AN: I love you, reviewers. :'D

Of course they're called CenterClan, Fallen! They're the center of the universe/forest, obviously. ;D

CHAPTER 1

Kitekit pawed her brother's nose. "Come on," she complained. "You're no fun."

"Go away," Gravekit grumbled at her, swiping blindly at her nose with one blue-gray paw. He remained face-down on the ground.

"You're so mopey all the time," Kitekit complained, flopping down on his back. "Lighten up!"

"YOU are allowed to be happy," Gravekit moaned. "YOU weren't named for a cat that DIED."

"You weren't named for a cat that died, you were named for what happens after cats die," Kitekit said helpfully. Gravekit made a muffled noise.

"Get off," he said. "I'm trying to drown myself."

"In dirt?" Kitekit asked, climbing off of his back and looking down at him curiously. "That doesn't seem to be working to well."

"As if Mom would even let me anywhere NEAR water," Gravekit said morosely. "She knows what would happen."

"That you would try and off yourself?" Kitekit asked cheerily, and Gravekit gave her a gloomy nod.

"K-K-Kitekit?" a voice asked timidly. Kitekit turned, and then grinned at her friend, a small silver-gray kit. His eyes were a bright green.

"Greenkit," she purred, and rubbed her pelt against his.

"Don't," Greenkit moaned, as the motion made him sway slightly."I think I'm going to—" He didn't finish his sentence, and instead raced out of the den as quickly as his legs would carry him. Kitekit heard strange sounds just out of the den, and when Greenkit returned, he reeked of bile.

"Sorry," Kitekit murmured, licking his cheek. "I keep forgetting you get motion-sick so easy."

"It's alright," Greenkit said, and then stared down at his paws. "I was wondering if you wanted to play?"

"Are you going to throw up again?" Kitekit asked curiously. Greenkit blushed.

"Of course not," he said, and Kitekit grinned. Without warning, she pounced on him and pinned him to the ground. Greenkit struggled feebly for a moment, before giving up and going limp.

"You're no fun," Kitekit frowned down at him, before stepping back and allowing him to get to his paws again. Greenkit blinked at her nervously. Kitekit glanced from him to Gravekit, who was still 'drowning', before letting out a quiet sigh. "I'm bored," she whined. "What should we do?"

"We could be eaten by hawks," Gravekit suggested.

"Play in the moss?" Greenkit recommended.

"No, no, we've done all that before…." Kitekit frowned. Then, her eyes lit up. "Let's explore the camp!"

Greenkit's ears flattened. "That doesn't sound fun," he said nervously.

"Of course it'll be fun," Kitekit purred, twitching her tail over Greenkit's nose. "We can see the apprentice den and everything!"

Greenkit still looked nervous, and Kitekit licked his cheek. "I'll be right by your side," she assured him. "Please?"

Greenkit sighed quietly and nodded. Kitekit's face split into a wide grin.

"Let's go!" she chirped, dashing out of the den, her best friend at her side.

"Go on with me! Save yourself!" Gravekit shouted as the kits left the nursery.

"Isn't it funny how our mothers always are asleep when we want to do stuff?" Kitekit asked Greenkit, who simply nodded.

"Weird, huh?" he asked. "I wonder why that is."

"Where should we go first?" Kitekit wondered, glancing around camp. Their camp was beautiful, with an emerald-green pool in the center, fed by a sparkling waterfall. Their leader addressed them from the top of the waterfall, looking magnificent, although the waterfall usually drowned out his words. The dens were carved into the sides of the waterfall, with smooth (somewhat slippery) paths leading down to the pool and up towards the forest. Spray from the waterfall made the paths slick, and several cats had plummeted to their deaths, but the area was too beautiful for CenterClan to even dream of moving.

"I want to play everywhere," Kitekit purred.

"How about that cliff just above the jagged rocks? I saw Brownkit playing there the other day, and he was having a great time!"

"Brownkit's dead," Kitekit said slowly. "He fell off of that cliff and onto those jagged rocks, and, well…my father said our beautiful emerald pool was stained green."

"That's terrible!" Greenkit sad, his eyes wide. "I'm glad the water washed out, though. Red water is gross."

Kitekit simply blinked at him for a moment. "It doesn't bother you that Brownkit was dead?" she asked, and Greenkit shrugged.

"He's walking the flies with StarClan now," Greenkit said simply. "Besides, it isn't like he can die there or anything, right?"

Kitekit nodded in agreement, and then she giggled.

"If Gravekit knew about that cliff, there'd be trouble, definitely," she purred, and Greenkit nodded in agreement.

"What are you kits doing here?" a low voice demanded. It grated on Kitekit's ears, like claws against rock. She turned, blinking at the massive gray tom standing in front of them.

"Oh, hey Rockfall," Kitekit said cheerily. "Greenkit and I were just going to explore camp and stuff."

"There will be none of that!" Rockfall rumbled. "Not while I'm around. Back to the nursery, both of you."

"Don't be such a killjoy," a voice purred, and the two kits turned again, to face a calico she-cat that had mysteriously appeared behind them.

"Butterflywing, you know kits aren't allowed out of the nursery," Rockfall growled. "Not after the Brownkit Incident."

"Oh, lighten up," the calico purred. "You know as well as I do that these two have more brains than Brownkit did. You weren't going to play on the cliff, were you?"

"Of course not," both kits said quickly, not wanting to miss an opportunity to explore.

"I'll watch them," the calico purred, and Rockfall's eyes narrowed.

"Fine, Butterflywing," he growled, "but be careful with them."

"Of course," Butterflywing purred, as Rockfall patted away. "Dirty ol' no-good fun-hater," Butterflywing growled under her breath. The kits giggled.

"Allow me to give you the grand tour," Butterflywing purred, flicking her tail. She led them up one of the paths. "This leads to Stonedstar's den," she purred.

"Stonedstar?" Greenkit asked curiously.

"Allow me to show you," she said, flicking her tail. "Come a little closer, into his den." Stonestar (or was it Stonedstar?) had carved his den right out into the rock face, it appeared. The glorious Mossstar had carved it out many moons before, out of sheer will. It was said that badgers and foxes had died just by looking into her piercing eyes. That was pretty good, for the youngest leader in the history of CenterClan; StarClan had blessed her as a kit, and she had become leader at the age of three moons. Who needed to train an apprentice and become deputy, if you were blessed by StarClan themselves?

"Sweetheart," they heard Stonestar moan. "Oh, you taste so delicious…come here, you naughty thing. Oh! That tickles!" The two kits heard his strange laughter ringing about in the den.

"But Sweetheart's asleep in the nursery," Kitekit whispered to Butterflywing, feeling puzzled.

"Stonedstar has a catnip addiction," Butterflywing explained in a grave tone. "It's very serious."

"Oh," Kitekit replied, and she frowned. "Isn't it a bit…dangerous, having a leader that is like that all the time?"

Butterflywing shrugged. "The others are like that too, you'll see. Starstar is too busy grooming herself to pay attention, and Pinkstar is usually giving her fur-fashion tips during Gatherings; no one really pays attention to Stonedstar. He's the best leader in the forest, to be honest."

The two kits puzzled this little mystery out together, as Butterflywing showed them the rest of camp. "This is Yellowbelly's den, for the moment," Butterflywing said, flicking her tail towards a rocky crevice. "She moves it erratically; she's a drama queen and a bit paranoid at times."

"I thought medicine cats couldn't be queens of any kind," Kitekit said, frowning. Butterflywing burst out laughing.

"That's a good one!" she grinned. "Show me a medicine cat without romantic entanglements, and I'll show you a flying hedgehog!"

Butterflywing was still laughing as she showed them to the warriors den, another rocky tunnel. "Carved out by an ancient stream," she said wisely. Kitekit blinked at her, and then at the emerald pool far below them.

"But all the water is down there," she said.

"Things were different a million bazillion years ago, just take my word for it," Butterflywing said, with a roll of her eyes.

"W-we're so high up," Greenkit said, and he looked ill. Kitekit pressed her pelt against his, but the bodily contact made it worse. Greenkit was soon just as green as the pool itself. And, what he then added to it made it even greener.

"Gross!" Butterflywing exclaimed, leaping backwards. She slipped on the slick rock and then plummeted downward, disappearing into the pool.

"Oh no!" Kitekit cried, and then raced down as quick as she could. "Yellowbelly! Yellowbelly!" she wailed. A pale golden head appeared.

"What are you bothering me about? I was sharing tongues with StarClan," Yellowbelly said crossly.

"Yellowbelly, this is no time for making out with our ancestors!" Greenkit cried. "Butterflywing has fallen into the pool!"

"That isn't what it means, you—" Yellowbelly's eyes widened. "Into the pool! Doesn't she have any idea what the apprentices do in there!" Yellowbelly hurried down the path, with the kits following her.

Butterflywing was laying on her side, having been dragged out of the water by her brother, Wormfoot. He blinked at Yellowbelly anxiously.

"Is she going to be alright?" he asked. Yellowbelly stepped forward, touching Butterflywing's body with her nose. There was a long, drawn-out dramatic silence, before Yellowbelly announced,

"I'm afraid she's dead."

Wormfoot let out a mournful wail and buried his face in his sister's fur. Kitekit and Greenkit bowed their heads in shame.

"You guys don't look happy," Butterflywing observed, blinking up at them all. "What did I miss, a funeral?"

"She's alive! ALIVE!" Yellowbelly crowed. The other cats didn't look impressed.

"You're an idiot," Wormfoot spat at the medicine cat, before nudging his sister. "Come on, let's get you dry."

"Dry?" Butterflywing echoed, and for the first time it appeared she had gotten wet. "Dry?" She looked down at herself, and then into the pool. "You mean I fell into…." She stared at Greenkit in horror.

"Fell into what?" Wormfoot inquired, as Yellowbelly stalked off crossly and the rest of the Clan moved on, without anything exciting to see.

Butterflywing shuddered, but not from the chill of the water; rather, from what was in the water. "Nothing," she grumbled, giving Greenkit a glare.

"I'm glad you're okay," Greenkit said nervously.

"No thanks to you!" Butterflywing growled, and she and Wormfoot padded away. Greenkit bowed his head.

"I'd rather be Brownkit right about now," he said gloomily.

"Now you're sounding like Gravekit," Kitekit purred, licking his ear. "Come on then, let's go back to the nest."

AN:

Gravekit just LOVES his HUGE and DRAMATIC words.

The waterfall-emerald-pool-cave/cliff-camp? True story, I was in a guild that had their camp like that. They didn't have a leader that carved things out of solid stone through SHEER FORCE OF WILL, though. No further comment on that role-play experience.

Another weird name, Green. There was a Greenflower in the original series, for those curious. Why would any cat name her kits that? They get sick easily, of course!