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Spoilers for Sunrise inside.

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Well, not as many reviews this time, but still, thank you to my awesome reviewers c:

Let me just say, I got a really, really good idea for something that's coming in the future of this fanfic. It's pretty epic, but it won't be in the next couple of chapters; but still, it's going to be in this fanfic. I think I know just the way to incorporate it!

I just realized that I haven't put a disclaimer in any of my previous chapters. I feel pretty bad about that, and I'm definitely going to put one in this chapter.

I considered activating my Brook plan in this chapter, but I think it's just a bit too early. I think I'll activate it in the next chapter.

Disclaimer: If I owned Warriors, would I really be sitting around writing Fanfiction?


Squirrelflight was out hunting with Lionblaze and Flight of Startled Heron, Flight, so I settled for hunting with Brook instead. I remembered Flight from the last time we'd been to the mountains; she'd been a kit-mother back then, but her kits were now To-Bes, so she went back to her duty of being a Prey-Hunter.

As Brook and I were leaving the Tribe's cave, I couldn't determine whether she was heartbroken at Stormfur's rejection or happy. She couldn't seem to settle on one emotion, so I just didn't talk about it to her. I couldn't figure it out, and that frustrated me. I was usually okay at reading emotions, so not being able to figure them out was like having a thorn in my pelt.

I yawned and then snapped my jaws shut when I misplaced one of my paws onto an unstable rock. The rock fell into a dip in the ground and I stumbled the slightest bit; my balance was improving, though, after being with the Tribe for a day. It was still pretty bad, though, compared to the Tribe's balance.

"Are you alright, Brambleclaw?" Brook asked me, her voice heavy with her Tribe accent. Once again, the emotions in her voice were tangled and mixed, sort of like melted snow. Slushy and intermingling with each other.

"Yes, I'm fine," I huffed, regaining my balance quickly.

Brook, who was ahead by a couple of fox-lengths, turned around to look at me, her ears leaned back onto her head. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." I rolled my eyes and quickly caught up to her, not liking how concerned she was. Couldn't she just accept a 'yes' for an answer, without pushing it and keep asking me? Why couldn't that happen?! What was so hard?

"Okay." Brook waited for me to catch up, and when I did, we continued walking. She kept her nose in the air for a few heartbeats, her eyes closed, obviously scenting the air for any traces of prey.

"Smell anything?" I asked.

"No." Brook opened her eyes, lowering her nose, and sighed. "Not yet, that is. We'll find something soon, don't worry." She cracked a smile at me and quickened her pace, waving her tail in the air, as if she was excited or extremely happy.

Like I said before, I didn't get what her problem was. Why was she acting so happy if she and Stormfur had just split up…?

I pushed the thought from my mind and decided to just enjoy a day of hunting with a friend. I focused on the path ahead of us while Brook concentrated on finding prey; it didn't work all that well, because we didn't find any prey.

As we were walking, I studied Brook carefully. I couldn't help but feel irked at how happy she was seeming, just a day after she and Stormfur had gone their separate ways. I couldn't help but wonder what was up.

Finally, curiosity got the better of me.

"Brook?"

"Yes, Brambleclaw?" Brook said, smiling and turning around to look at me with her amber eyes.

"Um… this may sound odd, but why are you so happy?" I hated myself for how awkward my question sounded.

"Why am I happy?" Brook asked, her voice confused. She stopped walking and sat down, curling her tail around her paws. "I don't get your question. Why are you questioning my happiness?"

"It's just…" I looked up and to both of my sides, trying to find the words.

"What?"

"It's just, strange… I guess that's what I mean to say." I sighed. "Look, you and Stormfur had a fight, and you ended your relationship. Why are you so happy, so soon after that happened? Shouldn't you be, like, heartbroken? That's how I'd feel."

"Oh. That." Brook looked at her paws with an absent expression.

"You don't seem very concerned by that," I said.

"Well, that's the thing." It was her turn to sigh. "That's the thing," she repeated. "I'm not very concerned by it."

"You aren't?" I asked, confused. I almost felt like recoiling; did she have no heart whatsoever? What was up with her?

"No." Brook was still looking at her paws; if I'd just said that, I would be feeling ashamed. But the brown tabby she-cat didn't look ashamed by her confession - at all.

"You don't?!"

"No." Brook looked up, her amber eyes cold. "Do I have to repeat myself, Brambleclaw?"

I had to repeat myself earlier, I thought to myself, staring at her. "Sorry," I meowed, "but it's just shocking to me."

Brook heaved a sigh and stood up. She turned around and started walking away, not waving her tail anymore. In fact, it was just the opposite; she was hanging it down to the ground, and it was dragging through the soil, leaving a little line behind her in between her pawsteps.

Not knowing what to do, I quickly caught up to her, twitching my whiskers with uncertainty. Why was she acting like this? Why was she upset that I was seeming shocked at her happiness? I had so many questions running through my mind, I thought my head was going to explode.

When she saw that I had caught up with her, she started walking faster.

Frustration clouded my mind temporarily. Brook could be so… stubborn.

"Hey. Wait up!" I called, trying to catch up again.

Brook just plowed forward, deaf to my calls. Annoyance sparked inside of me and I felt like turning around and leaving her, but I knew this was just some performance, and that she wanted me to follow her. She-cats were strange like that. If she wanted me to follow her, why couldn't she just wait for me?

She finally slowed down and allowed me to catch up with her.

"Thanks," I meowed.

Brook just stared me down with her wide amber eyes and said, "I will never understand you."

Nor I you, I thought.


It was moonhigh, I guessed; the cave was dark all around me. My eyes were heavy with exhaustion and my limbs felt like wet wood. I didn't feel like getting up and being active any time soon, but something was preventing me from getting my much-needed rest.

I blinked my eyes open and darkness greeted them. I could hardly see a thing, except for two glowing eyes above me.

For a moment, I thought they belonged to Squirrelflight.

I thought they belonged to Squirrelflight… until I realized the eyes weren't glowing green, but they were glowing in an amber color that reminded me of only one certain cat.

"Brook?" I meowed groggily.

"Come with me."


To Be Continued…


Aha, sorry for the shortness of this chapter. I didn't really want to add much filler, so it was just short and to-the-point.

I also apologize, since it was kinda boring. But the ending was quite vital, as was Brook and Brambleclaw's conversation. Brook is really getting bratty, but oh well… I didn't plan that, but it's just sorta happening. 0.0 First she freaks out on Stormfur, and now it's Brambleclaw… poor Brambley. D;

IS BROOK KIDNAPPING OUR HERO?!

Find out in the epic next chapter xP

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