Hello all. I wrote this a while back on one of my other accounts. I have recently started writing again. I haven't wrote in a long time and I am a bit rusty. Any advice on improvements is much appreciated :)

Prologue

Bushes rustled as a large white tom with one black paw pushed his way through them, his muscles tensing up as he walked. The tom glanced back for no more than a heartbeat just to make sure that his friend was still following him. Friend... he used that term very loosely as this cat was no more than a tool to him. Someone he could use to get what he wanted - no needed. His travelling companion - a tortoiseshell and white tom - was just a foxlength or two behind.

"Are we almost there?" The white tom asked impatiently with a flick of his long tail. "Are you sure that you now where they went? Or are you just leading me into the middle of nowhere?"

"Have faith, Ice. You will have what you desire soon." The other tom replied coolly.

Ice could hear the swish of the other cat's tail as it moved back and forth a couple of times. The white tom stopped and turned around to face him. "I swear, Sol." He growled, baring his fangs at the tortoiseshell and white tom. "If you are lying to me I will rip your throat out right where you stand. I have been looking for years and you will not detour me from my goal." Ice could feel the hair on his haunches raising as he unsheathed his claws and dug them into the soft earth undernearh his paws.

Sol didn't even seem to flinch at the threat. He remained calm and collected. "I promise you that I am not lying. As I said you will have what you desire soon."

Ice sighed and shook his head, deciding not to pressure the matter any further. This cat was the only lead that he had in years. "Let's get going then." He meowed coldly as he turned and began walking again. Don't worry father, I will avenge you. I will make them fear our name again.

Bramblestar paced back and forth, his muscles tense and his tail swishing to and fro. He could feel his heart hammering against his chest as he stole a quick glance at the nursery. "What if something goes wrong? What if she needs me? What if she-"

"Bramblestar, sit down." Leafpool meowed sharply. "She will be fine. Have faith in Jayfeather. He is one of the greatest medicine cats this Clan has ever known." Her eyes shimmered with pride as she mentioned her son.

"You should be in there." The dark tabby tom stopped his pacing to turn and face his mate's sister. "What if Jayfeather needs help!"

"If he needs help then he will call for me." The light brown tabby she-cat pointed out. "And I was instructed to stay out here to keep you from freaking out." She flicked his ear with her tail. "So sit down. You worrying isn't going to help Squrrielflight. I can promise you that."

Bramblestar looked like he was about to argue with Leafpool but decided against it, finally sitting down. "Sorry it's just… this is her first litter. What if something goes wrong with the birth? What if she doesn't make it? Or the kits? Or both of them?"

"Bramblestar you are not helping anything by thinking those things." Jayfeather meowed as he exited the nursery.

The dark tabby tom immediately sprung to his paws as the medicine cat appeared. "Is she okay? Are the kits okay?"

"Yes they are. Would you like to come in and see them?" Jayfeather asked.

Bramblestar nodded and pushed past the blind tom, slipping into the nursery. Squirrelflight was in a nest near the back, curled up around three balls of fur. As he entered, his mate lifted her head. "Bramblestar," she meowed tiredly. "Come, meet your kits. You have two daughters." She pointed her tail at the black she-cat with a white chest mark and a white tail tip and the silver colored she-cat. "And one son." She then pointed her tail at a bright ginger colored tom. The little kit was a spitting image of the late ThunderClan leader.

The dark tabby tom sat down beside her nest, pride swelling up inside of him. "What should we name them?"

"Well I was thinking Featherkit for the she-cat." Squrrielflight suggested.

"That is a beautiful name." Bramblestar purred looking at his the little she-cat. She looked so much like his late friend, Feathertail. Bramblestsr looked down at his son. "How about we call him Firekit, after your father."

Squrrielflight seemed to smile at that. "I would love that." She looked down at the last kit, who was the runt of the litter. Compared to her two littermates, the little black she-cat was so small. Her two siblings were almost twice the size as she was. "What should we call her?"

Bramblestar brushed his tail carefully across his tiny daughter, a little worried for her due to her small and fraile appearance. "How about Ravenkit?"