I got bored and I couldn't think of a chapter for A True Warrior? So I decided to write a new story… It has been floating around in my head for days now, distracting me from my school work. This takes place after The Last Hope.

On a moonlit night, shadows flitted across the leaf-dappled forest floor. As the light of the full moon caught the shadows in its cold gaze, one of the shadows pelted ahead of the others.

"Bramblestar!" Gasped the ginger tabby. "It's been six moons since the Place Of No Stars attacked us; you don't think they'll come back?"

Bramblestar twitched his ear as he answered. "They won't dare come back, Lionblaze. And if they do," his eyes darkened. "Then the clans will shred them once more."

"See," Hissed a grey tabby that had run up. "I told you and yet you completely ignored me."

Bramblestar slowed down to run beside the grey tom. "He's only worried because of the kits, Jayfeather, you know that."

The blind tom gave a grunt as his only reply.

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As ThunderClan came to the fallen tree, Bramblestar slowed to a fast pace.

The ThunderClan leader dipped his head to a lithe brown tabby tom standing amongst more lithe cats. "Greeting, Onestar. How is WindClan?"

"Very well, thank you, Bramblestar," Onestar cast a glance over the ThunderClan cats. "I see your clan is doing well."

Onestar flicked his tail and he leapt off of the ground, on to the fallen tree trunk.

When WindClan had gone, Bramblestar gave the signal to cross over to the island. The dark brown tabby watched through half-closed amber eyes as his clanmates expertly crossed the slippery bridge.

"Go on, Bramblestar," Whispered a brown tabby. "I'll go last."

Bramblestar leapt clumsily up the trunk and slipped as he landed on damp moss. The ThunderClan leader tightened his grip as he felt a steadying paw on his back.

"Thanks Dustpelt."

Dustpelt purred. "I'm just making sure that another leader doesn't go to StarClan as quickly as Firestar."

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Bramblestar dipped his head as Blackstar gave the signal for Bramblestar to speak. The tom stepped forward.

"ThunderClan has good news!" Yowled Bramblestar. "Cinderheart is expecting kits and we are recovering well from the battle. Our forest floor is no longer soaked with blood and the last of the warriors that betrayed their clans have no longer been scented in and around our territory!"

"It looks like the rouges have lost their nerve," Purred a blue-grey she-cat.

"Yes, Mistystar," Blackstar lifted his chin. "The clans will never be defeated."

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All was quiet in the ThunderClan hollow; the warriors were sleeping, the kits and queens were silent for once, and the Elders Den didn't produce anymore discontented murmur.

A pained screech echoed through the hollow, jolting every cat awake.

"What was that?" A tortoiseshell she-cat whispered to her brother in the darkness of the Apprentices' Den.

"I don't know, Cherrypaw," He gave a mischievous grin. "Perhaps the Dark Forest warriors have come back."

"Don't, Molepaw; they were scary!"

The two apprentices jumped as a distorted shadow appeared on the bramble walls. "Hush you two. Cinderheart's kitting."

"Sandstorm!" Squeaked Cherrypaw and Molepaw. "We thought you were a Dark Forest warrior."

Sandstorm shook her muzzle and gazed down kindly at Cherrypaw. "Cherrypaw, you need to go to the gathering and get Jayfeather."

"Isn't Leafpool here, Sandstorm?" Molepaw tipped his head to one side. "Or BrightHeart?"

"They're all at the gathering. Run Cherrypaw, run all the way there."

"Yes Sandstorm."

As Cherrypaw ran, thoughts flew through her mind. Am I fast enough? She worried; I wasn't fast enough to warn WindClan in the Last Battle…

But her paws carried her quickly towards the tree bridge. She paused for a moment to catch her breath, before leaping up on to the he crossing point to the island.

"Jayfeather!" she called. "Jayfeather, you have to come quickly."

The grey tabby tom jerked his head up. "What? Why?" Blind blue eyes seared into Cherrypaws'.

"Sandstorm told me to get you and take you back to camp."

"And I'm supposed to go because Sandstorm wanted me to?" His voice was scathing.

"No; Cinderheart's kitting!"

"Kitting!" screeched Lionblaze.

Jayfeather turned his blind gaze to Bramblestar who had been watching the commotion silently with the other clans. "I think ThunderClan should all go home now, Bramblestar."

With a twitch of his tail, Bramblestar lead his clan toward the ThunderClan camp.

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"Well?" snarled Lionblaze to Jayfeather. "Is it over yet?"

Jayfeather purred, "Yes, Lionblaze; three healthy she-kits."

The golden tabby ducked into the nursery and crouched beside his mate. "They're beautiful, Cinderheart." He gazed down his kits in awe.

Cinderheart purred and pointed her tail to a fluffy dark red she-kit. "What do you want to call her?"

"How about Redkit?" he murmured.

"Yes. That's a beautiful name." She twitched her tail towards a black she-kit. "Let's let Bramblestar name this one."

"Bramblestar," Lionblaze called softly. "Come and name a kit."

Bramblestar's broad head appeared in the nursery entrance. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, Bramblestar," mewed the new queen. "This one; what do you want to call her?"

"Very well," the leader growled. "I name her Hollykit, in memory of Hollyleaf."

"You haven't named a kit yet, Cinderheart," meowed Lionblaze. "What do you want to call the last kit?"

Cinderheart thought for a moment before replying. "I have chosen the name Bloodkit for this kit."

Bloodkit squirmed and pushed her sisters out of the way. "An appropriate name for a kit with such a pelt," purred Bramblestar. "And look, Bloodkit and Redkit are identical."

Cinderheart lifted her muzzle to touch Lionblaze's. "Our kits will lead ThunderClan one day, Lionblaze, I'm sure they will."

Tahdah! If you don't like Cinder/Lion don't read… Gosh, it's strange writing Brambleclaw as a leader. I always like to start my fictions off with a drama! Remember folks: Read and Review.

I think I was gonna put something else here, too. Oh well. Till next time!