Since this is a fanfiction and I kind of am not well with writing, we will be switching sibling P.O.V in the chapters. The main ones will be Flintkit and Sweetkit because they are new characters but occasionally I will go into Twigkit and Violetkit's life as the story changes. Thanks for the reviews and the follows by the way! Hope I live up to expectations!

Sweetkit flicked her tail, looking over the nest to the light outside their den. She knew she should be happy to have found a loving mother like Heathertail, but she still felt a tug to her littermates beyond the border. She stood up and shook herself free from the nesting material before leaving the den into the fresh air beyond. The camp was rather busy, cats filtering in and out while Heathertail was laying not too far off licking her chest fur while Brindlekit and Smokekit chased after each other. Sweetkit thought about joining them but she wanted to see how far she could see from the camp, she slowly made her way across the dusty campground. She looked up to the top of the hollow they were confined in and wiggled her back hips, hopping up and skittering dirt below her as she climbed up. She let out a breath when she saw the vast landscape beyond her. She felt a longing grow in her chest when she noticed the forest just beyond their own territory. Her little moment was short lived though because she was snatched up and taken back down to her clan.

"There will be plenty of time to explore when you're an apprentice." A soft voice muttered through her fur, she looked up to see the deputy, Harespring, staring down at her. She tried to bring herself to a smaller size as he spoke, nodding. "I know you must miss your siblings but you're a Windclan cat now." He quickly added, brushing her back with his paws. She let herself be scooted back but she didn't go running up to the other kits, instead she made a line for Kestrelflight's den. She felt more comfortable in the medicine cat's den because even though it scented of Windclan, it still carried the same herb like scent that Alderpaw had. When she was inside, she saw the medicine cat was sorting his herbs to set them out to dry.

"Hi, Sweetkit. It's nice to see you out in the camp, what brings you here?" The tom asked, looking up from his work. She sniffed at one of the herbs in his paw and almost sneezed on it but she managed to stop herself.

"I was wondering if you could use some help?" The she-kit shifted her paws, wondering if this was even allowed in the clan. Kestrelflight gave her a curt nod and pulled a few leaves down from his pile, pawing them to her.

"Take these outside and set them on a rock to dry out, okay?" Sweetkit nodded eagerly, grabbing at the leave as she made her way back outside. She quickly looked around the now barren clearing and found a suitable rock, sitting the leaves down proudly. She was about to head back when Brindlekit came rushing by her and knocked her off her feet. She landed with a soft thud in the dirt and jumped up, about to tell her to watch it when she saw Smokekit was chasing her.

"Come play with us, Sweetkit!" Brindlekit called out, ducking under her sister's swinging paws

"Yeah, are you training to be a medicine cat or something?" Smokekit teased, finally landing a paw onto the smaller kit's mottled brown fur. Instead of thinking about joining in the fun, Sweetkit considered her idea seriously. Could I be a medicine cat? Heathertail says they get to cross borders freely! She could see her siblings if she became one. She puffed out her chest and looked to her gray furred denmate.

"Yes, I want to be a medicine cat!"

-Flintkit's P.O.V-

Flintkit was sitting beside a small stream as his denmates splashed the water playfully among each other. His fur bristled as the water hit his face, he didn't know how they could stand the water on their fur but he was trying to. He stood up, about to leave when Nightkit called for him to come back.

"Come on, Flintkit! To be a proper Riverclan warrior you have to get wet. Icewing said it's good if you came here and played with us, don't be such a Minnow heart!" He quickly turned back to them and made his way closer to the stream they were in, it wasn't too deep. He took a deep breath and stepped into the water, trying to not call out as the water his paws and slowly got a bit further up. He scrunched his face up, why did he have to be Riverclan? He was in Thunderclan originally! Suddenly, he was soaked from his head to his toes and he shot a glare to the two other kits who tried to hide their snickering.

"Flintkit, it's nice to see you're in the water." He heard his foster mother, Icewing, say from where she was laying. She had one blue eye open as she watched the kits play, did she miss the fact that he was only soaked because of his denmates? He shook his fur free of the water and grumbled to himself as he tried to climb out the stream. He missed his footing and fell backwards, hitting his head. He let out a yowl of alarm as Icewing jumped up and rushed over. "Little one, the water isn't that deep." He stopped his flailing of his paws to realize she was right, the water hadn't consumed him like he planned. He got up on shaky paws and let her carry him out.

"Flintkit is now drykit!" Breezekit shouted, causing the two burst into fits. He growled to himself at the new name they had given him, surely he would get used to the water right? He was a special kit! He felt the rough tongue of Icewing cleaning him as he sat on the ground. He had been trying to keep himself upbeat but he still yearned for his sisters to be here, he wondered if Twigkit had grown at all like he had? Was Violetkit settling in well? Did Sweetkit like the moor? He felt like he got the short end of the stick with Riverclan. He shivered in his fur as he watched the other kits, he didn't really get along with them but Icewing made them play with him. He wiggled away from her and shook the water free from his pelt. He was now on the opposite side of the camp and the only other way across was through the stream. He rushed through the water to the other side, only to see that the leader, Mistystar, had her eyes narrowed and focused on him now. He quickly looked away and turned back to the water, staring at his own reflection.

He looked like just his sister, Twigkit, and it just made the ache in his heart grow worse. He swallowed back a cry and puffed out his chest, if he was going to be stuck in the Riverclan camp as a Riverclan kit, he would put forth his best effort. He could still feel the leader's eyes on him as he stepped back into the water. This time, he didn't try to get back out, instead he closed his eyes and let it lap at his paws. I can do this, I won't be a drykit.