Phew. Sorry for the really late update. I'll update this and put up the last chapter of CS today and update Dusk, because of that. (Or at least I'll try.)

Lol -SPOILER ALERT FOR BRAMBLESTAR'S STORM-

So Bramblestar's Storm (funny how the abbreviation is BS) is not exactly what I expected. I just wanted to put a couple thoughts here, just my opinion, so don't be offended or anything, please:

Okay, so a couple descriptions changed, further plunging my version after TLH into fictional land. Amberpaw actually become "amber", not gray! Lilypaw become tortoiseshell, so the dark tabby description of her that I used the whole time writing her was a lie. X"D

When I looked at the allegiances I was like, "Oh sh*t, where is Foxleap, Hazeltail? TOADSTEP? Icecloud? Wtf?" And then I found out that they were all killed off, just because there wasn't a suitable mate for them that wouldn't be inbreeding. Ahem. Fox and Hazel.

And Smoky wasn't even capitalized in the allegiances in Coriander's description X3 Oh, and as for Cherry and Mole's warrior names. Nice. But Molewhisker is very close to Mousewhisker, so I wasn't surprised when that mistake was made (meaning Mouse was called Cherry's bro). And the three "Fallers"- Birch, Blossom, and Cherry. Lol. Several times, Snowpaw and Dewpaw were called she-cats. Oh, and then the kicker: Seedpaw dies. Holy mother of giving a sh*t about your minor characters. To me, Seedpaw was a major character, and to see her as a cheerful little nuisance that drowns almost killed me.

But, honestly, overall, the fact that I had a flood, and BS had a flood too, that almost knocked me dead. Coincidence, hm? I published this story (When the Sun Goes Down) online two years before BS came out, and though I strongly doubt the Erins saw my stupid little blog and decided to use the same idea, I just find it very... fascinating.

Fascinating, yes. That's how I will label BS.

-END SPOILER-


Lakekit felt the energy in his young bones. The power packed in his muscles. With a mighty push-off delivered by his hind paws, he surged forward and landed on the shadowed cat.

"Tell me," he hissed in his struggling opponent's ear. "Are you him…" He planted his front paw on the cat's throat, and it gurgled helplessly. "… or are you not?"

Ever so slightly, Lakekit loosened his grip on the cat's throat so he could speak. But, just like always, that was enough for the dark figure to wriggle free and race into darkness, leaving Lakekit staring after it.

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The black-and-white kit awoke with a loud hiss of frustration. He rolled over roughly, one wide paw smacking his brother's head.

Fogkit jumped and ended up landing on the hard ground outside of the thick moss. The silver tom growled at his littermate. "Lakekit, this is the umpteenth time I've been roused like this."

As if I didn't know, Lakekit thought still frustrated. His mind was still completely wrapped around the dream. Why can I never keep the cat contained and get it to spit out the answer?

Fogkit's indignant squeaking made their mother, Ivypool, lift her head and split her jaws in an enormous yawn. "Quit it, you two," she murmured sleepily. "Your mother still needs to snooze a little."

Lakekit shot Fogkit a warning glare to be quiet, but instead of facing his brother, Fogkit was gazing at the nest next to theirs: Dovewing, Beekit, and Morningkit's. Only Morningkit was in there, curled up and breathing steadily.

"Beekit's outside," Lakekit realized. He felt an immediate need to join his kin outside. "Ivypool, please can we please go out?" he asked, trying to throw in as many "pleases" as possible. "Please?"

Ivypool groaned and rolled onto her back, stretching all her limbs, narrowly missing Morningkit in the neighboring nest. "Why? Is everyone else out already?"

"Kinda," Lakekit mewed, hoping this would convince her.

"Okay, you two may go out, but please don't disturb anyone who doesn't want to be disturbed," the silver-and-white queen consented.

Lakekit sped out of the nursery, Fogkit hard on his paws.

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Outside, the sun was barely over the edge of the hollow. Lakekit took in his surroundings, dark eyes wide and curious.

Oekit took in his surroundings, dark eyes wide and curious.

ff to the left of him, there was a pile stacked high with furry lumps. Lakekit licked his chops. Fresh-kill! He wondered if they tasted like milk, or were a completely different taste-bud experience. But, more importantly, Lakekit looked forward to sinking his claws into the flesh of an innocent mouse or squirrel. I'll be the expert hunter!

Just then, a thick-furred golden tabby tom strode up to the 'kill pile and chose a shrew. He turned around to find a gray-and-white tom standing there; after exchanging a few mumbles, the two settled down and began to share the food together.

Lakekit flexed his tiny claws and spun to face his brother. "Fogkit, you know everybody. Tell me, who are those cats?"

Fogkit puffed out his chest a little. He prided himself in learning every cat's name. "The golden tabby is Lionblaze, and the gray-and-white tom is Mousewhisker."

Lakekit couldn't resist a sharp intake of breath at hearing the first name. Lionblaze! A trill scampered up his spine. Lionblaze was a famous cat, one Lakekit needed to meet. As usual, before thinking, Lakekit stomped up to the two warriors, who seemed bigger and bigger as he approached them.

Lionblaze heard them advancing before Lakekit and Fogkit even got there; the handsome tabby turned around and smiled, flicking a piece of meat off his lip with his prickly tongue. "Hello there, kits," he meowed. He immediately fixed his penetrating amber eyes on Lakekit. "Lakekit, is it?" He looked at Fogkit, hesitating a moment before adding, "And Fogkit. Sorry, you and Morningkit are very similar; luckily you have some stripes to distinguish you two."

Lakekit didn't understand half of what he said, so he just jumped up and down, feeling as if his paws were frogs. "I'm Ivypool's son!" he declared proudly.

Fogkit stepped up beside his sibling, rolling his eyes. "We both are," he informed Lionblaze much less excitedly than Lakekit. He acts like a boring elder.

"Hop with me!" Lakekit insisted, nudging his brother. "It's fun."

The silver tabby kit wrinkled his nose and sighed. "We're cats, not rabbits."

Mousewhisker, apparently having finished his share of the shrew, sat up and started to groom his whiskers. Lakekit watched, fascinated. Ivypool always cleaned himself and Fogkit since they could barely reach their own ears at the moment. But someday we'll have to learn.

"You both have as much energy as my kits," Lionblaze chuckled, gesturing over to where Honeykit, Flintkit, and Stonekit were scuffling around. Lakekit was surprised when he recognized Beekit's pale gray tabby pelt in the mix.

"They're much bigger than us," Fogkit remarked, almost fearfully.

"So?" Lakekit muttered.

Lionblaze reached forward and patted Fogkit's shoulder knowingly. "You don't have to be scared of them, though." He leaned back and murmured wistfully, "I was once a kit, you know."

Lakekit gaped. "You were?" he eyed the tabby up and down. He could barely bring himself to imagine Lionblaze, ten times smaller, tripping over his own paws and stumbling around with his siblings.

Fogkit stretched up a bit on his toes, grinning as he warmed up to the conversation. "Does that mean we'll grow as big as you someday?"

Mousewhisker rose to his paws and gazed down at Lakekit and Fogkit. Before Lionblaze could answer, he responded, "Probably. Depends on how big your father is, usually, if you're a tom."

Lakekit blinked. He didn't know who his father was, only that his mother was Ivypool. Maybe… "Are you my father?" he asked, craning his neck almost all the way back to look at Mousewhisker. While Lionblaze was thick-furred and all muscle, Mousewhisker was tall, and lean. Lakekit was curious which "type" he would be.

"Oh, no," Mousewhisker stifled a laugh. "Ivypool and I… um, no. Heh."

"Major age gap there," Lionblaze uttered with a smirk. Mousewhisker curled his lip playfully and nudged his Clanmate.

Fogkit cocked his head. "Don't you have any kits?"

Mousewhisker shook his head. "Not yet. My mate, Blossomfall, will have some soon."

Lakekit groaned loudly and sat down hard. "Not more kits! The nursery is crowded enough as it is."

Fogkit glared at him. "Don't be rude! Besides, by the time they're born, Icecloud's kits will be, like, apprentices, right?"

Lionblaze nodded. "Almost."

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The two kits skipped around from cat to cat throughout the day, but the whole time one thought continued to bother Lakekit: Who is my father?

He tried not to let the thought bother him too much. After all, it was a kind of touchy question and, already in his first moon of life, Lakekit had learned that his mother did not have the best temper.

So, naturally, Lakekit went to Dovewing. She had grown up with Ivypool, so she had to know who her sister's mate was.

Dovewing was starting to curl up in her nest, stepping over the snoozing Beekit, and Morningkit, who was blinking sleepily. Lakekit stepped forward and squeaked, "Dovewing?"

The pale gray queen turned and yawned, gazing down him. Fogkit, who had already been heading to their empty bed, looked at his brother questioningly. "Yes, Lakekit?" Dovewing mewed quietly so as to not wake Blossomfall.

Lakekit sneaked a quick glance outside to the twilight sky, decorated with a mix of bloody-red streaks and inky-black patches. He willed for Ivypool not to return just yet. "I have a question," he replied to Dovewing.

Beekit and Morningkit sat up in a little, suddenly wide-eyed. Dovewing frowned down at him, tiredness making her eyes wander. "Okay, just hurry," the mist-colored female said. "When your mother gets back, she'll want to see you in your nest." She nodded to where Fogkit was stepping into the moss-and-fern bedding.

The black-and-white tom-kit launched right into the subject without dancing around it: "Who is me and Fogkit's father?"

Dovewing looked a bit taken aback. "Um, well," she stuttered, standing in front of her giggling daughters. "We don't really know, sweetie. But I'm sure he's somewhere in ThunderClan." Swiftly she curled up around Beekit and Morningkit, who were finally starting to settle down again. "Good night," Dovewing added curtly with her eyes already closed.

Lakekit was not comforted by this. He heaved a sigh and fell into the nest beside his brother just as Ivypool slipped into the den, closely followed by Icecloud, Cinderheart, and all their kits. Now the tom felt like he could barely breathe, being smooshed in there like that.

One thing was for sure: he was going to discover the answer to that question, even if he had to beg and plead to his mother. Lakekit slowly shut his eyes. I talked to nearly every single warrior today, and none of them seemed like a fit. How could I ever be sure which one is the one?


So that's that for Lakekit's first chapter. Next chapter we'll have the more "level-minded" kits- Morningkit, and then Fogkit. Again, I apologize for not updating. You have writers' black to thank. But I filled all my time organizing the allegiances for future "books". I also was writing some future scenes, to inspire me to write to get to those epic points, if that makes any sense. So yeah. See ya soon.