Haven't updated in ages! So sorry guys :(

Wow, I got so many suggestions for the kits' names, it was so hard to pick just two. But don't worry, I'll use the other names for some other cats. :)

Chapter 4

Breezepaw walked out of her father's den and took a deep breath. Graystar decided to keep the kits in WindClan, as they were too young to manage on their own.

But even tough Graystar pretended to be calm, Breezepaw could tell that something was bothering him.

Perhaps I'm just overreacting? Breezepaw wondered. Maybe Graystar's just worried will the kits survive.

''Hey! Breezepaw!'' she heard a voice. It was Blossompaw. ''Wanna share a rabbit with me?'' she asked.

''Um... sure,'' Breezepaw replied, surprised. Blossompaw would never share prey with her. She was too popular for that.

She followed her sister to the fresh-kill pile, still feeling uncertain.

After they've eaten the rabbit, Blossompaw asked: ''Why are they like that?''

''Who's like what?'' Breezepaw meowed, surprised. Is Blossompaw going crazy or what?

''Everyone just keeps praising me,'' Blossompaw explained. ''Why? Most of the times I do just ordinary Clan stuff.'' She looked down at her paws.

''How am I supposed to know?'' Breezepaw asked, annoyed.

''But I don't want all that attention!'' Blossompaw complained. ''It's like they think I'm a gift to the Clans! All I wanna be is a normal apprentice!'' She angrily unsheated her claws. Her eyes were blazing.

Breezepaw was taken aback by this reaction. How can she not like the attention they give her? I'd do almost anything to have that!

''I'm sorry, but I don't know how to help you,'' she replied, surprised by the coldness of her own voice. Without waiting for Blossompaw's reply, she walked away.

It's been a few days since the kits' have been found. Dawnshine had named them Ivykit and Rainkit. Her kits, Nightkit and Cedarkit, were born not long after that, and altough Dawnshine loved and protected all four kits, she looked more than a little tired.

Ivykit and Rainkit were both still weak, but Bluewhisker was more optimistic about them surviving.

''Breezepaw!'' she heard her mentor calling.

''Yes, Reedleaf?'' she asked.

Reedleaf took a deep breath and began: ''I know you haven't been yourself since- well, you know when.''

''I'm fi-'' Reedleaf cut her off. ''Don't start with that, please. I've trained too many apprentices to believe that. Now, I know it must be hard for you right now, but we've got to continue with your training. Undrestand?''

''I- yes, Reedleaf, '' Breezepaw muttered. This was no time for challenging Reedleaf.

''Now, we'll join Stonewhisker and Willowpaw on a ThunderClan border patrol,'' Reedleaf meowed. Breezepaw sighed. Willowpaw. Great.

Breezepaw was exausthed. Usually border patrols would be exciting, because it would be a chance for Breezepaw to see cats from other Clans. This time, they haven't even ran into a mouse, let alone a cat. Plus, there was Willowpaw who only ever talked about how handsome Snowpaw- Snowclaw now, was. She was so annoying. Breezepaw was surprised that she managed to survive an entire patrol with her.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, she heard Graystar yowl.

Clan meeting? Now? It better be something important.

In the middle of the camp, there were three cats that hadn't belonged to WindClan: a muscular gray-tabby tom, a long-furred cream-coloured she-cat and a slender white she-cat.

''Who in the name of StarClan are they?'' she hissed to Blossompaw.

''I don't know. Flamepelt's patrol found them in our territory. They asked to see our leader,'' Blossompaw hissed back.

Graystar jumped of the Tallrock and came closer to the strangers. He looked calm, but Breezepaw noticed that he was struggling to keep his fur flat.

''What do you want?'' he growled.

The muscular tabby bristled, but it was the older she-cat who spoke.

''My name is Lilly. That's Mitch-'' she pointed at the tabby,''- and that's Diamond. We've come to ask you if you've seen Clara.''

''There is no cat named Clara here,'' Graystar answered, his voice cold as ice. ''If she were here, she'd have a Clan name.''

''Don't play dumb with me,'' Mitch hissed. Breezepaw flinched. This cat scared her. ''I know you've stolen her. I know! She went for walks near your 'territory' often. That's the only possible solution! Where are you hiding her?!''

''Mitch, be quiet!'' Lilly hissed. ''I'm sorry about Mitch,'' she apologized to Graystar. ''Clara was his mate and she was expecting his kits. She was a light gray she-cat with sleek fur and green eyes. Have you seen her, perhaps?''

Breezepaw froze: that sounded like the she-cat the found dead with two kits! How is Graystar going to tell them that?

''We haven't seen this 'Clara' you're talking about,'' Graystar replied. His eyes were as cold as his voice, but there was also a flicker of worry in them

''You're lying,'' Mitch growled. ''If I find out you've hurt her, I'll-''

''Mitch, quiet!'' Lilly hissed. ''If they say they haven't seen her, then they haven't seen her. Why would they lie? Let's go.'' To Graystar she added: ''If you see her, please tell us. You know where to find us.''

Graystar nodded. ''My deputy shall escort you.''

Mitch seemed like he was going to protest, but before he could say anything, Lilly answered: ''Alright. Goodbye, Clan cats.''

After that strange cats left, Breezepaw went to her father's den.

''Father?'' she called. ''Can-can I ask you something?''

Graystar looked over his shoulder. He purred when he saw his daughter.

''Of course,'' he purred. He licked her ear.

''Well, I was wondering... why didn't you tell those cats that we found that-that dead cat they were looking for?''

Graystar sighed. ''It's... complicated.''

''But they deserved to know about her and the kits,'' Breezepaw persisted. ''Why didn't you tell them?''

''Look, these cats... this wasn't the first time they came here,'' Graystar meowed. ''Back when I was still a deputy, a few of them came to our territory and asked if we've seen a silver tabby she-cat with amber eyes named Galina. We haven't seen her, and we told them so. A few days, a ThunderClan warrior burst into our camp and begged up for help. He said that the rouges have attacked their camp.''

Breezepaw gasped. ''But-but why?''

Graystar cleared his throat. ''ThunderClan has found Galina dead, near their territory. She drowned in a river. The rouges visited them not long after they visited us, and ThunderClan told them what they knew. The rouges believed that ThunderClan killed her, and swore that they'll avenge her death.''

''But that's ridiculous!'' Breezepaw exclaimed. ''Why would ThunderClan kill her? I thought they love loners and rouges and kittypets?''

Graystar purred, amused. ''Yes, they do. But that's not the point. These cats only care about revenge. They refused to believe that Galina drowned, even tough it was obvious that no cat coud've killed her, since there were no claw marks or bite marks.''

''But why?'' Breezepaw asked. ''If it was obvious, why didn't they believe she drowned?''

Graystar shrugged. ''That is a mystery to me as well as to you. Who knows? Perhaps a lot of them died mysteriously, perhaps they're just very suspicious. Either way, they must not know that we found this Clara dead on our teritorry. I'm going to double our patrols near the Twolegplace, just in case. I wouldn't be surprised if they'll sniff around some more.''

Breezepaw nodded. ''But, er...'' She hesitated.

''Yes?'' Graystar encouraged her. ''What is it?''

Breezepaw took a deep breath. ''What about the kits? Will we tell them about their herritage?''

Graystar paused. ''No. We will raise them like they are pure WindClan.''

''They deserve to know,'' Breezepaw said.

Graystar sighed. ''I'm sorry, Breezepaw, but I have to put my Clan first. When you're older, you'll understand. Now excuse me, I have to go on a hunting patrol.''

He nodded and walked out of his den as quickly as a fox. Breezepaw sighed. Sometimes she felt so useless.

''Breezepaw! Where were you?'' a voice behind her growled. ''And where is your mentor?''

Breezepaw froze; it was Swiftfoot, the deputy.

''I-I was just talking to Graystar,'' she stammered. ''About those rouges.''

''They're none of your concerns,'' Swiftfoot growled. ''Now, go to the hunting patrol with Emberpaw and Snowclaw.''

''But-''

''Now!'' Swiftfoot hissed.

Breezepaw sighed. Great. Now not only is the deputy mad at me, but I have to go on a patrol with Emberpaw!

Emberpaw and Snowclaw were standing by the warriors' den, Emberpaw washing herself. When she noticed that Breezepaw was coming towards her and Snowclaw, she sneered.

''Oh, I don't have to go to a patrol with you, do I?''

''Emberpaw, be quiet,'' Snowclaw ordered.

"Yes, Snowclaw," she purred. She looked back at Breezepaw and snorted. "Sneezepaw," she hissed at her.

When they've reached the ThunderClan border, Snwoclaw began: "Now, I'll go look for rabbits a little further there.'' He pointed with his tail towards little hill close to the stream. ''You two try to find here. And if either of you even dares to cross the border,'' he hissed. "I'll rip off your pelts."

Emberpaw rolled her eyes and said: "Sure, whatever you say." After Snowclaw left, she turned to Breezepaw. "Listen, I'll look for somethinga little closer by the stream. You go over there.''

''But Snowclaw said-'' Breezepaw began.

"I don't care what he said! He's not the boss of me!" she hissed. " You do whatever you wanna do; just don't get in my way."

With that, she turned away, her tail high in the air.

Breezepaw sighed and turned in the opposite direction, smelling the air for rabbits. When she finaly cought a scent, it led her to a hole, likley the rabbit's home. She stood by the entrance, downwind so the rabbit couldn't smell her, waiting for the rabbit to finaly get out of it's hole. Finaly, the rabbit peeked out and sniffed the air. Before it could react, Breezepaw jumped at it, killing him by ripping it's soft belly. It was dead.

Breezepaw felt proud of catching the rabbit, and just as she was about to bury it, she heard a scream.

''Help! Someone help! I'm drowning!''

It was Emberpaw.

Dun dun dun! Will Emberpaw survive?