Breezewhisker watched as Acornkit and Leopardkit tussled with each other, both tom-kits letting out squeals of joy. Breezewhisker purred at the sight. He loved kits, they were what made a Clan strong, and RainClan was very welcome to the small ball of fur.

Acornkit soon got tired of the game and waddled into the Nursery, Leopardkit following the brown tabby. Breezewhisker saw Otterleap smile as her kittens entered the Nursery.

Breezewhisker remembered his days in the Nursery, playing with his brother Sharpfang. He could practically see the warmth his mother had in her eyes. A claw seemed to pierce his heart as he remembered his mother.

Her name was Greyrose.

Breezewhisker closed his eyes, fighting back tears as memories came back to mind, plaguing him with grief and sadness.

Breezepaw raced alongside his brother, Sharppaw, escaping the flames that engulfed the RainClan camp. Breezepaw had been terrified when Lightning struck the tree near the Nursery, and the fire that had started. He could almost still feel the terrible warmth and the smoke had made it hard for him to smell anything.

Soon the RainClan cats reached a clearing within the territory that was free of the flames. He saw Smokestar climb onto a small boulder in the corner.

"Is everyone alright? Are we all here?" he called.

Breezepaw looked around, trying to see if all his clanmates were here. His eyes widened when he knew he couldn't see two pelts.

"Greyrose and Sweetkit aren't here!" he yowled, fear gripping his every thought. They must've gotten stuck in camp! He looked at Smokestar. Surely his leader would know what to do. Smokestar looked worried. He looked down, obviously thinking. A heartbeat later he looked at his clanmates, "We can do nothing for them except pray to StarClan that they made it out alright."

Yowls of outrage rang across the clearing.

"Do you have bees in your brain?! We can't leave them to die in the flames."
"We have to do something!"
"There is a kit in there! You can't leave a queen and her child to die!"

Many more yowls like those were said by Breezepaw's clanmates. Breezepaw didn't say anything, he was too shocked to. He looked at his brother, who gave him a similar look of fear and confusion as Breezepaw gave him.

Then, an idea popped into Breezepaw's head.

He looked at his paws. Was he really mouse-brained enough to go through with it? Could he even muster up the courage to do something like that? He bit his lip, pondering exactly if he should take such a course of action.

Finally, he took a deep breath and broke away from the crowd, heading for the orange and red flames. He could hear the yowls of his clanmates calling him back, telling him it was dangerous, but he ignored them; he had to save Greyrose. The heat from the flames was almost unbearable, he felt as if the fire would make his fur melt off like ice under the new-leaf sun. He soon stopped and let out a cough. The smoke was strong now. His eyes widened as he spotted a familiar rock. The Flat-Stone! He was in the middle of RainClan camp; in the middle of the chaos.

He let out another cough before yowling, "Greyrose! Sweetkit! Are you here!?" he called. He walked around, avoiding the dancing flames. They roared and made it almost hard for him to hear his own thoughts.

SMASH!

Breezepaw heard a small wail after something crashed into the earth. He squinted his eyes towards the sound and saw what he had been looking for. The Nursery!

He ran over to it, seeing that half of the tree that lightning had struck had fallen into the entrance.

"Greyrose! Sweetkit!" he called. An opening, small but big enough to see through, he saw a flicker of movement, then saw a she-cat with a grey tabby pelt, her green-blue eyes glittered with fear. It was Greyrose. Breezepaw could see his little sister, Sweetkit, looking around with large eyes as she was crouching inside her nest, her calico pelt prickling.

"Breezepaw? What are you doing here!?" Greyrose asked before going into a fit of coughing, Sweetkit joining her as Greyrose stopped.

"I came to save you! We need to get you out of there!" he yowled, trying to make his voice loud enough over the flames. The heat was getting hotter and a line of fire was making it's way behind the RainClan apprentice. The fallen off piece of tree was burning, smoke filling the air. It would be difficult to get out of, but Breezepaw had to try. He looked around. The spot where he could see his mother was too small and high to get through, even for Sweetkit, since she had gotten bigger as she recently became 4 moons old. Breezepaw looked all around but every opening was too small or covered in flames. He looked at his mother again, "I can't find a way to get you out, but I'll do everything I can to free you." he said. He tried grabbing the tree by a stray twig, but it was too heavy and soon the flames took over the branch, making grabbing it impossible.

"You need to leave!" Greyrose ordered. Her tone was serious, along with her gaze.

"B-but i can't just leave you he-" he was interrupted by a bout of coughing. He felt dizzy, the smoke was a lot.

"Get-" Greyrose coughed, "Out!"

"But-" Breezepaw began.

"NOW!" his mother yowled.

Breezepaw hesitated, but after a moment, the pale grey tabby turned around and ran out of the camp, cough rattling him every now and then, making him stop. Tears welled in his eyes, not from just the smoke, byt from leaving his kin inside the flames. He ran past burning trees and bushes. A tree creaked and a branch fell in front of him, the fire nibbling on the bark. Breezepaw jumped and ran the other way, dodging a line of fire and racing through the trees. Something dropped on his muzzle but he ignored it. Soon, the flames disappeared behind him as he reached the clearing where RainClan took refuge. Sharppaw ran up to Breezepaw and shove his muzzle into Breezepaw's chest. It was obvious that Breezepaw's brother was scared for him. MOre cats surrounded the apprentices and asked questions about Greyrose and Sweetkit, where they were and what happened. If the RainClan apprentice was alright. As Breezepaw opened his maw to reply, a loud and long cough escaped his throat, making him feel more tired than before. Palesun, the RainClan medicine cat, made her way through the crowd and looked at Breezepaw. She shooed her clanmates away from Breezepaw, along with Sharppaw, and led him into a makeshift medicine cat den, where a few more cats were resting. He coughed again as Palesun instructed him to rest inside a nest. Breezepaw rested his head onto his paws, tears streaming down his cheeks and he cried, guilt plaguing his mind.

They had made it back to camp, as rain had begun to put out the flames not too long after Breezepaw's return. When they had reached camp, Greyrose was covered in soot and ash, and poor Sweetkit had patches of fur missing, red skin and flesh and pus filled boils taking their place. They had grieved that night, but no one grieved more than Breezepaw, not even Sharppaw or Spottedwing, Greyrose's mate and Breezepaw's father.

Breezewhisker turned around and shoved his muzzle into his paws and tears started to well up again. The sad thing about this tale is, that Breezewhisker will never know that it wasn't his fault that the flames had killed his kin. He will forever live with this guilt on his shoulders, no one able to convince him that nothing that happened then was his fault until his own death.