Author's Note: I get why some of you are confused about why it's called Autumn's Awakening.

"But Fireworksafterdawn," You ask me, "Fallenstar killed the twoleg part of herself! Autumn isn't alive anymore!"

Exactly my fellow viewers, I have titled it Autumn's Awakening because it is a metaphorical awakening. Fallenstar isn't sure if killing her human self is the right thing, and she's starting to tear away from her Clan, waking up from the reality that she has called the human world.

It might have been a bit confusing for you mostly because this is no longer in Fallenstar's POV. Hope I cleared some things up though. :3

Flamekit was very annoyed with his sister, furious how she would just betray him like that, and to become some stupid, herb-mixing medicine cat.

Fallenstar stepped out of the nursery and walked over to the medicine den, where her daughter has been going there for a moon now. Flamekit watched as she emerged with Fawnkit babbling about the herbs she has learned about and how fun it is in the medicine den with Littlecloud.

The leader simply nodded and smiled. She stepped into the apprentice den where Pinekit was play fighting with Stempaw. She separated them and carried him by the scruff as she smirked.

She then turned her gaze to Flamekit who stood in the camp with a scowl on his face.

"Come on, Flamey," she purred through a mouthful of fur, "it's time to go to sleep."

Flamekit rolled his eyes and ran into the nursery ahead of them. He flew into the nest and looked up at Fallenstar who laid down beside her son. She nuzzled him and closed her eyes.

Pinekit pressed his paws against her face and mewed, "Momma, aren't you going to tell us a story?"

She purred quietly and whispered, "Not tonight, Pinekit. I had to go on two separate patrols today. I promise, I'll tell you one tomorrow."

Flamekit huffed and stayed away from his sister. Fawnkit was pressed against her belly, purring happily and still stinking like berries and yucky crushed leaves.

"Mom, Fawnkit stinks." Flamekit pointed out.

"Hmm… deal with it, Flamey."

Flamekit growled and lashed his tail over Fawnkit's nose. He smirked as she sneezed and she turned away.

He then laid down and shut his eyes, satisfied with how today went. Starlingwing showed him the edge of the camp and he peered deep into the woods, seeing a fat, happy squirrel and he pointed it out. Then Starlingwing quickly killed the squirrel and let his son eat it.

It was a really good squirrel.

In the morning, he looked over to his left to see that Fawnkit has already left to go to the medicine den. He yawned and stretched his claws. He wondered what he could do today. He wanted to stick to the warrior code as close as he could and not even step outside of the camp.

He looked behind him and didn't see Fallenstar. He blinked and glanced at Pinekit who was still asleep. "Where did Mom go?"

Pinekit rolled over and yawned, "She went out with the dawn patrol."

Flamekit blinked and walked out of the nursery, seeing a mist has covered the camp. He slowly walked forward and saw Ferretclaw just now stepping out of the warriors den. He nodded at Flamekit then sat down outside.

The tiny ginger tom bounded across the clearing to the medicine den, just for the heck of it.

He walked inside and heard the voices of Littlecloud and Fawnkit.

"See this big black root here? That is comfrey, you can use it to soothe wounds and heal broken bones."

Fawnkit nodded and pawed at a huge fernlike leaf. Then she said, "Isn't this chervil?"

"That's right, Fawnkit. What is chervil used for?"

She hesitated before saying slowly, "You… you can use it to heal infected wounds."

"And help with bellyaches."

"Like juniper?"

"Exactly."

Flamekit rolled his eyes at his sister being a smarty-paws know-it-all. He watched silently as she sorted the herbs and shared jokes with the brown medicine cat. Flamekit didn't really see why the den was so fascinating. It was just a large dip in the ground covered by tree roots and sharp rocks. Inside was worse, it was filled with leaves and flowers just spread out all chaotic with no natural order to them.

Flamekit concluded that he didn't like the medicine den.

He heard a yowl and he perked his ear, looking outside. He exited the den and saw Fallenstar limping and her back leg covered in blood and her pelt torn. Owlclaw's pelt was coated in a thin layer of blood. Applefur and Mistfall helped carry Shrewfoot, who was bleeding badly.

Stoatleap followed close behind the leader, and making sure she didn't topple over.

Littlecloud walked outside and stared in horror at the patrol.

"RiverClan… RiverClan attacked us." Said Stoatleap, as Fallenstar was too tired to say anything, "They just jumped out of the bushes and said that this will be the last time that Sparrowfang terrorizes RiverClan."

Fallenstar limped into the medicine den, passing her kit. Then she muttered to Flamekit, "Get inside the nursery now."

"But Mom, you're hurt, I can maybe-"

"In the nursery. Now." Fallenstar then snarled. Flamekit blinked then darted to the nursery, where he watched the patrol. Shrewfoot looked totally lifeless, and Mistfall's grey fur had scratch marks all over, her eyes blazing with the sense of betrayal to her brother for being so stupid all the time attacking RiverClan patrols.

"What's going on?" Asked Pinekit staring out of the nursery.

Flamekit's fur fluffed out and he whispered, "RiverClan."

Pinekit looked at Flamekit and hissed, "Those fish-breaths, frog-faced morons attacked the dawn patrol with our mother in it? That's impossible!"

"It is, obviously!" Snarled Flamekit, "How dare they attack Fallenstar!"

Twigpaw sullenly trotted into the nursery and pulled out all of the old moss. Then he mutter with his mouth full, "Isn't it terrible?"

"Yeah," agreed Flamekit hotly, "RiverClan needs to pay."

"But we aren't the cats to decide that." Said Twigpaw as he dragged in the new moss and bedding, "Fallenstar decides what's going to happen."

Flamekit and Pinekit watched as Fawnkit and Littlecloud set herbs on the cats' wounded bodies, and mostly putting their attention onto Shrewfoot. He watched as Littlecloud and Fallenstar said something to Fawnkit, then she ran out of the medicine den and walked into the nursery, joining her brothers.

A cold chill of dread snaked down Flamekit's spine, and he blinked, staring at his sister's doey brown eyes. "Did Fallenstar send you back to the nursery too?"

Fawnkit nodded. "She says that it's going to be all right and I don't need to worry about her and the other warriors." She glanced over her shoulder and went on, "That must have been a pretty big patrol to take down that big group of warriors."

"I don't like it." Meowed Pinekit, "What if RiverClan comes to our camp and kills us? Remember the story of Happykit?"

Fawnkit grimly hung her head and she looked at Flamekit. "I'm scared too. We just got to trust our mother and hope that things will turn out all right."

Anger boiled in Flamekit's blood and he shouted out, "I hope that she declares war on RiverClan. I heard that a RiverClan tom took away her first life when she became leader."

The kits huddled together, and Flamekit avoided touching Fawnkit's fur. Fear all chilled them to the bone about what the future has to hold for them, but they all knew that it was going to be very grim.

The three kits stayed inside the nursery for the rest of the day, and Fallenstar finally came out of the medicine den and into the nursery, laying down next to her kits.

"Is everything going to be alright?" Asked Pinekit.

Flamekit crawled on top of Fallenstar and said suddenly, "You promised us a story last night."

Fallenstar sighed and said tiredly, "I did, didn't I?"

The two tom kits nodded, but Fawnkit didn't say anything, obviously concerned about her mother, and knowing that the leader needed rest.

"Okay, just promise to be quiet."

"We promise!" Said Pinekit and Flamekit in unison.

Fallenstar positioned herself and she started, "Alright, Blackstar was a wonderful leader." She breathed in, "He was smart, brave, and dependable, and even witty as a fox. He hung on to his lives until the very end, and he was kind and welcoming. He lived each life bravely, like he was reborn each day, and he never took the days for granted. One night, he and his deputy were going to a gathering. At the gathering, Mistystar accused him of harassing her Clan, and he politely denied it. She let it slide, and on the way leaving the gathering, a heavy rain pounded down on all the cats…"

Flamekit has heard this story before, but he always held his breath at this part where it gets sad.

"As Blackstar slid across the tree-bridge, a flash of lightning startled him, and he slipped down into the churning black waters, to his watery grave, to his final death."

Flamekit lashed his tail, the story progressing onward,

"His deputy jumped into the water without hesitation, and she frantically tried to reach him before he lost his final life. However, as he was sinking, the deputy noticed that he wasn't scared of death. He simply sank down, deeper and deeper, wearing a smile on his face that obviously read, 'Take care of my Clan.'"

Fawnkit sniffed and asked, "Was Blackstar a good leader?"

"Yes, he was the best leader alive in all of the Clans."

"Who was the deputy?" Pinekit said now laid down on his back.

Fallenstar grinned weakly and whispered, "I was his deputy."

Pinekit exchanged a look with Fawnkit as Flamekit finally let go of that breath he was holding. He wished he was alive to know Blackstar.

"Now, it's time to go to sleep." Fallenstar hushed the kits and stood up.

Flamekit looked up at his mom and asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to sit vigil for Shrewfoot."

It was like time has stopped in the nursery. The kind, brave grey and black she-cat was now dead? So, Shrewfoot was dead and it's all RiverClan's fault.

"Can I come?"

"No, Flamekit." Said Fallenstar dragging her paws, "You need to protect your siblings for the night."

Flamekit puffed out his chest, "I can do that, Mom."

She weakly smiled. "Thank you, Flamey." Then she trotted over to Shrewfoot as her dead body lay in the center of the clearing. Stoatleap and Owlclaw grieved the hardest, the pale ginger and brown tom's blue eyes were shut tightly and tears spilled out. He choked on his tears and Owlclaw pulled his son close to him.

Flamekit watched his mother scrabble to the High Branch and call out, "We all mourn the loss of Shrewfoot, and I have decided that in honor of her spirit, RiverClan shall pay for the death they have caused, including my own. We will attack them at dusk tomorrow when they least expect it." She dug her claws into the bark like it was the flesh of a certain RiverClan cat, "We will fight with all of our might, and attack at full force and show no mercy!"

ShadowClan yowled in agreement, including Stoatleap screaming the loudest. "Avenge her death!"

"Kill the RiverClanners!" Snarled Ferretclaw.

"No, no more lives shall be spent." Fallenstar growled, "Instead, we will make them suffer very slowly and make their precious streams run red with their blood. No lives will be lost, instead, those lives will be tortured."

The Clan agreed in yowls even louder, enthused at the idea of RiverClan suffering very slowly for those deaths and that savage attack.

"Do you think anyone else will die?" Pinekit meowed curiously.

Fawnkit gulped and Flamekit noticed that what she said was said mostly to herself, "I hope not."