Sorry again for the long wait. I've got school and personal junk. Also, I found my old school notes for Cherrybrook's Tale and found the family trees which is good since I kind of um...er...forgot most of the stuff in the story -cringes- anyway, here's a slightly longer chapter in place of cookies!

"Get out of our territory, you foul beasts!" Plumkit called in an attempt to be majestic. She swiped at Sunnydapple's tail. The green-eyed she-cat winced.

"Careful, little one." Tumblekit watched idly as Sunnydapple twitched her fluffy tail. Plumkit blinked at Sunnydapple innocently.

"Sorry." She cooed. "It's just so boring being inside the camp all the time." The gray she-kit let her eyes wander suggestively to the camp entrance. Tumblekit snorted. Nice try, Plumkit. Tumblekit knew that no kits were allowed out of the camp. Sunnydapple gave Plumkit a gentle cuff over the ear. Bored with the fresh-kill heap, Plumkit had decided it would be fun to play with the elders, who were usually cooperative. Tumblekit suspected that he would be blamed as he was the older kit of the two.

"I'm sure you'll find something useful to do; you're very creative." Plumkit beamed. As if she knows what that even means! Tumblekit thought indignantly, although he didn't know what 'creative' meant either. He would ask Dawncreek later or maybe Feathernose if their father came to visit.

"Sorry, no trout today." Morningtail, who had been searching the fresh-kill heap for Berrywillow's favorite fish, squeezed through the tangle of reeds into the elders' den. Berrywillow glanced up and then back down again.

Tumblekit remembered hearing his mother converse with Creekwish about Berrywillow. Apparently, the old she-cat's memory had gotten worse and worse after Mallowstar, her mate, had died. Now, Berrywillow sat huddled in the elders' den most of the day, mumbling to herself about dark omens. Whenever Tumblekit tried to find out more, Dawncreek would change the topic and lick him between his ears.

"Morningtail! Morningtail!" chirped Plumkit. "Have you seen our father?" Morningtail shook her head.

"Feathernose is probably out on patrol; he doesn't have time to visit you now that he's become Grassstar's closest advisor." Tumblekit pricked his ears; whenever he had the chance, Tumblekit seized the opportunity to gossip as he didn't get to hear much in the nursery.

"But isn't Lakeblaze the deputy?" Morningtail's blue eyes misted over.

"Yes," The black she-cat sighed. "but he's my littermate you know; Lakeblaze should be getting ready to retire and Grassstar must choose a new deputy; one is young but has much experience and wisdom."

"Do you think that Feathernose will be the next deputy?" Plumkit squealed with excitement. Without waiting for an answer, she shrieked, "My father's going to be the deputy and then the leader!" Tumblekit flinched at his littermate's shrill assumptions and was partially glad when Morningtail cuffed the young she-kit over the ear.

"Hush!" She snapped. "You mustn't assume anything! Your father is a good warrior, but he can be hot-headed."

"Well, he should be the new deputy." Plumkit replied with a mutinous lash of her tail.

"And you should learn some respect!" Morningtail hissed, cuffing Plumkit over her ears again. The gray she-kit gave Morningtail a furious look.

"Plumkit! Tumblekit!" Dawncreek called. "I said you could get some fresh-kill; not bother the elders!" Plumkit lashed her tail at Morningtail before bounding out of the tangle of reeds and across the clearing to the ginger-pelted queen.

"Sorry, mum." Plumkit cooed in her most innocent, kit-like mew. "The elders are just so smart about everything!" Dawncreek's yellow gaze softened and she gave her youngest kit an affectionate lick.

"I'm glad you like the elders so much, but it's best not to bug them too much."

"Yes, Dawncreek." Plumkit said happily as she scampered towards the fresh-kill pile. The soft gray she-cat sniffed the few pieces of fish on the heap before stepping backward. So much for being so-o-o-o hungry! Tumblekit thought. More like precious little Plumkit just needed an excuse to get out of the nursery!

"Tumblekit..." The gold-striped tom had a feeling as to what his mother would say.

"Mom!" He groaned. "Why do I have to be responsible for everything Plumkit does? It's not fair!" Dawncreek sighed.

"You know that life isn't always fair, Tumblekit. I've told you about what being the oldest kit means; you have to look out for your sister even if she doesn't know any better." That's what she wants you to think! Instead of voicing his thoughts, Tumblekit dipped his head.

"Yes, mom."

"Good, now I hope to actually see some improvement this time." Dawncreek's eyes glimmered with amusement as she trotted off to the nursery. Tumblekit's shoulders slumped as his mother left; it felt as if he had a lot of responsibility for a kit! Managing Plumkit would be an impossible task for the whole Clan let alone for one of me! Watching Plumkit beg Darkblaze to spar with her, Tumblekit wasn't sure he would manage it.

I don't know why, but I really love Darkblaze...I kind of wanted her to be the main character, but I thought a new, young guy might be nice and I strangely identify with Tumblekit a lot! Anyway, thanks for reading! Please review and/or check out my other stories! :D