AN: Cool name, right? I bet that you're at least a tiny bit confused about who this chapter is about. I'm actually at a house that owns a computer for once, so I'll probably have another chapter up tomorrow at around this time. No promises, though!

Thanks to I-really-hope-not for Stormfall (Yes, I finally used her!) and both Ponybird21 and PurpleFrenchFryAmy for Snowpaw and Nightpaw's respective mentors. Sorry, PurpleFrenchFryAmy, but I had to change Moontalon's namea bit, as Snowpaw's mentor's name also begins with the prefix 'Moon'.

See you at the bottom!

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Lizardkit's mind was reeling. Her greatest secret, discovered? It couldn't be! "Are you okay?" Flowerkit asked, concern in her voice.

"Yeah, 'm' fine," Lizarkit replied.

"Are you sure?" Flowerkit pressed. "I think you need to lie down."

Before Lizardkit could protest, Flowerkit had pressed herself against her sister's side and was firmly guiding her towards the Nursery. Lizardkit stifled a yawn, realizing that, in fact, she was tired.

After more yawns and several "good night"'s, Lizardkit was starting to doze off. Suddenly, a thought struck her like lightning. She could go to ThunderClan and ask her father for help! She pricked her ears up and heard Flowerkit's snoring. Lizardkit already knew that her mother, Littlepetal, was out on patrol, and both Pinekit and Addernose were outside.

Lizardkit slipped out of the Nursery and into the hot sun. Greenleaf was upon the Clans, although only a pawful of moons ago there was frost on the ground.

As she stood, looking at all the ways out of camp, Lizardkit realized that her stomach was rumbling. She trotted over to the fresh-kill pile and selected a big, juicy-looking rat. She sunk her teeth into it, devouring the rodent in a couple of bites. Lizardkit could smell something sickly-sweet, but the rat tasted just fine. Delicious, in fact.

It's probably just flowers or something.

Lizardkit gazed around the seemingly-impenetrable bramble-enfored walls surrounding ShadowClan's camp, a clearing in which pine trees towered over from all sides and the brown earth was springy underfoot. The only way out was through the main entrance, but no-one was on guard duty, as it was the middle of the day and cats were milling about everywhere.

I just have to be careful. Very, verycareful.

Lizardkit padded nonchalantly in the direction of her way out. When she felt she was close enough, she stopped and looked around furtively, then scrambled through the gap.

Breathing heavily, she poked her head out of a bush of the other side of the wall! She had made it! She was out of camp!

Suddenly, a thought dawned on her. Which direction was ThunderClan in?

I guess I'll just have to wander around.

Lizardkit followed the sound of voices and came across Snowpaw and Nightpaw battle training together. The two apprentices weren't sisters, but they might as well have been; they were as close and inseparable as Lizardkit and Flowerkit.

Nightpaw's mentor, Talonmoon, was sick and in the Medicine Den, recovering from a nasty wound to the leg, and so Stormfall was filling in for him. "Tuck your tail in!" the Deputy instructed Snowpaw, as Moonclaw, Snowpaw's mentor watched from the side. "Nightpaw, put some more force into your blows! We're not picking daisies!"

"I actually find daisies quite hard to pick, they're so sma-" Nightpaw countered.

"By StarClan, be quiet for a moment, PLEASE!" Stormfall

Lizardkit crept past the others and continued past them. The watery scent that had been ever-present even inside of camp was getting fainter, so Lizardkit assumed that it meant she was going in the right direction.

Which Clan has the most rivers, again? Oh, right, RiverClan. Duh!

After walking for what felt like forever, Lizardkit reached a boulder with strong odours wafting off of it. One side - the side that Lizardkit was standing on - smelled like home, and the other like mulch and damp wood. It didn't smell bad, exactly, but familiar and yet unfamiliar at the same time.

With confidence, Lizardkit stepped over the border and kept walking.

After a while, she came across a ThunderClan patrol. "What do you want?" a ginger tabby tom growled at her.

"I'm here to see my father," Lizardkit replied, her chin tilted upwards and a strong expression on her face, the kind of look that usually goes with the words 'sorry not sorry'. "My father Narrowstar, leader of ThunderClan."

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Did you like it? My favourite part was probably the conversation between Nightpaw and Stormfall. It wasn't originally written in my notebook like that, but I had the idea while I was typing it up and it was just too perfect!

Have a good day!

- Girl with a Flower Crown xx