A/N-This is a story that will so help me with my writer's block.
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Prologue
Pawsteps echoed on the soft earth as a tom neared a sleeping she-cat. He nudged the she-cat awake with his muzzle.
"Brambleclaw? What –" the she-cat started, but stopped when she saw two kits hanging from the tom's jaws. "Who are these? Do they have parents?" She stopped again. "Did you steal them?"
"No! Of course I wouldn't! I found them in the forest." Brambleclaw placed the kits by the she-cat's side, then padded off to the warriors' den. "Take care of them, Squirrelflight," he meowed over his shoulder.
Squirrelflight looked at the kits. One was a dark brown tomkit with white paws and the other was a light brown tabby she-kit with a white underbelly. She blinked down at them. They looked familiar, but the markings were different.
Squirrelflight stared at them for a long while before opening her mouth. "I'll call you –" she nudged the tomkit, "Maplekit. And you –" she touched the she-kit with her tail, "Falconkit." She let the kits snuggle closer to her.
Suddenly, she gasped. She knew where she had seen the kits before.
O.O.O.O.O.O
A beautiful golden she-cat lay beside the stream next to her camp. She was staring up at the moon. Her heart lay in her current Clan, but her mind lay in another. She had no idea how the other Clan was doing now that a great warrior had died.
"What are you thinking about?" a gruff voice meowed behind her.
The she-cat jumped. "Nothing. I was just thinking." She turned around and faced the tom. "How do you think ThunderClan is doing?"
"Why?" the tom hissed. Realization hit him. "Oh. I'm not sure. I guess Firestar is shaken up, and so is his nephew and daughters, but I don't know exactly." He looked across the stream.
"How do you think Leafpool is doing?" the she-cat asked.
The tom twitched his ear. "I-I guess she's okay, but you would know more about medicine cats than I would. And I'm sure Cinderpelt is helping her with her mother's death. Why are you asking me?"
The she-cat was taken aback. "Well, I was just wondering... You don't have to take it personally..."
"Who said I was taking it personally?" The tom narrowed his eyes. "I wasn't." He turned away, stalking back to his camp. The she-cat stared after him.
"I'm sorry..." she murmured, padding after him. "I was just wondering..."
A/N-Can you guess who they were? And whose kits those were? Do not worry! I will reveal half of it in the next chapter, if I get reviews. Oh, and flames are welcome.