Can we get to five reviews this time? Thanks for reading! Here's Greeneyes' first POV of CB, enjoy!

The brown tabby was very furious. He stormed through the unfamiliar forest, so angry that, one could joke, he was leaving every leaf in his path wilted.

But it made sense; the news he had just received was jarring.

"My brother!" His voice was close to a shout. "My foolish, scatterbrained, childish brother… a father?"

It just didn't make any sense to poor Greeneyes. How could he have let this happen? How could he have let his skills with a she-cat go slack? Now he was going to be the lone elder in the den, retired early and forever alone. Or maybe he would be stuck a warrior forever, serving his Clan relentlessly- and mindlessly- instead of focusing on starting a family. That was all Greeneyes had done so far, anyway. Work, work, work.

A lot had changed in the past few moons the four Clans had been staying at SkyClan's gorge. First of all, everyone had gotten skinnier than they already were. Greeneyes' ribs were poking into his bony elbows every time he took a step. Even though he was numb to that pain by now, not everyone else was.

There had been deaths, that was for sure. Miserable, unfortunate Leafpelt and Mudstripe had lost both of their kits, Frostpaw and Nightpaw, to the disease that plagued this entire wretched area. Having been apprenticed early- though by the time they died, they were both past apprentice age- Frostpaw and Nightpaw had always been a bit more frail than the rest. Sadly, Frostpaw, who had requested to train as a medicine cat, wasn't even alive long enough to learn how to cure any disease. Leafpelt, almost listless from grief, was a warrior now, though quite a useless one. If Mudstripe got her to do anything, it was just to mumble something unintelligible.

Then there were the newcomers. Tammy, a light brown she-cat who used to be in Caesar of WindClan's gang as rogues, was now Greeneyes' fierce apprentice. She was also extremely firm in not taking a Clan name. "Better just Tammy than Tammypaw," she had said when she lifted her nose at Dovestar. She ignored the leader's pleading that she would get a completely new name without Tammy in it; however, that only seemed to lessen the chances of the young female obliging.

Bark, Spots, and Stripes had been traveling together, a group of battered loners, when they stumbled upon some Clan cats patrolling. They decided they might as well join, but stick together like honey. And that they did, within ThunderClan, until Bark found something more than a friend in Raggedwing, and totally abandoned her parents in the elders' den. It seemed so quick, because now she was expecting his kits.

Greeneyes swerved and slashed his claws over a thick strip of Bark's namesake. How could this have happened? There was only one thing left for him to do, now that his brother was gone to him: ask a she-cat.

He returned to the gorge and was immensely relieved to see Yellowglint speaking with Bluepelt, most likely about her singed and dusty tail again. Greeneyes bounded over to them and tapped the WindClan she-cat's shoulder.

Yellowglint's head twisted and she sighed when she saw Greeneyes. "What?"

"So glad to see me, huh?" Greeneyes joked, but he swiftly returned to the point. "Look, I need to talk to you two about something… important."

"I'll get Blackfang," Bluepelt mewed, looking eager to get away from her yellow-furred friend for a moment, but Greeneyes shook his head.

"No need for him. I just want to ask some of my best female comrades for advice," Greeneyes announced bravely.

Rolling her eyes, Bluepelt sat down patiently, but Yellowglint stiffened and bared her teeth a little. "Don't tell me you're going to ask about love?"

Greeneyes gulped. He knew that tone. "What—" he started to ask, but in a flash recalled the deceased tom who Yellowglint seemed to have banned herself from thinking about… Addertooth.

The handsome earth-colored tom had disappeared mysteriously about a moon-and-a-half ago without a trace. It was almost unbelievable, really, after all the other losses the Clans had suffered since early greenleaf. From the look on Yellowglint's face every time she laid eyes on him, it was palpable that she was smitten with Addertooth.

"It's not about him," Greeneyes said hastily. "It's about my… er, problems. I don't know if you have noticed, but—"

"Dovestar," mewed Bluepelt.

Greeneyes winced. "That obvious?"

"Yup," Yellowglint snorted, relaxed and perched gingerly on a flat boulder. "Very."

"Oh, well," Greeneyes breathed. "What I want to know is, what does a she-cat want in a good mate?"

Yellowglint doubled over, snickering hard. "Not really! You're going to ask Dovestar the Question?"

"The Question?" gasped Bluepelt, squealing and bouncing a little in her seat. "Wow, Greeneyes, I never knew you had the nerve!"

Greeneyes was baffled. "The question? The nerve? What?" How many times have I said 'what' the past few moments?

The she-cats were too busy giggling to answer him at first. Greeneyes was a bit embarrassed by this, since other cats were starting to glance over curiously. And nearly everyone knew each other here at this point, besides most of the SkyClan cats, so that maximized the embarrassment level.

Maybe I should've just went to Blackfang instead. He had a mate before, I just figured it was an ultra-sensitive topic for him. Blackfang's mate, Tabbystripe, had perished along with their unborn kits in a battle with dogs a few moons ago.

Gradually Yellowglint and Bluepelt got over themselves. Bluepelt quit grunting like a pig long enough to utter, "We're just so amazed you're planning to ask Dovestar to be your mate. But anyway, Yellowglint—" Meaningfully she shot a sideways glance to her friend, who was still sputtering in amusement. "— what a she-cat wants in a good mate, hmm…"

Yellowglint fully recovered and right away meowed, "Depends on the she-cat. Personally I would like a tom like me, fun-loving, adventurous, high pain threshold..." She trailed off, looking distant for a heartbeat. Greeneyes recalled how Addertooth had once broken a leg when racing with Yellowglint, but barely was bothered by it.

Bluepelt frowned, deep in thought. Then she said, "I suppose I would like a tom that contrasts a little from me, so that we eventually fit together like two halves of an acorn. But not totally different, like for example we could share the acquired taste for the complex water vole." Yellowglint stared at her, like to check if she was serious, and they burst out chuckling again.

Greeneyes was getting annoyed now. "Are either of you being serious with me?"

"I was," Yellowglint simpered, jerking her head in Bluepelt's direction. "Until she started it again."

"I give up," he groaned, rising to his paws and bidding them a stiff goodbye. It was hopeless, though, as they were dissolving in giggles. Ears reddening a little, Greeneyes shuffled off, not noticing where he was going until he ran into something big, plush, and matted.

He didn't even have to hiss the name in irritation to know who it was. Running into this giant cat's thick chest had happened on numerous occasions. Raggedwing.

"Didn't see ya there, Greeneyes!" Raggedwing chortled, his copper eyes bulging as they gazed down upon the dwarfed tabby.

"O' course you didn't," Greeneyes grumbled under his breath. "Too much fur in your eyes."

"I still can't believe it," Raggedwing went on, heaving his rump onto the earth. Greeneyes could've sworn the ground shook as he did this.

The smaller tom didn't sit, just stood with his claws curling into the soft floor. He could never say that he hated his brother: Raggedwing just got so annoying sometimes… in the way, and always superior to Greeneyes. He had always been more cheerful too, especially after their sister, Softpaw's, death. The only notable thing Greeneyes remembered Raggedwing do for him was sacrifice his cushion-like body when his brother fell off a high tree limb. But the reason Greeneyes fell in the first place was because Raggedwing had shaken the tree by sharpening his claws on it stupidly.

"I know," Greeneyes eventually responded, but he could tell his littermate was somewhere else. Probably imagining what his kits would be like, even though they were barely life forms yet at this point. Since he could think of nothing better to say, he inquired, "What do you think your offspring will be like?"

Raggedwing beamed in delight. "I thought you'd never ask!" he admitted. "Honestly, I'm hoping for an even number gender-wise; a tom and she-cat or two toms and two she-cats, you know. But I think three is a nice number as well. I'd like them all to look like their mother; I swear, if any of them inherit my looks, they'll be angry with me." Greeneyes forced a laugh along with him, thinking, I'll never be talking with anyone what my kits will be like.

Aww, poor Greeneyes, forever alone. :c