Well hi there, guys! I'm sorry I left you for so long, I wasn't feeling well AT ALL….. Had a fever and everything… but then I had like, a million projects to complete for school… Let's forget about that, and remember where we ended in this suspsenful fanfic! But take one minute to log into Fanfiction and glare at its homepage because it still underlines EVERY SINGLE THING I WRITE.
First for the disclaimer:
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If I ever own Warriors it will be in my dreams. If I owned Warriors, Yellowfang would have adopted Firepaw. Awwwww, so cute….
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After that, you can tell I don't own Warriors. The two practically loathed each other at first… let's not get on the topic of what the Harry Potter series would be like if I owned them….
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Thanks for reviewing, guys! Lots of them, this time! I award you all with a lovable, world-ruling Hawkfrost plushie! D
Dawg2T4- You must have PHYSIC POWERS O
Michaiah- Stay tuned, for here it is! I like cherry pie. Thank you for the cherry pie!
Lynn- Thanks!! I hope you keep on reading!
Rayshia- Mousecry, yes… I thought it was interesting. I was originally going to have one of Brambleclaw's kits be called "Eaglekit" so their Warrior name could be Eaglecry, but I thought of better names. Of course you get your plushie! Brace yourself for soft, cuddly world domination all in a plushie!
Pheonix Falconer- Well, you guessed it! You must be physic as well! OH NO! XD
Rainstar- That's what I love about some fan fictions- once you start reading, you can't stop! Love the cat smiley!
Kylyn- ANOTHER PHYSIC PERSON! It was quite obvious… I have an idea for the plot that has to do with that one tiny little kit!
Moonheart37327- How many physic people are out there?! XD joking! Well, the kit will kind of be like Jaypaw… not blind, and not with the same powers (well, no powers really) but special all the same!
Lighty- Birchy and Whitey, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!
Spottedtalon- Fluffy, cuddly, world-domination for you! I award you a Hawkfrost plushie!
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Any reviewers this time 'round get a one-of-a-kind "Lyin' Leafpool™" doll!
--+Lyin' Leafpool™ dolls are © Dewfeather 2008+--
'Twas a jooooooooooke… No such thing as Lyin' Leafpool™ dolls… MADE IT UP!
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Wherever this kit had come from, it was not the forest.
It had been three days since the foundling kit had made its home in ThunderClan, and the kit, who had pale, brown fur and gray and black splotches- which was another reason for Brambleclaw to suspect Leafpool of not innocently finding it in the forest- was now nursing alongside his trio of offspring in the warm curve of Squirrelflight's belly. The Clan was recovering from the sudden shock of their Medicine Cat showing up with a kit dangling precariously from her jaws, but a sense of suspicion still hung thick in the air like humidity on a hot Greenleaf day. The kit was settling in fine, yes, but the remaining kits in the nursery, along with the youngest apprentices, were inclined to find out exactly where this kit had come from and if it shared their ThunderClan blood.
One warm morning just before sunhigh, Brambleclaw was stretched out in front of the nursery, listening to the soft mews of the kittens and the hustle and bustle of a camp nearing mid-day. The tip of his tail-tip twitched endlessly as the heat of the sun settled into his thick tabby fur, making it stick together in clumps. He could feel cooler air flowing from the nursery's dark inside, but he felt inclined to rest in the heat, with nothing in the world to worry about.
That was, until he felt a paw prod into his fur on his spine.
Brambleclaw's tail-tip froze in mid-twitch as he looked up and saw his mate staring at him with serious green eyes. Her ginger fur was smooth, which meant she wasn't anxious, but Brambleclaw could read Squirrelflight's by not just looking at her fur and eyes. He could tell something was up. In a hoarse voice, he mewed, "Squirrelflight? What is it?"
Squirrelflight twitched her whiskers at his greeting. "Oh, nothing much. Just… well… nothing's necessarily wrong…."
Brambleclaw blinked his amber eyes disbelievingly. "Squirrelflight, stop with the fluff. Just tell me, fact for fact. I know something's wrong, and you can't deny the fact that I'm right." He spoke with such force that Squirrelflight blinked in surprise and looked at her paws with hesitant eyes.
"It's something about Nettlekit," Squirrelflight mewed, naming the kit that had mysteriously showed up with Leafpool. "He…"
"He what?" Brambleclaw snapped, fully attentive now whereas he'd been sleepy from the sun and the lazy day before.
She sighed, her green eyes anxious now. Her fur was bristling very slightly, and it was hardly noticeable unless you looked at her closely. "You'd better come see," she replied quietly, beckoning to him with her tailtip.
The deputy stood, his limbs feeling heavy. What could be wrong with him? Brambleclaw asked himself, tipping his head to one side and asking himself silently. Maybe this could give us some insight on where he's actually from…
As the two entered the cool darkness of the nursery, a rush of cold air went through Brambleclaw's fur. His eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness of the nursery and he saw Ferncloud, her two kits, and then the four kits in one corner that obviously belonged to Squirrelflight. A shudder went through him as yet again his eyes locked onto his three kits who had the obvious look of Ashfur. But another, stronger chill went through Brambleclaw as he set his gaze on Nettlekit. Who was lying on the ground with his small head on his even smaller paws.
"Hello, Nettlekit," Squirrelflight mewed, as if prompting him to do something. But instead of doing something spectacular or suspicious, Nettlekit just rose, stretched, and blinked his eyes enthusiastically, just like any other kit from any Clan or tribe would.
It was all normal, until Brambleclaw saw the kits eyes.
How could it be? The world spun before Brambleclaw's eyes and he felt himself sway. The kit's eyes were a shocking, bright blue. Like pools of water. Like the feathers of a blue-jay. Like Ashfur's eyes. Like the sky and the sky's reflection on the lake's rippling waters. Like…
A bolt of cold shock swept through him.
Crowfeather's eyes! Amazement nearly swept Brambleclaw off of his paws as the dreadful realization hit him.
Could Leafpool not have left Crowfeather after the two ran away and returned? Could they have still met? Could they be the parents of this kit? Stiffly, Brambleclaw turned to Squirrelflight as the little kit mewed a hello.
It was apparent that Squirrelflight suspected the same, terrible truth as she mouthed a word- a name. Crowfeather. Brambleclaw nodded briskly, and he glanced out of the corner of his eyes at Ferncloud. She was licking the tops of her kits' heads, with no clue of the truth hanging over their heads like a cloud of mist.
After a quick hello to all four of the kits, Brambleclaw and Squirrelflight padded out of the nursery. The sun hit Brambleclaw's pelt like a wave and he shuddered. Squirrelflight flicked her tail to the Medicine Cat's Den, and Brambleclaw blinked his agreement. "Let's," Brambleclaw mewed stiffly.
The two padded into the Medicine Cat Den and were greeted by the sight of Leafpool organizing her herbs into neat little piles with her small, delicate paws. As she heard Brambleclaw and Squirrelflight enter, Leafpool looked up and offered a smile, turning away from her herbs.
"Hello!" Leafpool mewed, raising her chin into the air to meet the two taller cats' gazes. "Are you feeling alright?"
"Yes, we're feeling fine, Leafpool," Squirrelflight mewed, padding up and rubbing her cheek against her sister's affectionately. She briefly twined tails with her sister, but soon the action was over, and Brambleclaw felt the air fill with tension.
Leafpool turned to Brambleclaw, dipping her head. "Hello."
Brambleclaw nodded a greeting to Leafpool, and then padded forward, feeling terribly hesitant to ask the Medicine Cat- who not only was the Medicine Cat, but his mate's sister- such a private question.
"Leafpool, confess." Brambleclaw broke the already thin ice with those two, impacting words.
Shock blazed in her amber eyes. "What are you talking about, Brambleclaw?" Leafpool mewed, looking at him. A worry was now creeping into her eyes, replacing the shock. Her tail was twitching slowly.
"About Nettlekit. Confess."
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SORRY IT'S SO SHORT! That's all I could come up with today… I have no inspiration whatsoever right now…
But anyways! Will Leafpool SPILL THE BEANS?! Or, more likely, will she spill the mice?
Stay tuned!
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