I know it has been nearly a month since I last updated and I am so sorry. I have had so much homework lately and adding that to the fact that my Dad just had surgery means I had about ten minutes of free time since I updated. I feel really bad for this and will try so hard to get the next chapter up soon, though I can't promise anything.

PearlaH.Sweden - I actually haven't decided yet what they are going to do. Honestly: their decision will be as much of a surprise to me as you:)

Kira2667 - Yay! (tosses Crowkit plushy) I'm pretty sure Leafpool won't be going to ThunderClan, though I can't say for sure yet.

Snowfur - Hurray for you! (tosses Crowkit plushy)

Princess of Lightening - Yeah, I feel so bad for them. :(

Cloudfire - No sorry, but that is a really good guess! Thanks!

Feathersong - Sorry, that isn't what the dream was. But thanks for guessing! (throws Crowkit plushy)

Grace of Masbolle - (throws Crowkit plushy) Yeah, it seems like a lot of people want them to go to WindClan. If I can figure out how to work the "put a poll on your page" thingy I might put that as a question.

shadowfang from timbreclan - Sure, suggestions for the names are always welcome, though I can't promise to use them.

Aquastream - Thanks! (throws a Crowkit plushy)

Silverstreak - Yeah, I liked Heatherpaw too. I hope in the real books her relationship with Lionpaw works out, all the others have failed. :( Sorry, but that isn't what the dream was about. (tosses Crowkit plushy)

Kulani Tawanoki - Thanks so much! Don't worry if you aren't a fabulous writer right away, you'd shudder with horror if you read a couple of my first stories. (shudders) Thanks so much for reviewing! (tosses Crowkit plushy)

TotalTVAddict - Thanks! I definetly will have to do a lot more writing before this story is done. I have so many ideas... (grins evily)

Thanks so much for reviewing guys! Since no one has got the dream yet I'll give you one clue... but only if you PM me and ask for it. Oh yeah, suggestions for characters' warrior names (not just Leafpool's kits) are always appreciated. I already know for sure what Stormkit's is, but I'm having a lot of trouble deciding the names for the other two, especially Whisperkit.

Flightkit's heart was throbbing against his rib-cage, threatening to deafen him as he padded behind the ginger she-cat who was his kin.

I bet all of ShadowClan can scent my fear. He thought in disgust, even as he felt his paws begin to shake. His fur was already standing full on end and his pupils were black slits floating in his gold iris'. Something soft brushed his flank and he screeched in alarm, his ears flattening against his head.

"Calm down thistle-brain," Stormkit hissed contemptuously, his eyes flashing angrily in the gloom as he stared at his brother, "Firestar is never going to let you into ThunderClan if you keep acting like a cornered squirrel."

"Sorry," Flightkit whispered, looking at his paws, shame prickling beneath his fur.

"Is everything okay?" Squirrelflight asked sharply, twisting her head to glance back at the two toms.

"Yeah," Stormkit mewed, bounding forward past Flightkit to walk next to the warrior, his dark grey tail flicking over his brother's pale face.

Flightkit winced, Stormkit's blatant distaste stinging far more than the coarse hair.

He's right. After taking one look at my brother Firestar will never want a coward like me in the Clan.

Flightkit felt a burning lump burrowing its way into his throat. Firestar would probably let him stay in the Clan just because he'd feel sorry for the poor tabby kit, but he would never be a great warrior or help his Clan. He would fade into the background, a useless cat in a world of deadly warriors.

Why did I ever choose to leave Leafpool and Crowfeather? He asked himself bitterly as he trudged along, his tail dragging along the ground. I miss Whisperkit. At the thought of his sister the kit's heart nearly broke. She had been his companion and friend, closer to him than any other of his kin. She had listened when he spoke and in turn had shared her secrets with him, they had been inseparable. And yet now they were apart, destined to be allies at best, enemies at worst, but never friends, never kin.

"We are at the border," Squirrelflight murmured, her ears pricked forward and her eyes glittering as she stared into the woods before them, "Can you scent the Clan?" she asked, turned her head to look at Flightkit, though her question was intended for both the tomcats.

The tabby opened his jaws, drawing air over his scent glands as he closed his eyes. The scent was overpowering, far stronger than that of WindClan, and much more unfamiliar. For all of his life Flightkit had lived upon the open moors, and the scent of the Clan that roamed the fields seemed as normal as the grass itself. These smells of wood and leaves and must and prey were so strong it made him feel dizzy. How could he ever distinguish any cat scent from the smell of the forest? But he could smell ThunderClan's scent as a whole, and it wasn't too unpleasant.

"I can scent it," Stormkit growled, his claws fur standing on end with excitement as his blue eyes darted from side to side.

"ThunderClan's scent is very different from WindClan," Squirrelflight mewed, padding over to a strong oak and sniffing the bark, "but you'll get used to it in time. Come on, the sun is nearly risen." The she-cat started off again, crossing the invisible boundary in a couple of pawsteps. Stormkit followed eagerly at her heels, with Flightkit walking along behind them as he had before.

The woods were so shielded, so enclosing. The tabby cat glanced nervously around; there could be an enemy hiding behind every tree, every bush and every swaying frond of fern. Claustrophobia swelled in his chest, growing with every pawstep he took into the dense forest.

I can't live here! He thought in panic, I can't live cut off from the sky!

He closed his eyes, trying to imagine that the trees were no longer there. It helped, a little. But he couldn't walk with his eyes shut forever, and when he opened them again the feeling was back, if a little less strongly this time.

They walked through the forest for what seemed like moons. The sun rose, staining the sky with rose before settling itself and letting the heavens turn to blue once more. But none of the cats saw this change of colour, the trees were their sky, a tapestry of green above them.

"This is the camp," Squirrelflight announced, drawing up short. Flightkit didn't notice this sudden halt, and crashed into Stormkit's tail. The grey tom hissed at him, his eyes spitting flames at him, but luckily the tomcat was too eager to enter his new Clan to do anything else. "Are you ready?"

"Yes," Stormkit responded at once, trying to peer through the screen of brambles.

"Uhhh-huhh," Flightkit squeaked, his voice shrill like that of a newborn kit. He wished his ears weren't flattening against his head, he wished that he couldn't scent his own fear-scent as it poured off of him, he wished he were excited about joining the Clan instead of petrified. He squeezed his eyes shut.

StarClan help me!

The three cats entered the camp. Flightkit thought he might retch. The eyes of every cat in ThunderClan were suddenly fixed on him, their accusing, curious stares burning holes through his pelt.

"Are they rogues?" Flightkit heard a small voice squeak. He turned and suddenly met the wide, green gaze of a small tabby kit. He swallowed and glanced and Stormkit. The grey tom was meeting the eyes of the Clan, challenging pride glimmering in his blue eyes. Flightkit took a deep breath and looked up, trying to look as confident as his brother. But the moment he caught the gaze of another ThunderClanner, this time a grey tomcat with dark blue eyes, he felt terror blaze in his eyes and he looked away, ashamed of his fear.

"Squirrelflight?" a deep voice murmured. There was no accusation in the cat's tone, only curiosity. Flightkit looked towards his kin out of the corner of his eyes, and saw she was speaking to a lean russet tomcat with glowing green eyes. There was no need for him even to ask, he already knew that cat's name.

"Firestar," Stormkit gasped, Flightkit felt his brother stiffen with excitement as he stared at the legendary leader. Flightkit wished he could disappear.

"This is Stormkit and Flightkit," Squirrelflight meowed, and Flightkit knew the entire Clan was hanging on every word she spoke.

"Why have you brought them here?" Firestar asked gently, glancing at the brothers and then looking back at his daughter.

Flightkit heard the she-cat take a deep breath, and then she said, "Because they are Leafpool's sons."

Dun-dun-dunnnn! Next chapter will be awesome, with tons of dramaticalness! (dances for happyness) Oh yeah, if anyone can tell me how to put a poill on my profile I'd be really thankful. Thankful enough to give them an extra lue about Leafpool's dream. (If more than one person tells me I'll give the hint to the first person)

Anyone who reviews this chapter will get a Firestar plushy! Isn't he handsome?