A/N: Sorry, this author note is going to be short. Haven't had much time. This chapter is your 1st three part. Thanks so much for all the reviews! Love you all! Haven't posted chapter update thingy on my profile, sorry.

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Breezeheart stalked forward, her eyes focusing on the lump of brown fur in front of her. A sudden flash of gray-and-white fur edged into her vision, she held back an amused purr.

Cindy! She sure has turned into a great hunter and fighter; she has talent- that's for sure!

The kitten stalked forward and quickly caught the mouse that had once been Breezeheart's prey.

It's been so long since I've arrived here… three moons. I wonder where Feathersky is… I know I told Redrose that I would find her, but my family is here!

"Breezeheart, can I talk to you?" Petal's voice sounded from behind her.

"Of course," Breezeheart purred.

Petal shuffled her paws, "You see; the kits have reached seven moons. They will be going to their new homes soon… and none of them want to go! They say they want to be warriors, and to help you find Feathersky. I'm worried! Can you talk some sense in their heads before they go off into the wild and kill themselves?!"

Breezeheart bit her tongue, knowing Cindy must have heard them. Her eyes screwed shut as she heard the young she-cat's hiss.

"How could you!" Cindy's voice was pained, "I can choose my own life, and I'm not going to get killed! What if we want something more, what if we don't want to become meowing kittypets, like you?!"

Petal took a step back, "Fine, if that's what you want to do with your life, go ahead. If you ever want to come back… you have a home here. I better go see what Peter and Josh want to do."

The white she-cat stalked back to her twoleg den.

"You could have been nicer, you know," Breezeheart muttered.

Cindy flicked her tail, "No, she just doesn't understand! Don't tell me that you think I should become a kittypet!"

"I don't."

"Good," Cindy picked up the mouse that was lying at her paws, "I'm going to give it to Petal as a farewell gift."

Breezeheart watched as the young she-cat walked away, and rested her head on her paws. A couple minutes passed before Josh, Peter, Petal, and Cindy returned.

"They all want to go with you," Petal meowed.

"I'm… I'm sorry," Breezeheart apologized.

Petal turned, running back to her den, "Just keep them safe!"

Breezeheart was left alone with the three kits.

"So, where is Feathersky?" Cindy asked.

Breezeheart froze, "Uh… not quite sure."

Feathersky watched as the pale tortoiseshell she-kit groomed her brother.

"They're both very nice kits," Storm commented.

Feathersky cuffed her ears, "You're barely more than a kit yourself! Don't start talking like you're an elder."

Storm glared at her, "And how old are you?"

"Don't you get me started, missy!" Feathersky purred, "Fine, I'm maybe… 20 moons old by now…?"

"That's not old!" Storm growled playfully.

"Ah, it feels like it, the only cat near my age that acted like a new apprentice was Breeze-" Feathersky froze.

"Who?" Storm asked.

"I really would prefer not to talk about it," Feathersky growled. "I should re-apply the medicine to the kits' wounds, excuse me."

"Feathersky!" Storm stepped in front of her, "Tell me who this 'Breeze' is."

Feathersky's eyes lit up with fury, "Storm Dance, move, now."

The young she-cat dipped her head, "I will wait until another time."

Breezeheart woke to the scent of mouse.

"Surprise!" three squeaky voices broke the silence.

The warrior and her three companions had traveled to the place where Petal had said she found Feathersky's scent. To Breezeheart's surprise, the field was running with mice, a couple loners were scented- but nothing major. Breezeheart's eyes rested as a stack of five mice resting beside Cindy, Peter, and Josh's paws.

She licked her lips, "Mm… food!"

"Two of the mice are yours," Josh squeaked. "The rest of us each get one!"

"Well, thank you," Breezeheart quickly ate the fresh kill, "I think I know where to head today. Last night I picked up the last traces of scent, heading towards the pine forest, they are very faint, but I want to see if one of you can pick them out."

She led them to a section of the field were the grass was flattened, "Cindy, you first."

Cindy smelt the ground, her eyes narrowing in frustration, "I don't smell a thing!"

"Peter, go ahead and try."

"I don't smell anything, either," Peter dipped his head.

"Josh?" Breezeheart asked.

Josh's tail flicked back-and-forth in concentration, "Yes, I do."

"What does it smell like?" Breezeheart asked.

"Sour, sort of like the plants the housefolk -twolegs- grew in the pots sometimes," Peter wrinkled his nose.

"That's the smell of herbs, Feathersky treats injured cats with them," Breezeheart explained. "We should start following the trail immediately so that we don't lose it. Josh, take the lead."

A/N: G2G, bye! Thanks for reviewing and please yet again!

Question: Do you think it was right for Feathersky to not tell Storm about Breezeheart?

Smile and be weird!

~Willow