Leefpool: Thanks! I'm glad you liked the chapter! :D

JellyVixen: Thank you.

Amazing Auburn: Sort of.

Foxtail of StormClan: :)

Guest: Oh. Thanks for pointing out that Jayfeather isn't on the list. I believe he is a surgeon.

NatanyaWolfsbane: I'll use Mosslyn!

No one guessed the guess the cat this time. :(

Disclaimer

Pebblewish: Hey Ravenkit come up here and do the disclaimer!

Ravenkit: No way! I've already done it!

Pebblewish: Oh, right.

Petalsplash: How about you Flykit? After all, you are important in this chapter.

Flykit: Sure! *Turns to face audience* Hello everybody and welcome to Flykit's disclaimer show! As you will soon find out, I am quite good at these. Pebblewish and Petalsplash do not own warriors, nor some of the characters. Now sit back, relax, and enjoy the chapter!

Ravenkit woke up in the middle of the night, feeling chilled. He quickly discovered that his blankets were only half-covering him, brushed to the side as if they had been accidentally pulled. Quietly, Ravenkit climbed down the ladder on his bunk bed, making sure not to wake Flykit, but when he peered at his brother's bed, realizing there was no Flykit to wake. It was empty.

Suddenly a frosty night breeze swept though the room, and the black tom turned to noticed that the window was open. Sighing in exasperation, Ravenkit closed the window and turned his attention back to Flykit's bed and spotted a sticky note on his computer. The note read: Watch this footage.

Ravenkit shook the mouse on the computer, and clicked the "play" button. He stared in confusion as he saw Flykit sneak into Flowerkit's bedroom, place dirty socks on her dresser, and quickly dash out the window and pull out his notepad, furiously scribbling on the paper, biting his tongue in concentration. He then proceeded to get caught by Flowerkit, engage in a short conversation, and jump out, Flowerkit gazing out the window, confused.

What, Ravenkit thought once the video ended. Next to the video, a button labled Live Feed was flashing, and Ravenkit face-pawed. I sure hope flowerkit's aware there's a camera in her room. Powering off the computer, Ravenkit flipped over the note and on the opposite side Flykit had scrawled: I'm in the gutter doing stuff if you need me. ~Love Flykit. As soon as his eyes finished scanning the note, the sky boomed and almost immediately, pouring rain fell from the heavens.

Oh no, Ravenkit worried. Flykit's in the sewers!

"Flykit! Flykit, are you all right?!" Ravenkit called, sticking his head out the window. He got no response. Cursing, Ravenkit half-tip-toed, half-sprinted down the stairs and burst out the front door, jumping in surprise at the force of the rain. Dashing to the nearest storm drain, Ravenkit poked his head in and yelled, "Flykit! Get out of there!"

Suddenly, Flykit's head popped up. "Hello, dear brother!" he said cheerfully.

"What are you doing there! It's raining!"

Flykit cocked his head, confused. "Well yeah, I know it's raining. That's why I put that slide where you're looking and why I built a little dam. So what're you doing up there? Did you just realize it's raining?"

Ravenkit blinked. "But. . . I thought you-"

"What, that I'm just a class clown fool that can't plan ahead or think about the consequences of his actions?" Flykit scoffed.

"Umm-"

"No matter!" Flykit clapped. "Would you like to see my 'lair?'" he asked. "That's what I'm calling it," he added in an undertone.

"Uhhh, sure?"

"Great! Just come down the slide and I'll begin the tour!"

"Tour?"

"Why of course! What kind of mysterious lair doesn't have tours for guests? Now if you want to see my lair come down the slide, after all, you can't expect me to stand here in the rain all night!"

Ravenkit nodded and joined his brother at the bottom of the slide. "Now," Flykit said, "shall we begin?"

Ravenkit gazed around the sewage area in awe. "Are you trying to make the Batcave or what?" Ravenkit mewed, only half-joking.

Flykit waved his paw dismissively "Nah. I'm going for more of a personalized look. See the beanbag in the corner next to the TV? Completely original! And that rug of the Mona Lisa. It cost me nearly a hundred dollars-"

"A hundred!?" Ravenkit interrupted, shocked.

"Chill, bro. I said nearly, but then I found one exactly alike at a garage sale for two bucks."

"Oh. Wait- how long have you been going shopping by yourself?"

Flykit bit his lip, and narrowed his eyes. "Hmm. . . Let me think. . . No less than five months!"

Ravenkit face-pawed. "And when we're you gonna tell us about this?"

"Tonight!" Flykit said cheerfully. "But not Vixenkit." Leaning closer, he whispered, "She's a girl."

"So how much money did this cost you in all?" Ravenkit asked.

Flykit shrugged. "No less than 30 dollars."

"No, I mean really, what was the real cost?" Ravenkit wondered.

Flykit grinned. "Dude, can't tell you, you'd kill me If I did."

"Okay- wait- how- why did you-" Ravenkit blubbered. Flykit stared at him, and cocked his head to the side.

"YOU CAN'T DO THINGS LIKE THIS!"

"Why not?" Flykit asked simply.

"You just can't! Hiding all of this- you know what? No. Never mind. I won't waste my breath. Just point me to the exit and I'll be on my way." Ravenkit spun around, ignoring Flykit's outstretched finger pointing toward the exit. He marched towards a large iron door, and opened it, not noticing Flykit's grey-and-white fur puff up in alarm.

"Ravenkit, stop! That's MY room! You need to go through the scanners first!"

Ravenkit turned. "Huh?" But it was too late. Ravenkit jumped backward in surprise as a dart lodged itself into the black tom's flank. "Ow!" he yelled, and plucked the projectile out of his fur. "What was that?"

Flykit grabbed him by the shoulders and dragged him to the couch. "It's not fatal. Just a defense in case. . . well, in case that happened. You'll soon lose sight in your left eye. Temporarily, of course."

Ravenkit blinked. "Yeah, I already have."

Flykit glanced towards his watch. "You have approximately seventy-eight seconds of consciousness left. Upon waking, you may experience mild amnesia and swelling in your back left paw. And perhaps a strange urge to tell jokes. Bad jokes." Flykit shuddered.

Ravenkit gaped. "How did you get all this security system stuff? Hey. . . is the world sideways for you too?"

"See that terrarium in the corner? That's where I keep my poison dart frog, Yolanda. She's really nice, actually."

"It's illegal to keep those as pets!"

Flykit shook his head. "No, only illegal if you're caught keeping them as pets. I know my way around the black market."

Ravenkit blinked several times, as if he was seeing his brother in a new light. Well, not a new light, but definitely a different one. "For StalkClan's sake, you're a SECOND GRADER! Why in bubbles world would pie have do that?"

Flykit looked at his watch. "Ah, only about thirty-one seconds left. At this point, you'll find yourself saying unintentional words."

"Flyspit! Listen to trees! This is plot away! You can't be brewing this!"

"Cue the numb tongue."

"Aaah ehh, errrrrr uuuuh!"

Flykit pushed his brother down on the cushion. "Look, the sedative's going to kick in in eleven seconds. I'll get a glass of water for you when you wake up. And I apologize if you dream about a martian square dance. I swear that side effect was unintentional."

Flykit turned away, and Ravenkit moaned in protest. But like a blinds slowly shutting, Ravenkit's world turned black.

Hope you liked the chapter! :3