Thanks to all who reviewed. Here's chapter two in Rainkit perspective.

The camp seemed to be in chaos. Cats with blood matted in their fur were being treated by the medicine cat, Rushwater, while every other cat paced in the clearing. Rainkit kept her head down, hoping to not catch any cat's eye.

Why did we leave camp?What kind of mouse-brained idea did I come up with? she thought, angry at herself. Was Dapplekit dead? Hurt?

Rainkit glanced at Creamkit, who also had her head lowered. As she turned to head, Rainkit leapt to her paws. "Dapplekit!" she cried out, delighted for a split second to see her sister.

Dapplekit's eyes met hers, though hers weren't as joyous to see her sisters alive. She held her head up and met every cat's gaze. Rainkit admired that about her. She was always so brave and powerful.

"What happened?" Dapplekit asked as she padded up to Rainkit and Creamkit.

Rainkit exchanged a glance with Creamkit, who seemed tired. "Well," Rainkit started, excited to tell their tale of adventure, despite how stupid it was. "So, Creamkit and I ran the other way. One of the young badgers chased us, and we guessed the other was after you. So we ran straight into a patrol of cats. How about you?"

"Me?" Dapplekit snorted. "While some cats saved your tails, I actually didn't have a patrol to save me."

"Really?" Rainkit gasped, eyes widening. "Wow! What'd you do?"

Dapplekit shrugged. "I climbed a tree and waited it out. It was the smart thing to do in the situation." She started to lift her pelt to get the dirt off.

Rainkit paws tingled with excitement after hearing her sister's story of bravery. "That's so cool!" she meowed.

Pawsteps approached, making Rainkit turn to see Brackenstar staring down at them. His eyes flickered with disapproval as he gazed. Rainkit shrunk down under the fierce star, but Dapplekit calmly met his gaze.

"What were you thinking?" the leader started, ears flat. "You could have gotton yourselves killed. Your clanmates killed!" He shook his head with disbelief. "I can't even thing of a suitable punishment."

Grasswhisker, the clan's only elder, padded forward, a slight limp in her walk. "Am I hearing this correctly?" she asked. "Three kits snuck out and caused trouble for the whole clan. It reminds me of two disaster making kits from my warrior days. Who were they? I think one of them was you, Brackenstar."

Brackenstar looked down. "It's not the point," he meowed. However, he looked back at the kits with softer eyes. "I'll make it fair. Clean the elder's den." With that he stood, starting to pad over to Rushwater. He dipped his head to him respectfully, then started talking.

Rainkit got to her paws. "That's good. No delayed apprenticeship. Only the elder's den." She turned to Creamkit, who sighed.

Dapplekit shook her head. "This is just so...," she hissed, her ears laying flat. "Let's get this over with." She shook out her fur as she walked to the medicine cat's den for some feathers to fill Grasswhisker's nest.

Rainkit sighed, looking at her paws. "She's mad, and it's my fault," she complained to Creamkit, who seemed very confused and out of it.

"Well...whatever," Creamkit responded ,absent-minded. Her tail curled around her paws, while she stared at the ground in front of her.

Rainkit's tail drooped. Am I the only one grateful for the easy punishment? she thought in disbelief. In fact, Dapplekit seemed lost in thought too.

"Here," the leader kit meowed, spitting out the feathers. "Help me carry these to the den."

Rainkit grabbed a mouthful of the feathers, wrinkling her nose. She didn't like it, and knew it was what waited for her when she became an apprentice.

Apprenticeship seemed exciting. Most cats learned to protect and help their clan, and they fell in love. Rainkit wanted to be like those cats. A respected warrior with a mate and kits of her own. She's raise her family in her footsteps and she's contribute to keeping the clan full of thriving warriors.

"Rainkit!" Creamkit meowed, shoving her sister.

Rainkit gasped, dropping the feathers. She stared around her, only to find her two siblings glaring at her. "What?" She looked further. They were in the elder's den and Dappekit had already started clearing out the old feathers. She realized how she must've looked, letting them do the work. Her fur heated up with embarrassment. "Er...sorry."

"It's your fault we're in this mess, so you take the dirty feathers," Dapplekit ordered, her voice wavering. "Ugh! You know, it isn't really your fault. It's partly mine."

Rainkit gave her sister a grateful glance, to which Dapplekit responded with a small nod. Creamkit, however, was worse. "How can you say that? Her idea, her fault!"

"And we both went along with it," Dapplekit pointed out, her tone sharpening. "What is this arguing doing us? It isn't helping our cause here. Let's just do the chore and have it finished with."

Rainkit felt a wave of relief for having her confident sister aid her. Rainkit knew she was too shy to stand up for herself, and she appreciated when Dapplekit stood up for her.

Creamkit rolled her eyes, lashing her cream colored fur. She took a mouthful of old feathers and spit them out outside of the den.

Rainkit watched her go, feeling a small bit of sadness. "Come on," she meowed. She picked up her pile of feathers and dropped it by the nest. She dragged the remaining stale feathers out into Creamkit's pile.

Is this my fault? I mean, it was my idea, Rainkit thought as she walked back in. She tried to lift her drooping tail, but a mixture of fatigue and guilt made it weigh as much as a boulder. I just want some sleep!

"Done," Dapplekit meowed.

Rainkit turned and started for the exit, but Creamkit darted past her, hitting her side as she went. Rainkit recoiled away, finding Dapplekit beside her.

"Don't mind her," Dapplekit meowed. "Share a sparrow with me?"

Rainkit nodded. "Sure," she said tiredly. She hated sparrow, mice was more her style. However, she didn't want to object.

Despite the commotion, the freshkill pile was stocked. Dapplekit pulled a sparrow from the middle, dragging back to the edge of the clearing. "So, while I was out, I sort of...strayed from the truth," she started. "I met a cat. He was from another clan."

"Really?" Rainkit gasped, feeling her interest spark. "What was his name? Was he from DuskClan?"

Dapplekit's eyes were full of wonder as she spoke. "SunClan, actually. His name was Ashkit, and apparently he snuck out all the time. He was in a place just outside of both our territories, I think. It didn't smell like either clan." She paused, taking a bite. Rainkit took one too, remembering she was supposed to be eating. "He wasn't like any other cat. He was different."

"You're in love with him!" Rainkit blurted, her eyes gleaming. Uh-oh. That's bad. He's from another clan!

"What the-" Dapplekit meowed, shocked. "No way!"

"Oh." Rainkit relaxed. "Thank StarClan. That would've been very, very bad."

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Chapter three summary: The kits are now apprentices, and tonight there's a Gathering. Dapplepaw hopes to see Ashpaw there, not expecting Rainpaw to do the same.