish acts. "Can we?" He turned to the guardian. Feral shook his head, which caused both twins to sit back down on the deerskin bedding. A specific similar troublemaker came in, carrying meat.

"Yo mummy! Here's your meat. Make sure to share with your CHILDREN!" Asher cackled, triggering Feral to go up to her and shove her with his muzzle. Asher fell backwards, and they both turned around.

The kittens were...

...Gone.

Delirium's POV

Maple signaled me to run out of the makeshift nursery, and then we walked out. A long, winding tunnel stood to the left of the circular area, and Maple had already scurried to a small crack in stone. The stone felt algid compared to the semi-warm, clay-hard, packed dirt of the area.

Maple shivered at the sight in front of us. Another long tunnel, but this one was long, gaping, and was slightly filled with water. Maple went into it with ease, but it was easier for her than me because she claimed I was "smaller" in both strength and size. I huffed, wading through it, but being swept off my feet when we saw it's soft current went forward semi-rapidly. Maple said,

"I see light!"

Then we found ourselves in a huge clearing surrounded by cliffs, vines drooping from the top. A small cave was at the bottom corner, and Maple shoved me towards it. I growled, trying to dodge her paws, but in the end she stuffed me in. I saw light pouring through a hole, and this cave was similar to the main area, but this one's walls were not made of stone, this time of the hard dirt we had saw earlier. An old wolf sat in the corner, sorting leaves, nuts, and weeds. Maple gasped in awe at the waterfall coming from open light at the end. The wolf turned around, and said, "Oh my! Visitors! Wait, there hasn't been cats living here since that Tribe of Rushing Water went away. Since then, the creatures mainly foxes and wolves have been at (i)war with cats!" She thought aloud, looking at us in shock. She then chuckled, and said, "You must be the two new kittens Delirium and Maple!" We nodded and Maple said,

"We're sorry, Ms..." She had not introduced herself, so that left Maple waiting for her to finish the sentence.

"Relay." Relay finished off, and so the conversation began.

"We didn't see any wolves." I said, remembering the word she had said. What were wolves anyway? All I saw were foxes, and I knew what they were. Orange-pelted, kind beings, but are very flexible, which fortunately humans hadn't noticed, and can be any personality. Foxes are great mothers, but their breaths stink. I guess all our breaths stink. Relay snapped me out of my thoughts, saying,

"If you two aren't allowed out or didn't ask, you might want to go back."

Oh right! Feral could get in trouble. We rushed out, saying thanks to the elderly wolf and a departure posture, then heading back out the tunnel. I caught a glimpse of sparkling water with brambles outlining the perimeter, but when we're allowed back, I thought we might explore it.

Nobody's POV

Feral and Asher rushed everywhere, when after a few hours, they heard,

"Okay. I found you two, get out and go back! Feral and Asher are looking for you two, and even a few other made a search patrol! They're looking the forest for you, thinking you joined those stupid Clans!" Their triplet Shark scolded the two kittens.

"We... We're sorry, we were curious." Delirium said, dipping his head. Maple nodded, showing she was apologizing as well. Shark shoved them back into the den forcefully, and Feral jumped from the hard dirt ceiling he was hanging on. "Boo!" He yelled, not really caring because every other fox was fast asleep, it was early dawn. Shark jumped a few inches off the ground, then turned around and rolled his eyes when he noticed it wasn't a cat trying to attack him, but his triplet. Asher was smirking beside Feral. Feral stated, "I hope you never have children or a mate, if you do, I will send them an apology and list all the bad things about you." He then smiled and trotted off to the makeshift nursery.

A cat appeared behind a decorative bush somefox had dragged down. He said to the to the female beside him,

"So there were cat-language-speaking foxes after all. We cannot let them take control of cats." With that, they were gone in a flash, speeding up the sleek, muddy tunnel.