Tim: I'm back!

Me: FINALLY! You forgot to do the disclaimer last time v_v

Tim: Well sorry, gosh.

Me: DO IT ALREADY!

Tim: Geez... anyways, FeatherClanLova does NOT own Warriors! If she did, she would make all the cats have a dance party, then drown them all in the lake v_v.

Me: Exactly.

Scarstorm walked along the side of the Thunderpath. She'd already convinced Daisy and Bracken to come with her, and they'd brought their kits, White and Nettle.

FLASHBACK

Scarstorm looked at Daisy with hopeful eyes. "Please come! The kits could be warriors, defending the camp and hunting and training!"

Daisy glanced at Bracken. "Well, I guess we could... but it seems dangerous."

White and Nettle climbes around the straw. "Please, mother! Please, father! We'll do ANYTHING! We want to be warriors!"

Bracken chuckled. "Okay, I agree. Let's go."

END OF FLASHBACK

(And no, not ALL flashbacks have to be super long and clogged up with emotion)

Scarstorm sighed happily. She would make her clan near her aunts house.

"I'm hungry!" whined Dawnkit.

"I'm thirsty!" whimpered Autumnkit.

"My paw still hurts!" complained Owlkit.

"Stop complaining, you all. We only have to turn right at Mothermouth, then it should only be about a three day trip." replied Scarsotmr. Autumnkit groaned. Scarstorm sighed. "Okay, you know what will be intresting? I'll give you your clan names!" Nettle squealed excitedly, and White hopped up and down. "Me first me first!" she squealed.

"No way! I'm oldest!" Nettle retorted, puffing out his chest.

"Hey! No fair! We were born at the same time!"

"Just because we're in the same litter, doesn't mean we were born at the same time."

Scarstorm silenced them, hopping onto a smooth rock. She decided to call the familiar clan summons. "Let all those cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beneath the High- the SmoothRock for a clan meeting!"

The cats gathered eagerly around. "White and Nettle, please step forward," he meowed, her voice loud in against the silence of the night. "From this moment on, until you earn your warrior names, you shall be known as Whitepaw and you shall be known as Nettlepaw." She motioned them over, and they bowed their heads formerly, giggling. "Daisy and Bracken, your warrior names shall be..." she hestated, then decided. "Daisypetal and Brackentail."

She yowled their new names to StarClan, and the others did too.

Owlkit awoke next to his sisters at Dawn. The group had made a small nests under a tree near Mothermouth, so they wouldn't get wet. Owlkit stretched. He liked being the only one awake. His mother was probably hunting.

He felt his sisters stirr beside him. "Owlk- wow! It's dawn already!" said Autumnkit.

"It's me already? That doesn't make sense!" giggled Dawnkit.

Owlkit let his amber gaze travel over the grass. "Let's hunt!" He squealed excitedly. His sisters immediately agreed. They'd be warriors! "Okay, I'm going to be Owlstar! You two can be my servants, fetching me prey!"

Autumnkit toppled him over, and Dawnkit pounced on him. "Or you can be our servant!" Autumnkit squealed excitedly.

"How about we all hunt?" Dawnkit suggested.

"Sure!" Owlkit and Dawnkit said in unison. The three set off together. "Let's find out where the prey is hiding. Mother said they hide in roots of trees and in bushes!" Squeaked Dawnkit matter-of-factly. The other two nodded, rushing over to the nearest prey-cover they could find. "No! You guys, we gotta stick together, that way we don't get lost! Let me lead! I know this place by heart."

The sisters followed their brother. Owlkit didn't really know this place by heart, he just wanted to be the leader.

"Listen! I hear something!" Squealed Owlkit. He was right. There was something rustling in the bushes, something small. Dawnkit dove in, but came out, dissapointed. "It's not prey."

Owlkit looked confused. If it wasn't prey, what was it? Suddenly Nettlepaw jumped out of the bush, laughing. Dawnkit toppled over, startled, and Autumnkit squealed in surprise. "I got you, didn't I?" He said through his muffled laughs. "Scarstorm is teaching us how to hunt."

The three kits looked dissapointed. "Well when we're apprentices, we'll catch one hundered mice every day!" Autumnkit squealed.

"Yeah! And we'll be faster than lightning!" agreed Dawnkit.

"And stronger than a tree!" said Owlkit.

Nettlepaw laughed through the vole he was carrying in his jaws. Owlkit eyed it. It was huge! Probably bigger than himself! "Like my catch of the day? This ol' thing was eeeasy."

"Can we have it?" asked Dawnkit.

"Knock yourselves out." said Nettlepaw, dropping the prey at his paws and heading back to where he came from.

"Let's play with it!" Squealed Autumnkit. "Let's play catch!"

"Wait, it's for eating." Said Owlkit. Would StarClan be mad if he wasted food? Would his father be mad?

"Okay, then let's eat it!" said Dawnkit. Owlkit nodded, taking a big bite of the vole. It tasted tangy, but delicious! It wasn't like the Leaf-bare prey his mother had described, and it tasted much better than milk. By the time the kits had eaten half the vole, they were all too full. Scarstorm, Whitepaw and Nettlepaw came around the bush. "Autumnkit! Dawnkit! Owlkit! I thought I told you to stay with Daisypetal and Brackentail!" she looked at them angrily.

"We just wanted to explore..." Owlkit said, shuffling his paws. Scarstorm's gaze softened. "It's fine, but we'll have to keep on going to our journey. There's a big trip ahead of us."

The kits nodded, and they headed back to the tree where there nests were under. Daisypetal looked frantic. "I-I'm sorry, Scarstorm, I can't find your- oh..." she flushed with embarrasment when she saw the kits. Brackentail called to her, "Told you so!" Daisypetal looked back, going to shoot a retort, but Scarstorm stopped her. "We need to keep going." she said. The others agreed, and they set off on their journey again.

It had been two days since they'd left Mothermouth, and the kits were getting anxious. Owlkit wouldn't stop complaining about how his paws would fall off if he kept walking, Autumnkit was too talkative; asking too many questions nobody knew the answer to, and Dawnkit kept getting thirsty or hungry. And when they did get food or water for her, she would just say she wasn't thirsty or hungry anymore.

Nettlepaw and Whitepaw trained all the time, fighting or hunting. Scarstorm said that if they ran into any unfriendly foxes, badgers, or even cats, they would have to be ready. The kits agreed completely, trying to smuggle themselves into an early apprenticeship, but they were easily turned down. "You're too young." Scarstorm said.

Finally, they came to her aunt's house a sunrise later. Scarstorm bounced joyfully over the grass, while the others stayed cautiously behind. She was about to leap onto the windowsill when she heard a voice call to her. "Just what do you think you're doing?"

She spun around to find Shade; a dark gray tom with blue eyes, and Peaches; a ginger she-cat with a white muzzle, looking at her.

"Shade! Peaches!" she dove joyfully at them. Shade unsheathed his claws and swiped across her muzzle, drawing a few drops of blood. "This is our territory, loner." Scarstorm staggered back, more startled than hurt. Okay, she hadn't exactly thought this through. "It-It's me! Katrina!" She thought back to her twoleg days...

FLASHBACK

I walked through my kitchen door. I'd just gotten back from the library, renting out The Rise Of Scourge. I tossed my book onto the kitchen table, walking to the fridge to get an apple. I stopped in my tracks. My mother anf father were glaring at me. "How dare you do this to us!" My father yelled in his booming voice. "You know we don't have this kind of money!" He threw a piece of paper onto the table. As soon as I read the entire thing over, I froze and trembled. "I-I just-"

"Enough!" My mother screamed. "Three thousand dollars is the kind of money we can't spare!"

I just wanted to be popular! I had broekn into a warehouse with some friends, breaking the windows and smashing the things inside. My father batted e upside the head with his huge hand, making me stagger backwards. My father was such a You-Know-What! I hated my parents! I screamed at him through tears. "I'm leaving this horrible place!"

I had packed a small suitcase full of only nessesities. And of course my parents must have thought I was joking, because they said nothing. That nigth I snuck out of my window and ran away. I caught a taxi to my uncle and aunt's house.

I remembered being with Aunt May like it was yesterday. I think she protected me a lot and I remember how safe I felt with her and how calm I was in her little house. I remember edmaking drawings there and being able to forget myself completely. I loved to draw and read at her house, it was so quiet. I remember the nights it was storming, we would sit on her porch and watch the lightning. I never seemed to understand why people were scared of thunderstorms, they really amused me. I loved them.

Aunt May was like the mother I'd always wanted. Of course when uncle Jeff, her husband, has a heart attack and died, she was still stuck in that deep abyss of grief that one can never seem to get rid of. But when she finally clawed herself out that dark hole, we had many fun times together. In the first year of my birthday there, she got me two cats; Peaches and Shade. And of course, me still trying to be cool, soon after that, I died, and was reborn into the world of Warriors.

Peaches nuzzled Scarstorm softly. "Welcome home." she purred.

Scarstorm looked at her, shuffling her paws. "No, I uhm... I'm not here to stay. You see, I brought my kits, and-"

"Oh! You have kits? Let's see them!" she squealed, running around the house to where Scarstorm came from. Shade followed uncertainly, and Scarstorm padded after her, breathing a heavy sigh.

Was it good? More to come! I know this chapter was boring, haha, but you must read all the boring parts to understand the awesome parts! anyways, please review, and I'm still open to cool ideas! ^-^