Contains spoilers

Sorry it took me so long to update. I've been quite busy. Hopefully I'll update this more often.

I know last chapter I told you this one would be about Bloodclan, but it isn't. I remembered another important part before Bloodclan so I made a chapter on it.

Chapter 7

Brackenfur had an important duty, he had to keep his eyes on Darkstripe. Fireheart said he could not be trusted.

"You're actually going to listen to that kittypet?" Darkstripe spat at Brackenfur. The young tom sighed and didn't respond. "You're as low as him." he kept on ranting.

Brackenfur couldn't take it anymore, he turned around and gave him and aggressive hiss. "Quiet you!" Darkstripe seemed a bit stunned.

Darkstripe quit his whining. Brackenfur turned away from the tom and stared towards the clearing. He could see Willowpelt's kits frolicking around in the sunshine. The two male kits we tackling each other and rolling around in the dirt, there was another kit, a she-kit watching her brothers play.

"Sorrelkit, come here." Willowpelt called her tortoiseshell kit. The young kit darted towards her mother excitedly and rubbed her small body against her mother's chest.

"Mother, Rainkit and Sootkit won't let me play." She whined. "They say that she-kits don't know how to play rough."

Willowpelt meowed a laugh and licked her kit's head. "They're just being toms. Tackle one of them, show them you're right."

Without another word, Sorrelkit crouched down keeping her belly close to the ground. After a few moments she sprang up into the air and tackled Sootkit. The young tom-kit squealed and rolled over onto his back.

"Mom! Sorrelkit attacked me!" he complained. "This is a game for toms only!"

"Let Sorrelkit play, you two." She ordered. Sootkit lowered his head and looked over at his brother. Rainkit rolled his eyes and nodded.

Brackenfur purred with amusement. He stared at young Sorrelkit. She had a beautiful tortoiseshell coat, and her eyes gleamed with affection.

"Hey, Brackenpaw, I want to go hunt." Darkstripe mumbled.

"It's Brackenfur! I'm a warrior you mouse-brain." Brackenfur growled.

"Yeah, sure, whatever. Can we go on a hunt now?" the dark tabby tom asked. Brackenfur thought for a long time.

"Fine." He sighed. Darkstripe lifted him and trotted away, Brackenfur followed right behind him.

They were only a few lengths away from the ravine. Darkstripe caught a large, plump mouse and Brackenfur caught a vole. As they were heading back to camp, Darkstripe stopped and groaned.

"My stomach hurts. Please excuse me, Brackenfur." He mumbled.

"Where are you off to?" Brackenfur asked suspiciously.

"I'm just going to be behind that bush. Give me a few moments." Darkstripe quickly turned away and ran behind a large bush.

Brackenfur sat there for a few moments. "Are you done yet, Darkstripe?" he yelled. But there was no reply. Brackenfur sighed and grabbed his vole and Darkstripe's mouse and carried it over to the bush where Darkstripe was supposed to be. "Are you done yet?" he asked again. There was still no reply. Brackenfur peeked around bush….suddenly he realized that Darkstripe wasn't there.

"Oh no!" he gasped. He dropped that mouse and vole and dashed back to camp. He slid down the ravine, just before he entered camp he saw Graystripe. The young gray tom walked up to Brackenfur.

"Darkstripe poisoned Sorrelkit with deathberries! Weren't you supposed to be watching him?" Graystripe asked.

Brackenfur quickly nodded and before Graystripe could say another word he dashed into camp.

He looked around and spotted Darktripe in the corner. "You!" he hissed, he took a few steps towards Darkstripe then he spotted Firestar and veered towards him.

"I've just heard the news! Firestar I'm really sorry," Words began to tumble with out of Brackenfur's mouth. He was ashamed with himself, if Sorrelkit died he'd never for himself. He quickly glanced at Sorrelkit, he could see her small body laying there, Cinderpelt was keeping a close eye on her. Suddenly Cinderpelt looked up towards her brother and stared at him sympathetically.

"I want you to continue guarding Darkstripe." Firestar ordered. Brackenfur nodded and went over to Darkstripe.

"You can't even watch a cat. I can't believe you fell for my trick." Darkstripe chuckled as Brackenfur walked towards him.

"If she dies, I'll kill you!" Brackenfur hissed menacingly.

Darkstripe rolled his eyes. "Oh no, I'm so scared!" he mewed sarcastically.

The young golden tom had his claws sheathed and was ready to attack. "You blew it. Firestar will never trust you again." Darkstripe mumbled. "If that kit dies, you can only blame yourself. You were supposed to be watching me, but you did an awful job at it."

Brackenfur lowered his head with shame.

"Besides, I was trying to stop that mouse-brained kit from eating those deathberries." Darkstripe meowed.

"I don't believe you." Brackenfur hissed. Darkstripe turned away and curled up to take a nap. Brackenfur looked down at him and turned away furiously. He saw Sorrelkit's small body again. Willowpelt was next to her, so were her two siblings.

"I'm sorry Sorrelkit…" he mumbled. Earlier that day, he remembered how her eyes gleamed with joy. Now her eyes were closed, and he didn't know if were ever going to open them again.

Poor Sorrelkit, I thought she was going to die, but it's good that she didn't. Anyways, next chapter will be about Bloodclan. Thanks for reading!