Van: Chapter 2!

Kai: No reviews yet, but I guess I'm not giving it a chance :'(

Van: All right, quick spoiler, said by our spoiler queen: Kairi!

Kai: There are seven chosen cats residing in the Clans right now. At this point in the book, their powers (unknown to most of them – Rainsong is the acception) are manifesting, or growing. Soon...mwa ha ha ha ha!

Van: Where did the lightning come from...? Oh, well. I've decided to introduce you to the Seven slowly, so that you don't get confused.

Kai: So, at the beginning here, we introduce Blossomkit, who was really my creation. Not Van's. MINE.

Van: And then we move back to Leafkit. I promise, her bit is more interesting this time. Oh, yeah, and Leafkit wasn't Kai's. She's my own.

Kai: And then, we move onto Roy.

Van: For now, he's Roy. We will be changing his name, just so you're not confused.

Kai: And lastly, yes, they are all she-cats so far except Roy. Never fear, another tom appears! (Hey, that sounded cool...)

Van: We don't own Warriors. I own the idea of MoonClan and the others evolving from ThunderClan, and I own all the cats in these books. I ESPECIALLY own Rainsong, Leafkit, (and though you haven't met them yet) Stormtalon, Roy/Starpaw, Honeyheart, and Milkbird. Kai owns Blossomkit.

Kai: YES!

"Aren't they supposed to have opened their eyes yet?" Blossomkit knew the worried mew to be that of her mother, Hawktail.

"No, not yet," mewed a soft, female voice that Blossomkit didn't recognize. She wriggled slightly beside her mother, mewling softly as she fought her brother, Sandkit, for the warmest area.

"Don't worry, Hawktail," a tom's voice said. It sounded kind, and trustworthy, Blossomkit thought. "The two of them had the easiest kitting I've ever seen. Especially that she-cat. Practically floated out. They must be strong."

Hawtail purred in satisfaction. "Thank StarClan."

"Thank StarClan," the other two mentioned, and Blossomkit squirmed in curiosity. StarClan? What was StarClan? Blossomkit was excited, and she wanted to open her eyes now. She wanted to see her mother and brother, and the strange cats sitting there. And so, slowly, Blossomkit opened her eyes.

Colors. Lush, green colors flooded her eyes. She was in something green and leafy – a bush, her instincts immediately told her. Her mother, lying beside her, was pretty shades of brown and black, with bright green eyes. She was looking at a blueish-greyish color of a she-cat, whom Blossomkit assumed was the soft female voice.

"Look," it was the tom's mew, and Blossomkit snapped her head over to the voice. A light brown tom with brown flecks was sitting in the corner, staring at her intently. "she's opened her eyes."

Hawktail let out a surprised but proud and satisfied mew, licking Blossomkit's head. Blossomkit shook her mother off, staring at the tom and she-cat she didn't know. "Who are you?"

"I am Leopardpaw," offered the tom immediately, staring down at her kindly. "I'm the apprentice medicine cat."

"Apprentice? Medicine cat?" this was making her head dizzy.

"Medicine cats help cats that are sick or hurt," Leopardpaw explained. "I'm an apprentice because I'm learning how to be a medicine cat. The 'paw' at the end of my name means I'm an apprentice."

Blossomkit nodded slowly, trying to process this information. "What does 'kit' at the end of my name mean?"

"It means you're a kit," purred Hawktail, licking her head again.

"What about the 'tail' at the end of your name? Does it mean you're a queen?"

Hawktail shook her head. "No. Warriors, Queens, and Medicine Cats can have any number of endings to their names. It signifies individuality."

Individuality? What's that?

"Like my name," the blue-grey she-cat stepped forward. "I am Rainface. I'm not an apprentice or kit. I'm a full medicine cat, Leopardpaw's mentor."

"Oh," Blossomkit nodded slowly. "I think I get it."

"Smart kit," Leopardpaw commented and Hawktail purred.

"Who's that?" Blossomkit asked, just spotting the tortioushell lump at the other end of the bush.

"That's Mothtalon," Hawktail pulled Blossomkit closer to her brother with her tail. "She's sleeping."

"Mothtalon," repeated Blossomkit. "So she's a queen? Does she have kits?" The thought of other kits made her excited.

"No," Rainface shook her head. "Mothtalon is still expecting her kits."

"Oh," Blossomkit mewed, unable to keep the disappointment out of her voice.

"Don't worry," Leopardpaw purred. "they'll be here in a moon or so, and then you can be denmates." Denmates! The very word made Blossomkit's heart speed."In the meantime, I'm sure the apprentices will enjoy playing with you."

"Apprentices? Like you?" Blossomkit liked the idea of playing with Leopardpaw. He seemed so nice.

"Well, more the others than me," admitted Leopardpaw. "I'm busier than they are – I'm closer to becoming a medicine cat." As he said the words, he puffed out his chest in pride. Blossomkit wondered if she would ever be so big as the other three cats around her. The thought made her very tired, and she yawned.

In a moment, Hawktail's tail had caught her and had pulled her back beside her brother. "You're tired," she said "Sleep now."

"Sleep?" Blossomkit yawned. "What's sleep?" But she was already drifting into nothing, Hawktail's purr ringing in her ears...

Suddenly, she was sitting around leafy things. They looked like bushes, but were bigger. Much bigger. Blossomkit had to raise her neck to see them all. Beside her, something rushed loudly. It was the color of Rainface's pelt, and Blossomkit felt the urge to go jump into it. River, her brain supplied her with the answer. And trees.

"Blossomkit!" called a voice. Blossomkit whirled around, glancing about her for the mysterious voice. "Blossomkit!"

"Hello?" she cried "Hello? Who's there?"

"Blossomkit!" another voice took up the call. "Blossomkit!"

"Hello?" Blossomkit cried, spinning around and looking through the trees for those calling. "Hello?"

More voices took up the call – more than she'd ever heard at once before. It made her head spin. Blossomkit sat down, trying to collect herself before she began mewling for Hawktail.

Blossomkit stared into the trees, where she thought the voices were coming from. And then she saw them, far, far away, but close as the trees by her. She could see them clearly, but the continued to call, not seeing her. Couldn't they see this far?

The first, the one that led the group, was a dark grey tom, who was staring at the ground intently, as though asking it where he should go.

Behind him was a brown she-cat (much smaller than him, but bigger than the others) with white spots. She was gazing around the group as she called, as though encouraging them.

Behind her was a red, orange, and brown she-cat with piercing green eyes like Hawktail's. She was much smaller than the two before her. She stood staring at the stars, eyes pleading, as though begging them to speak to her.

Then was a white she-cat, taller than them all but the first tom, whose shoulder sagged as she stared at the ground hopelessly. Every once and a while she would glance up at the brown she-cat.

Then a ginger she-cat, her stomach swelled as Mothtalon's had been. She stared at the clouds in the sky, and the sun seemed to shine brighter.

And then, the last of them; a black cat, smaller than them all, but bigger than Blossomkit. On his forehead was a single, stark-white star. His fur seemed to glisten slightly as he stared ahead, determined.

These are your closest kin whispered a voice in Blossomkit's head. They are not your bodies' kin, but your soul's. Find them, Blossom, if you are to survive.

While Blossomkit was dreaming, Leafkit and Spotkit were spending a relaxing morning in the elder's den, hearing all about Mousesky from kithood to death. Then, they moved on to Fuzzypelt and Mossstar. Finally, Redface sighed, "Why don't you go and do something? You can't possibly sit here all day, and I'm in need of a nap."

"She's right," Leafkit agreed, stretching her legs and walking out.

"Yeah," Spotkit agreed with a yawn as she followed her sister "where do you think we could go?"

"Maybe we can leave the camp for a little while!" Leafkit cried, her eyes sparkling

"Yeah!" Spotkit agreed, and the two kits glanced at each other, mischief making their hearts beat faster. "How do we get out?"

"Out from behind the warrior's den!" said Leafkit, bouncing excitedly. "I hear Rosewing say that's the best way to sneak out!"

The two kits looked around them carefully, making sure no one had overheard their conversation. Thankfully, everyone seemed to be lounging about. With a short squeal of excitement, the two kits hurried over to the warrior's den, slipping behind it.

The kits raced down the small stretch of land gleefully, and then stared at the slope. Both gulped. "I don't know, Leafkit," Spotkit whispered. "There must be something better."

"There's not," disagreed Leafkit. "C'mon, let's try it."

The two kits slowly made their way up the slope. Spotkit almost fell down once or twice, as did Leafkit, but they caught each other, and were soon at the top.

The trees were so big! There were so many new smells to smell, so many places to explore! Soon, the kits were scrambling about, trying to chase mice and rabbits, sticking their noses into mouse dens. They raced each other across the territory, but they stopped when they saw the river.

"Oh, cool!" cried Spotkit "the river!"

It was frozen over, and Leafkit padded up to it and prodded it with a paw, carefully. "We could almost walk on it," she said quietly.

"Walk on it?" Spotkit repeated "yeah . . . walk on it! That's a great idea!" And Spotkit walked bravely onto the ice, Leafkit watching nervously from the bank. "This is awesome!" Spotkit said, walking a bit further. She slipped, and slid a little bit "Oops!" she giggled, not seeing the crack that was appearing at her feet.

"Spotkit!" gasped Leafkit "get off that! You could fall in! Come back!"

"Oh, Leafkit," laughed Spotkit "stop being such a kittypet! It's perfectly safe!" she jumped up and down, and Leafkit saw the crack deepen.

"Spotkit! The ice!"

"Come on, Leafkit!" cried Spotkit, jumping some more "it's f – AHHH!" the ice had collapsed, leaving a large, open space where Spotkit had just been.

"Spotkit!" gasped Leafkit. She rushed onto the ice, careful to tread lightly and looked into the hole "SPOTKIT!" Spotkit was not there. Desperate, she looked up and down the river, in the ice, hoping to see her sister. A little bit downstream, Spotkit was under the ice, batting at it with her paws.

"SPOTKIT!" Leafkit yelled, running up to her, and foolishly jumping on the ice, attempting to break it and provide her sister a way out. But the ice didn't collapse, and Spotkit was moved further downstream.

Leafkit followed her sister, calling her name. Spotkit met Leafkit's eyes, and mouthed a single word : "Help." Leafkit cried Spotkit's name, saying she couldn't, and Spotkit's eyes slowly closed, and her body stopped struggling, flowing limply down the stream.

"SPOTKIT!"

Roy purred with happiness as the twoleg scratched under his chin. He nuzzled the hand, which massaged his head. Beside him, his sister Sunny rolled over so that the twoleg could scratch her belly. It was a wonderfully warm day, and the twolegs had ventured outside, where Sunny and Roy had demanded to be petted.

Eventually, the twolegs placed them on the ground. Sunny and Roy raced off together to hide in the bushes and begin batting at each other with their paws. The kittens purred in happiness as they rolled around in the dirt, dirtying their pelts, but not really caring. When they tired, they lay in a heap on the dirt. When they were hungry or thirsty, they entered the twoleg nest and ate and drank, careful not to awake their sleeping mother.

When they were bored, they tried to climb the fence to their father's garden next door. Of course, on their 4 moon legs, they couldn't, and instead began mewling for him to come over. When he obliged, they chased each other around in the garden, lasting out paws to bat at each other. Eventually, their mother woke and joined them.

The rest of the afternoon was spent lazily lying in the warm grass. Roy felt content, beside his sister and father and mother, and wanted nothing more.

But then Sunny asked, "Momma, Poppa, what's past the fence?"

Roy sat up, intrigued. He had often wondered this same thing, but hadn't ever asked. Momma and Poppa never went past the fence – why should he? Something told him that something important was beyond it, though.

Momma and Poppa exchanged a glance. "Savages."

"Savages?" Sunny and I exchanged a confused glance. "What are those?"

"Bad cats with no twolegs," Momma answered. "They hunt their food and fight each other and live very hard lives. And," Momma shivered. "they enjoy it."

Sunny and I exchanged excited glances. "Hunt their own food?" We both thought it sounded terribly exciting, but Poppa shook his head.

"I thought it sounded exciting, too," he said. "We all do, when we are kittens. One day, a mouse crept into my garden, and I caught it, eating it. I thought it tasted delicious, and the next day, I snuck out of my garden and into the forest."

"Did you catch anything?" Roy's voice was low in reverence. His father nodded.

"I did – another mouse. It took my forever, and I was very proud of myself. But before I could eat it..." he shuddered. "a cat – one of the savages, came up to me and he..he..." Unable to speak, Poppa showed the kit a scar on his leg.

"He...used claws on you?" Sunny's voice betrayed the horror she felt. She glanced down at her paw, as did Roy. Most cats they knew didn't have claws, but the kittens. Kitten's claws weren't taken out until they were bigger.

"He did," Poppa agreed. "he told me not to come back; said I was lucky he didn't kill me. I ran all the way back to my garden, and there I said." He shuddered. "I learned my lesson the hard way. Please, my kittens, don't follow my example."

Both kittens reassured him they wouldn't, gazing at the fence and shuddering. Yet, somehow, the forest full of mice and savages beyond still held a certain amount of desire for the two.

Van: Wonderful cliffhanger that Leafkit left you with, yes?

Kai: Is Blossomkit losing it, or was that dream important?

Van: Roy is a kittypet, yet also a chosen cat. How does that make you feel?

Kai: Will he go beyond the fence?

Van: What will happen next?

Kai: Is Van writing well?

Van: Is Kai annoying?

Kai: Tell us in a review. Please.

Van: Or a PM message.

Kai: Whichever.