Hey, guys. Sorry about the longie. Had other stories on my mind! XP Hope you'll forgive me!

Um-in case any of you are wondering- this is chappie 6. Chappie 5: I think some of u missed. You see, so many stories were being updated that mine just got clear erased off the first page to the second! Read chappie 5 (if u didn't) to not get confused.

Anyways...enjoy! XP

I will soon introduce new charcters. BTW: if you have any other names than 'Brownclaw', tell me! XP

pEaRLa

"Where are we going?" asked Silverpaw for the hundredth time. She was getting tired: and burs were getting stuck in her fur.

"If you would just shut up, I would have time to tell you!" snapped Goldkit, glaring at her through narrowed yellow eyes.

Silverpaw sighed. She could have been heading back for camp about now, informing Wolfpaw and Leopardkit about their plan…but no! Goldkit refused to meet where she had suggested. Now the two young she-cats were heading towards a meeting area that the creamy-colored ShadowClan kit had in mind.

"I don't know what I was thinking, getting involved in a plan like this," Silverpaw thought, unsheathing her claws.

"Are we there yet?" she whined, getting nervous. The lush tress and berry bushes were beginning to become lessen as they moved away.

"Do you see a clearing anywhere?"
The gray apprentice looked around. "No."

"Then we aren't there yet! Listen, this place is big enough for all of us-you, your Clanmates-me, my Clanmates…and more! It's outside the Clan boundaries, though. It's in the Cornfields!"

"Cornfields?" Silverpaw had to admit: it was a pretty good idea. The Cornfields had room for lots of cats: and the corn and mouse scents cluttered altogether would mask the scents of every cat there. No one would be suspicious of a thing!

Though only one thing was holding her back.

Nightpaw.

She knew her sharp-eyed Clanmate would suspect where she was always wandering off to. Plus: Silverpaw wasn't sure if she could tell her. Nightpaw worried too much, and would blab it all out before Silverpaw said 'Mousetail'!

"Um-Goldkit," she mumbled hesitantly. "Suppose some cats get suspicious?"

"Kill them so they keep quiet," Goldkit's tail-tip twitched in annoyance. "I don't know, mouse-brain! Lead them off-track. Say you're meeting with a tom in another Clan or something!"

"That'll just make it even-" Silverpaw began to protest, before her cream-colored companion swept her tail over her mouth.

"You talk too much."

Silverpaw had to stifle a purr herself. Goldkit was a great she-cat-despite the fact she was a little harsh. She was fierce and brave and loyal…and then a lump formed in her throat.

What would happen in Goldkit died?

"We're here!" Goldkit's voice interrupted her thoughts, and Silverpaw looked up. There was a clearing in the center of the cornfields: probably where the Twolegs had cleared it. It was obviously just full of mice: Silverpaw could already hear them scurrying this way and that!

Goldkit pounced immediately on a moving leaf and dragged out a gray mouse: and the two friends shared it together.

Silverpaw knew.

Any cat who dared to harm Goldkit would have to get through her first. And if she fell: then they would always have to get through the ShadowClan kit herself!

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"That was good," purred Silverpaw, stretching out with a luxurious stretch. "And I have to hand it to you, Goldkit: this place is perfect!" She indicated towards the area around her.

"I know," Goldkit drew her paw over one ear, trying to hide her embarrassment at the praise. "Now we have a place to meet so that we can plan out how to stop those kittypets! Just wait until I'm Goldpaw-then we'll go and hunt 'em down!"

"I want to kill them all," Silverpaw couldn't stop the words from blurting out of her mouth. "They killed my brother! Rosepetal! Rabbitpaw! I want revenge: and that's that!"

"All of them-found dead, just like that?"

"All except Rabbitpaw. He was dragged away, everyone thinks. My mother announced he was dead."

"R-Rabbitpaw?" Suddenly, Goldkit looked spooked beyond imagining. Her fur began to bristle, and her eyes widened in what seemed like sick shock. "Did you say Rabbitpaw?"

"Y-yes!" stammered Silverpaw, quite taken aback. "Rabbitpaw. He was going to be a warrior three days after he was dragged away-but naturally, he's dead now, so-"

"Is he a brown tom with blue-gray eyes?"

"Yes!" The silver apprentice gaped at her friend. "How did you kn-"

"He wasn't found killed," muttered Goldkit through gritted teeth. "How do you know he's dead?"

Without giving her time to answer, the terrified kit swept on. "He's not dead, Silverpaw!"
"What?"
"Rabbitpaw! He mentioned something like that to me! Said his old name used to be Rabbitpaw…no, no…his name's Brownclaw now!"

"Huh?!"

Goldkit lowered her huge eyes to the ground, looking horror-struck for once. "A rogue wandered into our camp one day," she mumbled. "He said he had no where to go…cats tried to drive him off, but he fought them like a warrior…" She let out a seething hiss. "No wonder."

She whipped around and stared at Silverpaw through desperate golden eyes. "My mother told me that story. Its how she met the cat she loved."

"Silverpaw! Rabbitpaw-Brownclaw! He's not dead! He's my father!"