Me: Sup everyone. It's me Brighcloud0915. The long awaited chapter two is here. So Snowflake care to do the disclaimer

Snowflake: With pleasure. Okay so Brightcloud0915 does not own warriors, Erin Hunter does, but she does own me, my brother, our mother, our father, and many others.

Raven: Yep. So anyway can we please get on with the story.

Thistle: Yes please. The readers will get to see more of me in this chapter.

Me: Okay then here is chapter two. Happy now?

All three cats: Yes, yes we are.

Me: *groans*

Chapter Two

"Raven is that you?" Maple asked as Raven approached the clearing that was there home. Raven set down the sparrow before replying.

"Yeah mom it's me," Raven meowed. He picked up the sparrow again, and padded into the clearing. His mother had a relieved look on her face. Raven groaned inwardly. True he and his sister were only two and a half-moons old, but he could look after himself. Raven walked over to the pile of freshkill and put the sparrow down.

"Your sister told me what happened. Are you alright?" Maple asked her son with concern. Raven nodded.

"Yeah mom I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me so much," Raven said. His mother nodded.

"I know, but I worry about you, and your sister. You're the only family that I have left. True your father is alive, but he's not with us. I suppose that's my fault though," Maple sighed. Raven started to ask his mother what she meant, but stopped as his sister bounded over.

"Did you beat him Raven, did you?" Snowflake asked excitement glittering in her eyes. Raven smiled.

"You bet I did?" Raven meowed, although inside he was unsure.

I think if he had wanted to Thistle could have beaten me. So why didn't he, Raven asked himself. Snowflake looked at her brother curiously.

"When do you think we'll go hunting again?" Snowflake meowed, snapping Raven out of his reverie.

"Maybe a little later I'm tired," Raven said honestly. His sister looked a little put out, but it didn't last long.

"Okay can't wait," the white she-cat meowed happily. Raven shook his head, but smiled as he did so. Then the black tom went to his nest curled up and fell asleep.

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Meanwhile

Thistle trudged back towards the abandoned twoleg den. Even though it had been abandoned for moons it still stunk of twolegs. Thistle wrinkled his nose just thinking about it, although he didn't smell so good either.

Why did I hide in that badger's den? What was I thinking, that prey would just wander into my paws. Man that was the stupidest thing I have ever done, Thistle thought, grimacing as he slammed his left forepaw on the ground causing ripples of pain to shoot up his leg. Just then a silvery gray she-cat stepped in front of him she had a black collar around her neck.

"Hey you kittypet, get out of my way," Thistle growled. The she-cat looked startled for a moment, but then just looked at Thistle strangely.

"I'm sorry were speaking to me?" the she-cat asked. Thistle stared at the she-cat with disbelief.

"Yeah I was speaking to you who else would I be speaking to. Now will you get out of my way, or do I have to claw you?" Thistle asked harshly. The she-cat shook her head sadly.

"Now look you don't have to act so mean. I was just passing through to visit a friend of mine. My name's Kitt, what's yours?" The she-cat meowed. Thistle was close to being thunderstruck. This she-cat wasn't afraid at all.

"Well Kitt, my name is Thistle. Who's this friend of yours? I might know them," Thistle said. Suddenly it was the she-cat who was acting mean.

"I don't have to tell you. You have no authority over me. Now you go on home Thistle, and I'll do them same," Kitt hissed, then stalked away. Now Thistle was thunderstruck. He shook his head, and then continued on his way.

I wonder what that Raven is up to right now, Thistle asked himself. All too soon Thistle was home. He wondered what his littermates would say about the reek of badger. He wondered what all the rouges would say about his injured foreleg. He didn't have to wait long. A light gray tom with white paws, belly, chest and tail tip, and a ginger she-cat with white spots and honey colored eyes padded out of the twoleg den.

"Hey Cloud what's up? Where are you and Buttercup going?" Thistle asked. The two cats looked at him, and Buttercup wrinkled her nose.

"What is that stench?" the ginger she-cat meowed. Thistle looked down before he answered.

"It's badger scent. I tried to use the scent to cover up my own so that I could catch prey easier. But it didn't work," Thistle meowed.

"Well that explains that, but what did you do to your leg Thistle?" Cloud asked the young tom. Thistle continued looking down.

"I was in a fight with another cat. He wasn't a SkyClan cat, but he wasn't really a loner either. He said his name was Raven, and he has a sister. They both live with their mother out in the forest somewhere," Thistle said. Cloud and Buttercup nodded.

"Well we'll keep an eye out for them on our hunt. You might want to tell Casper too," Cloud meowed. Thistle nodded, then stood up and padded inside the twoleg den, while Cloud and Buttercup went into the forest.