Hello! We'll resume where we left off... what happened to the kits?

Sharpbreeze: I totally agree! I hated how Moth Flight's Destiny ended! Thanks for reviewing!

Emberflame: Thank you! You'll find out today...

Guest: Thank you for pointing those out. While I do appreciate that, I don't really mind if my characters, especially random filler OCs have unlikely pelt colors or eye colors. The original series wasn't realistic in that way, and neither is mine, I guess. I may try to change a few blue eyes.

"Help!"

His call was met with nothing but the crackling of the growing flames. Willowkit began to sweat, her pelt slick with perspiration and flattened in terror. Breezekit flattened his damp, sweaty fur and looked at Willowkit, round blue eyes gleaming with panic and reflecting the flames.

"Anybody! Help! We're down here!" she yowled.

A distant yowl sounded, too far away for even her sharp ears to hear.

"We're down here! Help!" Breezekit screeched, voice high-pitched and cracking with fear. "Please!"

Another yell sounded, closer this time. Willowkit pricked her ears and leaned forward to catch it, muscles aching with exhaustion and burning with heat. "We're... way... where are..."

"Over here! We're trapped in a hole! Quick, it's so hot!" she yelled, her voice breaking and fading to a moan as the scorching fire began to dance closer, the heat leaching into her pelt and singeing the tips of her fur. Breezekit was quiet beside her, except for a small groan of pain.

The voice sounded again, loud and clear. "We're coming!" It was a tom's voice she didn't recognize. She let out a faint wail in response, and curled tightly in the center of the pit, away from the scorching hot walls.
Seconds later, a pure black face with gleaming green eyes poked over the rim of the hole, before darting back as a wave of fire burst up.

"We'll try to put it out long enough for you to get out!" he yowled.

The face appeared again as the fire receded,bending over the lip of the pit as far as he could. "Quick, climb!"

Willowkit didn't need to be told twice. She leaped up onto the wall, her paws scrabbling on the crumbling dirt as she frantically tried to pull herself up. Finally, her muscles burning, she reached a height where the black-furred tom could finally grab on to her scruff. He lifted her up out of the pit and scrambled away, desperately running from the flames. She caught a quick glimpse of three other cats- a long-legged brown tabby, a sleek, silver-furred cat and a smaller, black and gray tom with amber eyes wide in shock. The brown tabby clutched her brother in her jaws, and was running alongside them while the other two sprinted ahead.

Then suddenly, a burning, searing pain scorched through her body, and then came blissful, painless unconsciousness.


Willowkit blinked. It hurt, so she kept her eyes shut. Every inch of her body burned. She could feel the texture of soft moss beneath her, and her twitching nose picked up a bitter, tangy scent. Where am I? What happened?

She tried to open her eyes again. This time, she could stand to keep her eyes open. She was in a cool, shady cave, tucked safely in a nook in the wall. The bitter scent was so strong, she wrinkled her nose and tried to shift in her nest. A blistering wave of pain rippled over her body, and the tiny kitten nearly blacked out. Carefully this time, she slowly turned her head to look at herself.

It was horrible. A large patch of her soft, beautiful fur was scorched off and her bare, stinging skin was slathered in mushy green glop. She sighed, wondering what had happened to her. Just the small movement sent a wave of pain shuddering through her body, and she turned away from the nasty sight.

Me and Breezekit were in the nursery with Mama, and I had that dream... then we sneaked out... and fell in that hole... and then the fire. She scrunched her eyes up tight and moaned at the painful memory, trying to shove it to the back of her mind. It stubbornly remained the center of her thoughts, and she began to recall more parts of the memory. Mama was sleeping in the nursery, and those other cats were there... a black tom?

Her thoughts were disrupted as a smallish black tom with white splashes hurried over to her from an unseen corner.

"Willowkit! You're awake! Are you all right? You must be in pain! Do you want to see your mom?" he rambled.

"Mama..." she whimpered, trying her best to ignore the pain that seared her throat as she spoke. "And... who saved me?" she rasped as an afterthought.

"I'll get your mother. She and your brother have been worried sick about you! And it was Nightstorm and his patrol who saved you. Big, thick-furred black tom? Bright green eyes?"

She nodded weakly, wincing at the wave of pain that came with it. She closed her eyes, wanting to sleep until her mother came, but she had barely dozed off when the black and white cat gently shook her awake. She blinked tiredly up at him, noticing her brother and her mother looking down at her, their eyes wide and nervous. She realized that one of Breezekit's eyes was developing a ring of amber around the iris, while the other was a faint, smudged ring of green that was nearly unnoticeable.

"Mama..." she croaked.

Smokethistle hushed her, bending down to gently lick the top of her forehead and moving on to groom the rest of her un-burned fur. When she was done, she sat up straight. Breezekit gave her a warning glance, and Willowkit shrank back in her nest, anticipating the scolding.

"What were you thinking?" she exploded, amber eyes burning with anger. "There's a reason why we don't let kits out of camp! You should know better! You're so young too... You're lucky they found you in time!" Her voice shook. "I just didn't want you to get hurt, and look what happened!" The fire died from her tired eyes. "I just want you to be safe..."

"I'm so sorry, Mama," she whispered, voice shaking.

Her mother leaned down and rasped her tongue across her forehead. "Shh, it's okay, baby. Just never do that again."

Breezekit poked his head out from behind Smokethistle. "We won't!"

Smokethistle chuckled. "I'm sure you won't. Now, I'll leave you be." She licked her head one last time, picked up Breezekit and left the den.

Gratefully, Willowkit closed her eyes and slept for awhile, just waking up when her father went to check in on her, and quickly falling asleep again.

"Oh, Willowkit, I remember sneaking out one day, with my brother and sister Foxtail and Briarfur. We barely made it outside normally, but this time we made it all the way to the lake until Foxtail- then Foxkit- twisted his paw and we had to carry him all the way back to camp." Swiftfoot sat by his tiny daughter's nest, grooming her and telling her a story. "We got such a scolding by Ashstar, even though he was old, I think he wanted to eat us whole!" He continued to lap at her soft fur, unaware that she was fast asleep.

"I'm going to go get some fresh-kill. I'll be back," he promised.

He turned around. "I'm just glad you didn't get yourself killed..." he murmured to her as he left the den, slipping out into the light leaf-fall breeze to go fetch a mouse for his mate.

He padded up next to her, where she lay outside the medicine den. "Where's Breezekit?" he wondered.

"Inside playing moss-ball with himself. Berryleaf's got her eye on him."

He set the mouse down next to Smokethistle, easing down on his paws so he wouldn't hurt the paw recovering from a thorn. He went in for a bite, relishing the comforting, musky taste among all the stress, and letting the breeze soak into his hot, sweaty fur. He pressed closer to his mate.

"I'm just glad they're safe," Smokethistle murmured, leaning into him and resting her head on his shoulder. He sighed, and snuggled into her thick, soft fur, purring.

How'd you like the new POV? Sorry if this chapter was a little lackluster. I'll try to update again soon.

QOTD: What do you think of some of the canon relationships? What do you like? What do you hate? What crack pairing do you ship?

Personally, I hate FireSpotted. He barely knew her for two moons, and they barely gave any evidence to prove they liked each other or even spoke to each other much except for the fact that "his heart fluttered when he saw the pretty medicine cat." And the way he always describes her scent as sweet and distinct... Wild cats smell like pee and dead mice. Deal with it.

I do, however, love GraySilver. Millie's a bit of a brat, always fussing over Briarlight... you know the deal. Graystripe and Silverstream truly loved each other and she didn't deserve to die.

A crack pairing I love is JayStick.

IM JUST KIDDING! lol. I ship Barley and Ravenpaw. THEY'RE JUST SO CUTE... The warriors series totally lacks in gay kitties.

Love ya!

~Stormbreeze~