I think I need to answer some reviews! Thank you all for sending in some cats! They are all awesome and it's hard to choose kits for Rosesong! But I did, and I'm going to list them…so here we go:

Skykit (Skyheart)- a white she-kit with gray tabby patches, blue eyes and is very small

Redkit (Redwillow) - I kind of want/need a description, NiftytheFluffyKitten, because I am lazy :P but she shall be a she-cat!

Flarekit (Flarespark) : Like his mother, he is blood red but has white on his paws, chest, ears, muzzle, and tail tip. (He's one of my favorite kits!)

Blackkit (Blackbreeze) - A black tom with white paws, a white tail tip, and a white locket of fur on his chest with green eyes.

Blossomkit (Blossomwish) - A light red tabby she-cat with yellow eyes

~TADA!~ I loved everyone's ideas and I hope to use all the cats at some point! Thank you all!(:

Alright, so here goes for the reviews!

Lilac Blossom: I love you :D And don't worship me; I just sit here all day with little voices telling me what to write. Well, not really but you get the idea! Anyways, no fernblaze is another author who I chose to base a character on ^-^" but it's cool how that worked out, huh? And GAH don't kills me with the huggles! D:

And naw, making Larkpaw a Mary sue would ruin the whole thing -.- I hate it when that crap happens…

Finally, THANK YOU FOR REVIEWING! –gives endless cookies- Also, I have a surprise POV for you all! :D

Butterfly that flies at dawn- Don't worry, just keep reading(:

So…on with the show!

Chapter 14

Larkblossom

Dark clouds began to form over the territories as Larkblossom headed to find Briarpath. The wind began to blow harshly against the trees and chilled her to the bone. She began to shiver even more as rain started to fall and finally tried to find refuge under a little fern bush.

It wasn't too far away from FireClan, but she was still away from Briarpath. The storm didn't seem it was going to let up, and it would be too dangerous to be going back now.

Somehow Larkblossom had fallen asleep. She opened her eyes to the fields of StarClan again.

Why am I here again? Did I die in the storm…?

An achingly familiar scent then filled Larkblossom's nose. He mother materialized from out of the forest.

"Mother!" Larkblossom squealed extremely kit-like and bounded up to the queen. Both she-cats were purring too hard for a while until someone stopped them.

"WE have important matters for us to discuss, Larkblossom. We need your full attention for now." Larkblossom pulled away from her mother and saw Icewhisp approaching them. His eyes were full of worry as he stared at the two.

"What's going on? Is there something wrong, mother?" Larkblossom asked Olivefur. The brown she-cat shook her head.

"I need you to promise me that whatever happens, you'll stay strong." Larkblossom opened her mouth to ask Olivefur why she needed to promise, but Icewhisp cut in.

"Just promise, alright? You have to know some things are meant to change and everything always changes." He turned away from them. Larkblossom looked back at her mother who seemed to be very worried too.

"What's going?" She asked desperately. Olivefur looked away.

"You need to speak with Briarpath right away. I am sending him to you, but do not let fear overtake your heart, young Lark."

Briarpath

Briarpath tried to get comfortable in his nest in the warriors' den, but the smell of wet fur and dirt kept him awake. He sighed and got up and left despite the drumming rain above caves FireClan used as dens.

"Briarpath, where are you going?" Briarpath stopped and looked for the voice's owner and found it.

A pair of bright gray eyes stared from the darkness. Normally, seeing only a pair of eyes in the dark should scare any cat, but Briarpath knew who this was.

"I need some fresh air, Ravenpelt." He meowed quietly to his best friend. The pure black tom slid out of his nest and joined him.

"Me too, old Tornfoot is annoying me with all his twitching." Briarpath chuckled at Ravenpelt's friendly joke.

"I heard that." Tornfoot muttered from his nest inside the den. The toms laughed quietly as they padded out of the ring of caves that made up FireClan. It got colder as they traveled farther away from the warmer caves.

Briarpath remained silent for most of the walk. Ravenpelt felt slightly uncomfortable, his friend was normally a goofy furball- even in the middle of the night.

"IS there something wrong, Briarpath?" Briarpath flicked his tail. His best friend (and the rest of the Clan) already knew of his "mistake". He let out a long breath.

"It wasn't your fault, you know. You were in love." Ravenpelt said quietly.

If you only knew…

Briarpath remembered himself as a younger apprentice, bouncing around his new (and grumpy) mentor Badgerswipe. The large black and white tom didn't know a thing about training an apprentice, even after having one before. (Longfur wasn't the best hunter or fighter in FireClan).

He had told Briarpath to go hunting and see what he could bring back for the first time. That was when he met Larkpaw. He remembered her bright light red and brown fur shining in the afternoon light. She had been with another tom until a warrior she-cat came and led the other away.

He had introduced himself and got to meet her at the Gathering. He had felt so bad for her when she was going through whatever made her so sad- she never told him much.

He knew he was really beginning to love her...until Witherstar found them. Or her scent, at least. Somehow he had found out and had been outraged.

"No son of mine is going to be a mate of that pile of foxdung's daughter." He snarled in his ear. Briarpath knew he meant it.

So his father found a way to find him a mate- even against his will. Cloudecho had always had a crush on him, but knew he loved some other she-cat.

Briarpath hated his father. Like his mother, he raped Cloudecho and swore her to tell everyone Briarpath was the father or be exiled. Briarpath was so confused when the clan became mad at him fathering kits at such an inappropriate age until Cloudecho explained everything.

That way, his clanmates never left him alone and were always badgering him so he wouldn't make any more "mistakes" even though his father had made him a warrior. He was never able to get away to meet Larkpaw anymore. When she found him with Cloudecho, he was furious with his father.

He knew it would break her heart, and he had to find a way to explain it all to her. Even what his father was planning to do to her-

"Hey, it's starting to pour. I'm going to head back. Are you going to come with me?" Ravenpelt startled Briarpath out of his thoughts.

Briarpath felt the cold rain drops drench his fur, but something told him to keep moving.

"No, I need to stay out a little longer." Ravenpelt gave him a confused look.

"You've been acting really strange lately, Briarpath. I feel like I don't know you anymore…" He turned around to go back.

"Ravenpelt, wait." Briarpath called after him. The black tom stopped and twitched his ears to show he was listening.

"I know I'm acting weird, and I'm sorry. I promise that I will explain everything soon. I can trust you, right?"

Ravenpelt whipped around. "You know you can, idiot." He laughed; happy his friend had shone his old self.

Briarpath flashed him a goofy grin. "I'll see you when I get back; you burr on a flea ridden rat." Ravenpelt nodded and padded off with his fur fluffed up against the pouring rain.

Briarpath let his paws lead him to his and Larkpaw's old meeting spot. She wasn't there.

He sighed and let his shoulder slump until he heard whimpering. He pricked his ears. It was coming from under a small fern bush inside ForestClan territory. He cautiously passed the border while looking around his surroundings any sign of patrols.

He picked his way to it and looked under it and gasped.

"Larkpaw!"

Am I evil? I fell like it for giving you guys a cliffie! D: Well, I hope you guys liked this one! Pleeeease review? I would love you forever and ever and ever… :D

Haha thanks for reading! ~Larkspirit