Ok, it looks like I have a few questions to answer here! First of all, the question from the last chapter needs to be answered. Good job flaymeskywing! You were very close! But the answer is... Drum roll... Dadadadadadadaaaaaaa scarnose's sister! A bit like berrynose having poppyfrost as a mate after honeyfern died... And, everyone is confused about why icepaw is an omega... Ok, so ice blue eyes, like she has, are known as mutations. Look it up on google, i'm too lazy to type it all up ? Oh, and if the emoji worked, tell me!

It is raining heavily. So hard, I think the camp might fill up like the lake. Its dreadful weather, I don't know who would even be mad enough to be out in all this. But the omegas have to do their job, rain or shine.

I drag myself up, and out of the den. Half a moon, and I'm still not used to this. I don't think I will ever get used to it. Never, ever ever. Maybe. I get down to the bottom of the camp, and I see that the dawn patrol has stocked the fresh kill pile. The water has filled up the camp a bit, so every step I take splashes. I take a fat squirrel from the fresh kill pile, and take it to grassfur. Her kits will come soon, she must be exhausted.

I pad in, and dawnpoppy hisses.

"Not too close to grassfur runt. Your imperfectness will harm her unborn kits" she scowls.

"I'm just here to give you this squirrel" I sigh. I put it in grassfur's face.

"Don't you go anywhere near me you little piece of fox-dung!" Grassfur screams.

'Sheesh, I just gave you some food you ungrateful old crone' was what I wanted to say. Instead I just sighed.

"All perfect cats gather beneath our perfect leader for a clan meeting!" Foxstar calls. I rush outside.

"Didn't you hear Foxstar say 'perfect cats'? Get away, imperfect cat!" Mistypaw snarls. I climb up to the omegas den.

"Follow." Scarnose whispers. I do. We go into the caves, and at a certain point, I can hear foxstars words.

"Rainpaw, you are now rainfall. Falconpaw, you are now falconwing. May you show no flaws for as long as you live" he finishes. Mouse-dung! He just finished. I rush back to the den, but I feel water. I look over to the river cave. The river is flooding. Fast. I burst up to the den, and try to climb down calmly.

"Great starclan, can't you omegas give a perfect cat some peace?" Mistypaw hisses. Foxstar smiles a sly smile. I can tell that if foxstar was our age, mistypaw would be his mate. Mistypaw is devoted to foxstar.

I grab a fat mouse, and start eating it.

"Hey, thats too big for you runt! Leave everything for the perfect cats!" Rainfall yowls. I take a bite.

"Still want it rainkit?" I tease.

"No way, I'm telling foxstar!" Rainfall hisses. Oh no. But before he takes a step, water gushes out of the omegas den. Oh no. This is too much. The river is flowing out of the den. I brace myself for the impact. We will all have to use lakeclans skill of swimming.

"I can't swim!" Thornkit wails beside me. Oh no. He's right. The kits can't swim. I grab him by the scruff, ready to keep him above water, despite the fact that he is actually bigger than me.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you don't drown!" I say to thornkit.

"I'm glad you got to me before the yucky omegas" thornkit says. "Mama says to stay away from the bad bad omegas! She says that we punish them because they disobeyed starclan! They look so disgusting, with scars, and limps, and they smell of infections!" I wonder what will happen when he realises I am an omega. He will shriek.

The water floods the entire camp. We are flushed out. All I can do is try to keep both me and thornkit alive. Or wait for both of our deaths...

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I am alive. Thornkit is alive. And we are moving camps.

What a disaster. The omegas are lucky that our cave systems weren't discovered. We are unlucky that we are moving camps.

We have decided to move to the wind blown camp. The rippling river camp and the moon island camp are too likely to be flooded, and the shadowed Bramble camp doesn't have enough prey to last the perfect cats through winter. The omegas could cope.

And that is how I am here, in a muddy den, with muddy moss, and with muddy fur. There is no hidden luxury here. There is a huge boulder in the middle of the camp, with a den under it. Foxstars den.

The other dens are made of gorse, and brambles, impossible to break through, even for a badger. And waterproof. And falling to pieces.

For the cats used to having new moss every day, this will be torture. Because naturally, the omegas are assigned to remaking the dens. 5 omegas.

Because unfortunate as it is, the flood claimed two cats perfectness.

And one cats life.

Limplegs body was found floating by the lakeshore. They just left him there, no ceremony or anything. The omegas will grieve tonight. Icepaw, bloodfoot, scarnose, ottertail and thornkit.

Ottertail got half of her face ripped off. A big piece of twoleg junk did it. I hate to think of what Foxstar will call her.

And now thornkit is in here. I want to cry. It was all my fault.

We were swept out into the lake. We could only see ottertail. The sharp piece of twoleg junk was swept in by another torrent of water. Ottertail managed to live, but with only half her face. I didn't pull thornkit away in time. He got a huge gash along his shoulder. I got a huge tear in my ear.

I try to come back to the present, but it is too painful. Ottertail and thornkit. Maimed forever. Even the perfection couldn't heal their scars. The perfection. We omegas are forbidden to say its name, because if the perfection couldn't heal your flaw, starclan condemned you.

The present is more powerful than the past...

What was that? I spin around. There is no cat in sight. Only me.

I put the voice out of my head. I search for more brambles, then I drag more than I can carry to the camp.

"Good job Icepaw!" Scarnose calls.

"Omegas do not deserve praise for what they do. Starclan condemned them to this task with a privilege, serving the noble perfect cats of Lakeclan" Foxstar calls. Back to his old self. Saying the words which govern our lives, and make us subject to scorn. I hate Foxstar.

We finish padding the dens, then Foxstar calls a clan meeting. I know what it's about. Thornkit and ottertail. I blot it out of my mind. As I brush the inside of the den free of spikes, I hear their new names. Half-face and floodkit. I guess there are just too many scarkits around.

We get moss, and we pad the dens fully, so every bit of inside is covered in moss. Way easier than doing separate nests.

When grassfur gets into the nursury, she can't help but gasp. We put little flowers in the moss, and we made some fake mice by skinning our measly share and stuffing the skin with grass.

"Yay!" Pinekit squeals. "Wait until thornkit sees this!" I burst into tears. Floodkit cries too.

"Your brother isn't our family anymore darling. He is now a disgusting omega, a disgrace to us all" grassfur hisses.

I remember the cruel things that are done to omega kits. I don't want it to happen to floodkit, but there is nothing I can do.

Nothing at all.

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When I wake up, I am sad. I remember all that has happened. Every bit of it. I look outside. Our den is part of the brambles surrounding the camp, and the entrance is outside the camp. We are isolated.

I think. One moon until floodkit becomes an apprentice. I know how sad that one moon will be for him. I remember how sad I was when I became an omega. I flinch. Foxstar is the core of all evil in my life.

I wonder which one is worse. Parents or no parents. I had no parents, and was scorned by all the cats I grew up with. But I always thought of dear petalfall and Rabbitleap as loving me, and every move I make. But floodkit... His parents are still here, he lost no cat... But his parents hate him. They only care because they have to. It is so cruel...

The flood has changed our lives. For half-face and floodkit, it marks the day their life fell apart.

I overhear foxstar in the clearing. He is talking with cloudleaf.

"Stone-eye and crookedtail are gone!" Foxstar yowls.

"No they aren't! You aren't saying the same about skypaw, are you?" Cloudleaf hisses.

"Thats because she is young and strong. Not old and frail like the elders!" Foxstar screeches. What an argument. I think it is obvious. Stone-eye and crookedtail are dead, because no cat helped them. Skypaw is good enough to swim. She might be alive, but the flood took many lives. Too many.

"All perfect cats gather beneath our perfect leader for a clan meeting!" Foxstar yowls. I stay in my den. I can see the ceremony from here. And I know what it's about anyway. Blizzardfur is becoming an elder.

well, that clears the elders den of imperfects. But why should I be happy about that? I wish I had their life. Being deformed without being scorned. Revered for many seasons of service.

But that was not to be. For I am a flaw born. They never get honoured with anything. Simply getting a warrior name is a privilege to us. I wonder how I will ever get mine. I wonder if I will ever get one...

I remember the voice in my head from yesterday. It was strange... It was female, I'm sure of that, but it came from nowhere. No, it came from inside my head. As I think about it, I hear it again.

Come find me in the star...

Where did it come from? And how could I find it? Is it a message from starclan? Questions buzz in my mind. But there is no cat who can answer them...

ok, sorry for leaving it so long before I added the question! Ok, do you want skypaw to live or die... It is your choice. Her life is in your paws... So throw it away if you want to!