Squirrelflight looked at the two kits admiringly. She gently nuzzled the gray and white-paw kit gently. "Rainpaw," she purred. "I'll let Stormfur name the other kit." Leafpool nodded but said nothing.

It was Brambleclaw who spoke, "How? He can't just come barging through camp and see them. You can't take him to Stormfur either, the next gathering is half a moon away!"

Squirrelflight gave Brambleclaw a reproachful look, "I will tell him what he looks like and let him name him."

Leafpool spoke up, "When? You can't leave now, they kits are way too young."

Squirrelflight stubbornly lifted her head, "Will you two watch them?"

"Now?" Brambleclaw growled. "No."

"Why not!" Squirrelflight yowled.

Leafpool mewed again, "The kits, they're too young for you to go."

"Then how will I name the poor thing?"

"Why don't you name it?" Leafpool ventured. Squirrelflight just kept arguing as Brambleclaw sulked out of the nursery unnoticed; he knew Squirrelflight will argue for a moon if she could. So he decided to go for her.

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Brambleclaw waited right outside the RiverClan camp. Being in enemy's territory made Brambleclaw's fur prickle, he half expected an enemy cat to attack him at any second. A golden and brown-dappled she-cat walked straight past the bush he was sheltering in, Leopardstar. Brambleclaw held his breath, thinking fast of an excuse he could tell the RiverClan leader.

However, she padded straight past. Brambleclaw relaxed and realized that she was carrying prey that blocked his ThunderClan scent. If she wasn't, he would have been crowfood.

The moon was past its highest point now; Brambleclaw was starting to get worried that Stormfur was curled up in his nest by now. He deiced he should go back to camp until a familiar yowl called him, Stormfur. The gray tom looked confused and tired, "What are you doing in RiverClan territory?"

Brambleclaw looked at Stormfur, his fur was mattered, and his eyes were wide and fearful. "It's about Squirrelflight…" Brambleclaw mewed. "You look like you haven't slept for a moon!" He was about to start again but Stormfur beat him to it.

"What about her?" Then he lowered his voice to a whisper. "You know right?"

Brambleclaw shook his massive head and began again, "After Squirrelflight woke up she kitted. Two of them lived."

"Of them?" Stormfur's fur was on ends. "What happened?"

"Hawkfrost attack hurt her kits…" Brambleclaw realized it was harder to talk to Stormfur at every word. Stormfur looked scared out of his fur for Squirrelflight. "…she named one Rainkit; Squirrelflight wants you to name the other."

"It's the ginger one right?" Stormfur purred surprisingly. Brambleclaw nodded. "Then Flamekit."

Brambleclaw stood to is paws, "I'll tell her."

He began to pad away as Stormfur turned to but he called over his back, "Thanks!"

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The sun has just risen over the horizon when Brambleclaw padded back to camp. He caught a vole and a mouse on the way back so he had a good reason why he left camp. The camp was buzzing with warriors and apprentices planning today's jobs. Squirrelflight just left the nursery, stretching her legs in the morning sun.

"Squirrelflight!" Brambleclaw called after he dropped his catch in the fresh-kill pile, and bounded up to her. "The ginger kit's name is Flamekit!"

Squirrelflight narrowed her eyes at Brambleclaw and hissed quietly, "I wanted Stormfur to name him not you!"

Brambleclaw sighed, "I've talked to Stormfur." He paused for moment and waited for Squirrelflight to yell at him but she was quiet. "He wants the kit to be named Flamekit."

Squirrelflight paused for what seemed like seasons. "Okay," she mewed at last. "I'll name him Flamekit, then."