AN: Well, I didn't get a review (other than one which I'm replying to but not counting because it wasn't what I asked for-it was a reply to a reply to a review a while back. On a brighter side, I now know who Littleflower's kits will be! Once this book is over, there will be three more books, and then a second series. Anyone wanna guess what the second series will be about? I'm also mulling over an idea for an OC clan formed from old clan cats that fits an idea I had a while back...not sure which will be first.

Review responses:

SkyBlu112 wrote: "Sorry I haven't gotten to read this cause school and stuff but could you name the kit I described Stormkit or Streamkit?"

Reply: "Thank Starclan! Streamkit it is! I have her all ready to be born, now! Thanks muchly! :3"

~Topaz

Littleflower

She was no longer sure who would come out victorious in this-Riverclan, or Thunderclan.

Almost as soon as the treacherous thoughts entered her mind, she shook them away. Now was no time to think of failure. If she expected to fail, she would fail. Simple logic.

She fell back into battle.

It seemed like the battle lasted for moons, not minutes. Slashing and clawing and biting, she made her way through the crowd. At one point, she was helping Cloudstep defend Nightfall as he and Splashpaw dragged Pebblewhisker to the den to be treated. The old cat had thought taking a blow for Ashfeather was a good idea. A Thunderclan cat was wondering around missing parts of both ears because of that delightful little encounter. If that weren't bad enough, Nightfall somehow found enough time while doing that to argue with her about whether or not she should be fighting in her condition. Crazy tom. Litteflower ignored him and his scolding. She moved on, helping Hailpaw and Spottedpaw deal with a Thunderclan apprentice who thought picking on half-grown medicine cat apprentices was a good sport.

Littleflower looked around, trying to find a weak spot, some cat who needed help, or a good dunk in the stream to show them who was in charge here.

Time seemed to freeze. She was just barely aware of fighting going on around her, but it didn't draw her attention away from what she was watching. She saw Morningsplash, fighting with Silverstripe and defending the nursery, where most of the new apprentices were hiding with the kits, unable to hold their own against the warriors. Littleflower remembered hiding in their herself during the Windclan battle. Knowing the apprentices, they were probably itching for a fight, and stuck watching the kits instead. That in itself could be like a battle. She saw Frostlight, saving Greystep from having his tail bitten off. Greystar was fighting three different warriors again, but he was winning, and fighting alongside Rippleclaw, back to back, partner fighting. They were fine. Loudpaw was being cornered by a few apprentices, though. That was where she was headed.

She started making her way over, only to stop, confused at the sight in front of her.

Crookedclaw had been fighting a few warriors, but they were gone. Now he made his way to Greystar and Rippleclaw. He must be going to help them. But if that were the case, why go around like that, so they didn't know he was coming? Was he trying to surprise the enemy? Maybe he forgot the enemy could see him easily from where he was. Why weren't they attacking him, too? Greystar and Rippleclaw were trying their best, but they were getting overpowered quickly, and one or two warriors could have been spared to get Crookedclaw. Then, Crookedclaw leapt. He didn't aim for the enemy, as she expected, but Greystar, claws stretched out. Littleflower watched in horror. Greystar never saw it coming. Before he even had time to react, his throat was torn open and gushing blood. Horrified, the Thunderclan warriors backed away. Rippleclaw took advantage of this to press them further back. He hadn't seen Greystar's death, Littleflower realized.

Littleflower, however, had seen it and wasn't going to let Crookedclaw get away with it. Before Crookedclaw could escape, Littleflower slid between him and the corpse, shoving him away with a fierce yowl. Furious at being seen, Crookedclaw lashed out, probably intending to end her as well. Littleflower ducked, then lashed out, scoring deep claw marks over his face. Crookedclaw growled, then seemed to disappear. Littleflower looked around frantically. Then he pinned her to the ground, starting to dig his claws into her sides, and she realized he'd been hiding in her blind spot. There was no way she could fight him off like this. She closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable.

"Don't you hurt my sister!" Suddenly, the weight was lifted off her, and Littleflower opened her good eye to see Silverstripe facing against Crookedclaw.

"How dare you?!" Crookedclaw growled, "I thought Silverdawn trained you better! But you're no better than your sniveling sisters!" Who was he talking about? Littleflower desperately wanted to help Silverstripe, but the battle was taking its toll on her body.

"At least I put family first!" Silverstripe glared at him.

"Aren't I your family, then?" Crookedclaw suddenly purred, changing tactics, "I helped you all those times you wanted to learn more about being a great warrior. I told Silverdawn what a great recruit you'd make, and I even arranged the battle with Windclan so you could prove yourself. Shouldn't you be grateful?" Silverstripe hesitated in her swipes, startled. Taking advantage of the pause, Crookedclaw was about to rip open her belly. That was more than enough to motivate Littleflower to jump up and help Silverstripe send him running off.

"Are you alright?" Littleflower was just barely aware of Silverstripe asking her that, looking worried. She was feeling exhausted and hurting all over. If Ravenheart were there, he'd be panicking, she thought with a small purr. Nightfall better not say 'I told you so'... she thought wearily.

"I…think so?" Littleflower managed. "The...sky...dark...kits…"

Littleflower blacked out.