So, on 'popular' (meaning two out of two) people in the reviews said to continue, and since i've hit a road block on my other stories, I decided that why not, and wrote this, part II.

Yay!

I'm not gonna keep you long; but, warning, it does change POV, but it's 3rd person and shouldn't make too much of a difference. Feel free to point out mistakes, flames welcome IF YOU MAKE IT CREATIVE (not in the DHMIS way) and not something stupid like 'eww what a bad plot'.

Creativity is dark, America is loud, if I gained ownership, I would be cowed. In other words, my poetry is horrible, this does not make money, it's written purely for enjoyment, and I don't own.

ENJOY.

Fireheart was confused.

The odd white cat from before had somehow turned into a giant, hulking beast that was carrying what looked like a miniature tree.

He couldn't, however, say that he didn't like the cat. After all, they had openly threatened and totally wrecked Tigerclaw's pride.

Speaking of Tigerclaw, he was not cowering away from the massive stranger, fear and shock clear on his face.

'BC' as they had introduced themselves, snickered.

"For the love of cat food, you can chill. I literally just said I was here to help. I'm not about to waste my energy decking you just for insulting me."

Tigerclaw seemed to relax, sneering, and under his breath, loudly muttered, "ha, you're just to scared to."

Bad choice.

The cat seemed to quirk an eyebrow up, an amused smirk, which looked unnatural on such a large beast, sidled onto their face.

"I wouldn't say no to taking a bit of misplaced aggression out, though."

Tigerclaw immediately backed off.

The cat shifted back into its original white form, grinning smugly at the striped tom.

"So, Battle Cat, what do you mean, you're here to help us?" Bluestar's wise, calming voice filled the camp, "Of course, it is greatly appreciated, but how did you know we required assistance? Did Starclan speak to you?"

"Um, first of all, Just call me BC, battle or cat or battle cat just sounds stupid, and I have absolutely no idea what a 'starclan' is, but I was told by Cat God to 'help the brave', and i've been sitting in a tree over there," BC gestured towards a corner of the camp, "real bored and all, for like, the whole day, heard you say that you were the clan of the brave, and decided he was talking about y'all."

"You were, sitting in a tree?" Sandstripe muttered incredulously, "I walked over there earlier, I didn't see you!"

"Of course you didn't, I wasn't trying to let you see me."

"But your coat is so noticeable!"

BC blinked slowly at her, before smiling.

"You've forgotten what I can do."

Sandy's eyes widened even further, if it was possible, "But, your giant form would've been even more obvious!"

"Who told you I could only turn into my 'giant form'?"

Ha, if only they knew how much bigger she could get…

"You can shapeshift to more than that?!"

Oh hey, looks like Stripes got his guts back.

"But of course. Ho lame would it be if I could only turn into that?"

Oh, the shocked looks most of them gave made her day.

This, was going to be fun.

"So, BC, where are you from? Are you a kittypet or a rogue?"

"Uh, what's a kittypet?"

The cat in charge of her, a rather bitter medicine cat named Yellowfang, scowled, "a cat owned by twolegs."

"What're twolegs?"

"The beasts that stand up on two feet and destroy land."

"... that doesn't explain anything."

"Maybe you're just oblivious."

"Maybe you're just bad at explaining."

"Girls girls, you're both pretty," oh look, it was Sandy, "but Yellowfang, you're supposed to be BC's temporary guide, and BC, please don't annoy Yellowfang too much."

"Can't help it," BC replied cheekily, "It's in my nature to annoy."

"Well then you're just going to have to try, won't you."

BC decided to change the subject.

"So um, during like, attacks and stuff, how do your… dens? Protect you?"

"They don't. The battles usually come nowhere near the camp. The dens are simply to rest and stay in to protect from storms."

BC frowned, "but even then, wont like, wind, blow them apart?"

Both clan cats stared at her.

"No." Sandstorm replied,

"Occasionally," Yellowfang diagreed.

"Since when?"

"I've seen it happen once or twice while I was in Shadowclan."

"Well then," Sandstorm confirmed, "I happens occasionally."

"Then why don't you fix it?"

Back to the gawking.

"We- we cannot do anything." Yellowfang stated,

"Why not?"

"How are we supposed to fix it? We do not have the option of using our forelegs like the twolegs."

"Seriously?" BC questioned, "that's your problem? I could easily do that for you. I'll fix up your camp."

"How- oh wait,"

"Oh wait is right," BC snickered, "both of you guys, do me a favor, distract the entire clan, get them out the camp for at least thirty minutes. Maybe forty, if possible."

"What's thirty minutes?" Sandy quietly hissed to Yellowfang, who shrugged in return.

"When the sun is directly overhead." BC corrected, "here, this'll help. Get them to some sacred ground or something, hold it up, and say 'I ask for a miracle.'"

BC handed over a can of cat food from who-knows-where.

"Sacred?" Sandstorm frowned.

"Doesn't have to be sacred, just open to the sky."

"Why?"

"Don't question it, dude. Just do it."

"But-"

"No buts. Just get going."

Somehow, miraculously, Sandstorm and Yellowfang actually got everyone to leave.

And that left BC with good thirty to forty minutes of work time.

She shifted to Dr. Mekako*, (* Dr. Mekako, evolution of Mekako Saionji, is a girl that rides on a large robot and always has a cat perched on her hat) whirling the wrench that came with the set. She picked the cat off her head and turned to the bot.

"Let's get this party started!"

"That was amazing!" Graystripe squealed to Sandstorm, how did you and Yellowfang do that?! You both literally summoned lighting and a being from star clan!"

Sandstorm chuckled awkwardly, glancing over to where Yellowfang was being swarmed.

She caught the old she-cat's eyes, following her gaze upwards.

The sun was directly overhead.

They had done it.

"Cats of Thunderclan!" Yellowfang yowled, "we have been able to preform this miracle through other's help, now we must return to camp."

"Who helped with this, Yellowfang?" Bluestar asked politely, not noticing the glare that Tigerclaw had on his face

"BC, now let us go, if you wish, Bluestar," Yellowfang replied respectfully.

Tigerclaw scoffed, "as if that filthy rogue could connect to Starclan."

"Hush Tigerclaw," Bluestar chided, "let us not be disrespectful to our ancestors, and those who have come to help."

And with that, the blueish-gray cat began the walk back to their camp.

"We don't need that idiot's help." Tigerclaw hissed, not that anyone was listening anymore.

The cats pushed through the brambles that led to the camp, but what was seen was not what was expected.

The grass, which had been slightly dusty and partially dead from the constant trampling, was lush and green, littered with small flowers, even having what looked like a patch of herbs on a higher ledge. A new, small river ran across the ground in the center, and the dens, which had been on the ground and elevated on rocks, were now embedded in freshly-grown, massive trees, which had odd flat slabs of wood stuck into the side, which formed a spiral up to the entrances. The old spot for the prey pile was now a large slab of stone, which acted as a cleaner and flatter surface. The leaders de had vines wrapped around the side, a small opening, which had water form the creek pouring out, sat beneath the entrance.

The only untouched thing was the highrock.

"What in the name of Starclan," Fireheart breathed out

"So this is what she was talking about," Sandstorm muttered in awe

"You knew about this?" Graystripe questioned the blond,

"Yeah, BC said she'd change things, but this is, wow."

"You like it?"

The cats of the clan looked up to see an odd-

"Twoleg monster! Back away!" Tigerclaw spat, "that white cat must've attracted it here! Now because of the rogue, we're going to be killed!"

BC peeked out of the top of the machine.

"Jeez, you can chill, man. This is what's called a drill. I had to dig out the path for the creek somehow." she gestured vaguely to the middle of the camp, "So, quick summary of the changes I made; it's higher and more sturdy, so it shouldn't flood or randomly collapse, the creek serves multiple purposes, water, bath, and it'll probably attract more prey, the dens are also much better insulated, meaning it'll be warmer at night."

BC hopped out, the 'drill' seemingly melting into her white fur.

"So, y'all have yet to answer my question; do you like it? Or do want me to change it back?"

And that's a wrap!

I am most likely gonna continue this, because it's a horrible way to leave off a story. So. Yeah.