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Last Time:

However, before they could get far enough away to speak, a bright light appeared and four more figures stepped out.


"What in StarClan was that?!" one of the figures yowled. She was a tortoiseshell and white she-cat that all of the cats recognized as Sorreltail. She looked shocked to see the future version of herself.

The cat next to her looked around. He was a dark tabby tom, obviously Brambleclaw.

"Fox-dung!" he exclaimed. He turned to his companions. "This is when we first arrived at the lake."

They looked around and their eyes widened. There were two other cats with them, one that looked like an older Squirrelpaw and a tom that appeared to be Brackenfur.

"You too then?" Firestar asked, whiskers twitching.

"Firestar!" they exclaimed, then Brackenfur asked. "What do you mean us too?"

He turned and saw the apprentices. Squirrelflight gasped.

"There you are!" she yowled. "We looked everywhere for you! Do you have any idea how worried we were?!"

She launched herself at Lionpaw and started to groom his fur.

"Mom..." he complained and Squirrelpaw gasped.

"You're my kits?" she asked Lionpaw, Hollypaw, and Jaypaw. They nodded.

Firestar purred. Sandstorm smiled at the three. Leafpaw looked shocked, she was training her nephew.

"Do any of us have kits?" Spiderpaw asked. "The apprentices or junior warriors? "Sorreltail does," Honeypaw mewed slyly. The younger version looked shocked, while the older version laughed at what her daughter had said.

"So does Brambleclaw," Hollypaw meowed. He smiled. "That's it so far, though."

"What about the senior warriors?" Cinderpelt asked. "You can't exclude them."

"Right," Poppypaw mewed. "Brackenfur has kits. And Dustpelt and Ferncloud have another litter."

"Can we guess their mates," Whitepaw asked, excited.

"Why not?" the apprentices said. "Sorreltail first!"

"Is he older or younger than her?" Sandstorm asked, enjoying the look of discomfort on her former apprentices face.

"Older," Cinderpaw replied. "He's currently a senior warrior."

"What color is his pelt?" asked Firestar.

"Golden brown," Hollypaw answered.

"What color are his eyes," younger Sorreltail asked, slightly embarrassed.

It was her older version that answered.

"Amber."

Her younger self smiled. Cinderpelt turned to the cats and said,

"I think I know who it is. Squirrelpaw's too."

"Squirrelflight, actually," the she-cat replied. "Who?"

"Well if my hunch is correct, you are with Brambleclaw," she started. "And Sorreltail is with Brackenfur, which is why you came together. Now I have one question. Are these your kits?"

"Unfortunately," Brambleclaw meowed, his whiskers twitching in amusement

"Hey!" Hollypaw and Lionpaw protested, while Jaypaw rolled his eyes.

"I have another question," Cinderpelt meowed, and turned to Cinderpaw.

"Did your parents name you after me?"

"Yes," the younger she-cat replied.

"Why?"


Uh-oh. Cliffy. Next chapter should be up soon. :) Went to see a gasterontologist today. We are planning next appointment.