I've received some questions from a guest that reviewed my story.

Guest: Now that you mentioned it, I remember that now. It's been a while since I've read my Warrior books...In all honesty, I hadn't realized that until you brought it up. Good eye! But for the other questions, you'll just have to wait and see. Thank you for your input though. =)


Three days after the incident with Firepaw, Bramblestar awoke to a quiet morning. Uncurling and stretching his cramped muscles, the dark tabby yawned before shaking his pelt out and headed outside. Bleary-eyed, the leader sat atop high rock and gave himself a thorough grooming from ears to tail. By the time he was done, his already glossy fur shone even more as the sun hit it.

It was a peaceful, tranquil morning to behold upon the camp. There was nothing to worry about except if the patrols were heading out. His ears pivoted towards the nursery when he heard excited squeals coming from the entrance. Just as he turned his head, Goldenkit and Smokekit tumbled outside, bouncing and playing joyfully. Their mother, Cinderheart followed more slowly, watching her two kits with a loving gaze.

Their playful banter lifted Bramblestar's mood and he reminisced about playing with his own sister, Tawnypelt back when they were kits in ThunderClan. Unfortunately poor Tawnypelt thought she would never fit in with her Clanmates and moved to ShadowClan, where she mothered a litter of kits.

Unfortunately, not too long ago her son, Flametail was killed while playing on the river of ice and Dawnpelt, his sister framed Jayfeather for killing him banning the gray tabby from medicine duties. There was a limited amount of things he could do and Bramblestar wanted nothing more than to lift those barriers off of him and let him go about being a Medicine cat again, but there would be suspicions raised and multiple cats would be unhappy about it so he did nothing.

He didn't know how long this would continue, but he hoped it would end soon. He suspected Jayfeather was going mad with the bars he was put up against. He couldn't go to the Moonpool to share tongues with his ancestors nor could he go to the half-moon gatherings.

It must be frustrating for poor Jayfeather…Bramblestar heaved an inward sigh before he returned his attention to the playing kits. But it didn't take long before a voice brought him out of dreamland.

"Bramblestar, would you like to go hunting? It's alright if you say no…I was just curious, and all the patrols are out." It was Squirrelflight. What was with her these days? It was like she couldn't get the hint he wanted nothing to do with her anymore, yet she persisted on talking to him.

Deciding not to brush her away, Bramblestar gave a reluctant nod of his head. "Sure, why not. The Clan could use more prey." He missed the excited gleam in Squirrelflight's green eyes as he stood up and faced her.

The duo picked their way down the rocky incline and then trotted across camp towards the thorn barrier. Squeezing through, his pelt brushed against the spikes. "Where off to first?" He asked, looking towards the ginger she-cat. Squirrelflight flicked her fluffy tail towards the WindClan boarder. "How about we start there and work our way back to camp?" She suggested.

It sounded pretty good, the closer they got to camp the easier their trip would be. He nodded again, reluctantly to agree with her. Together, they set off to their destination.

Stealthily, Brambleclaw crept through the ferns, careful of where he put his paws. His tail was just a mouse-length off the ground, hovering in place. One misguided step and he would send that mouse down its hole before he could react.

Placing one paw in front of the other, he kept a steady eye on the small, gray shape of the mouse. Its nose quivered as it scented the air. Thank StarClan he was downwind of it. When he was a tail-length away, crouched in the grass that hid his muscular tabby frame, he tensed. A magpie was sent screeching not too far away where he spotted Squirrelflight leap up from the grass. She missed the bird as it fluttered away out of her reach.

Mouse dung! Suddenly he remembered his mouse but by that time, the mouse was long gone in its burrow. "Gah, oh well." Frustration made him dig his claws into the soil as he watched Squirrelflight return to him, an equally frustrated look on her face.

"I missed that bird…the stupid thing was so noisy it scared half the prey away." She grunted, sitting down beside him. Bramblestar shook away his own feelings before turning to her. "Not every cat catches prey on every hunt they go on. It's lucky we got as much as we did." Squirrelflight's mood lightened and she nodded.

"We make a pretty good team." She purred.

By the end of their hunt, the duo was stretched out in a patch of sunshine, curled around each other. A warm feeling of happiness spread through the tabby's body and he never wanted it to end. Squirrelflight's muscles against his stomach as she stretched and then settled back down made him think of their previous relationship before their fight. The two seemed to be perfect for one another.

They lay together, basking in the warmth of the sun and each other. Squirrelflight was purring quietly and licking his neck fur affectionately, lulling him to sleep. He enjoyed the feeling of her tongue brushing his fur and the scent of the she-cat that swirled all around him making Bramblestar light-headed.

But that wonderful feeling suddenly broke into pieces when Squirrelflight murmured; I still love you Bramblestar.

Sitting up, he broke the tranquil feeling and looked at her with a shocked look. Squirrelflight, not to sure what just happened, sat up as well a little drowsy. He hadn't expected after all that transpired between the two for her to still hold feelings for him. He thought he had driven her away, but apparently not.

"What's wrong Bramblestar?" She asked, staring at him with a confused gaze. He mind was gone and all he said was "It's getting late."

Without another word, he dug up their pile of fresh-kill that was located beneath the roots of a mighty tree and grabbed as much as he could carry which were a magpie and three mice. His mind was still whirling in a spiral that he couldn't comprehend as he dropped his load on the fresh-kill pile and bounded up the slope of rocks. He collapsed into his nest and stared at the wall, still trying to piece together what had just happened.

Squirrelflight loved him still, which was the most confusing part. How? She didn't forgive easily and neither did he. So how was it possible?

How did they end up sunning themselves together in the first place when Bramblestar had only agreed to hunt with her?

How come he didn't realize he had unwillingly spent time with Squirrelflight and try to put a stop to it?

There were a load of things that Bramblestar hadn't realized when he agreed to hunt with her. Perhaps she had schemed this all along to try and make him forgive her. But Squirrelflight hadn't ever been that devious…had she?

There were a few times that the she-cat had tricked him into thinking a certain thing but they were usually playful and only meant to confuse him back when they were younger. But now he wasn't sure anymore.

What was Squirrelflight up to in the first place?