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Also, I made a promise to explain the tunnelers/moor runners thing. If you have read Tallstar's Revenge, skip the bold print. If you haven't—pay attention.

So, before and during most of Tallstar's Revenge, the warriors of WindClan were divided into two groups:Tunnelers and moor runners. Moor runners were the warriors that the other Clans saw: Regular warriors who hunted and fought aboveground. But there are tons of tunnels that go underneath WindClan territory, and the tunnelers hunted in them during the winter and stuffs. But that program thing was shut down during Tallstar's revenge. This fic is set BEFORE even Firepaw/heart/star/Rusty whatever, so the tunnels are still active. The tunnelers and moor-runners kind of have a little rivalry thing going on. So, yeah.

Just a warning, this chapter will be REALLY short. But I'll post Mintpaw's soon.

"Heatherkit… Come play moss-ball with us!"

A pause, then… "I have a thorn in my pad!"

"You've had a thorn in your pad for ages! Come on!"

Heatherkit stuck her tortoiseshell head out of the medicine den. "In a minute!"

Featherpelt stuck her head out of the medicine den too, her milky blind eyes staring at Willowkit's. She jumped back a little bit, and Featherpelt purred. "Your sister will be out in a moment," she mewed softly.

After several heartbeats, Heatherkit padded out of the den. "All right, I'm here. What are we doing?"

"Moss-ball."

"All right." Heatherkit padded over. Her long, multi-colored tail was swinging anxiously from side to side. "Are you okay?"

She blinked. "Yeah! I'm fine! Why wouldn't I be?"

She said it too cheerfully, but Willowkit let it rest. Gorsekit lifted the ball of moss into the air, and batted it towards Willowkit, who caught it with her teeth and swung it towards Heatherkit. heatherkit squeaked and batted it away.

It rolled through camp, and came to a stop in the elder's den.

All three looked at each other, then, simultaneously, "You go get it."

"Heatherkit should," Gorsekit said quickly. "She hit it there!"

Heatherkit's yellow eyes widened. "What?! No! I just…" She glanced around wildly, as if looking for someone to save her. Willowkit felt something blossom in her chest.

"I'll go get it."

Without waiting to see her litter-mate's reactions, she took off for the elder's den. Maybe Flamepekt wouldn't even be in there."

She stopped at the front, and brushed aside some of the hanging ferns with her tail. He was, but he was sleeping. She reached a paw in, carefully, carefully, and snagged the moss-ball with one claw.

He sat straight up.

Willowkit pulled it towards her with a terrified squeak.

"Young one…"

"I have my ball, so I'll just, be on my—"

"You will know…"

"Know… what?"

Mousewhisker sat up. "Flamepelt, stop it."

"Pain!" he hissed, his amber pupils dilating. "The prophechy, the prophecy of four! StarClan has spoken! They will have their way, you fool, you flea-bag, you don't deserve—"

"Flamepelt." Mousewhisker shot Willowkit a meaningful glare, as if saying, Get out! Whether Mousewhisker was saying it or not, Willowkit's brain was screaming it to her. She backed up, out of the den, turned, and pelted to her litter-mates, making extra care to control her brain so that she ran normally.

"Willowkit! What happened?"

Willowkit shivered. "Just Flamepelt's normal weirdness." She batted it to Heatherkit, who hit it softly towards Gorsekit.

But Willowkit couldn't help but wonder.

Hey, I warned you! Also, just notification, I may start working on another story about a certain Thymekit… You don't know her. But I might have it out soon!