Hmm…I'm typing this about…1 minute after I finished "Midnight Run", and I have a very, very vague idea of what I'll write about for this chapter. I'm not totally sure it'll work and what I'll come up with, but I think it's a pretty okay idea.

BROKEN PROMISES

I remember when I was just a little kit, living outside the Clans, along with my mother and my brother and sisters. I was a kit of four-which was a lot for a loner to have. Mother called my sisters Stream and Brook. My brother was named Ripple. And I was called Rain. Why Mother named us all water forms, I have no idea. She said that our father left us when we were born, not even saying goodbye to Mother. I found that story heartbreaking. I wish I could've gotten to know our father.

I remember that snowy leafbare day when we were starving and huddled in a small hole between some tree roots. Snow piled in on top of us, but we didn't care. All we wanted was food. We were too old to drink milk, and Mother couldn't find any food for herself to eat so she could provide milk, anyway. A chilly wind rustled the half-frozen leaves on the tall oak trees and whispered through my freezing fur. I shivered and Brook scooted closer to me, as if wanting to make me warmer. I remembered Mother telling us we would all survive. She promised us she'd find food.

I remember when Stream died from the hunger. Ripple was near death, and I could tell Mother was too. Soon they both died too, and ThunderClan found Brook and me. They fed us fresh-kill and placed us in a nice, warm den in a bed of moss. We were put under the care of a queen named Sunpelt. She was warm like the sun and her ginger fur was bright as the sun.

So as we snuggled there against her warm belly, I thought about Mother. She never found us food.

I remember when Brook and I became apprentices-Brookpaw and Rainpaw. The Clan deputy, Mallowfrost, was my mentor. He was fairly nice, but for some reason, I just wasn't getting the hang of hunting. "All apprentices have trouble with hunting at first," he told me. "You'll get it within a quarter moon; you just wait. I promise."

Now that I think about it, I got the hunting down in half a moon.

I remember when Brookpaw decided that she wanted to go to RiverClan. I gaped at her when she gave me this news. "Why?" I kept asking her. She shrugged and claimed, "I don't know. I just do." The next day, before she left, she meowed, "I'll see you at every Gathering, don't worry. I promise."

At my second Gathering, Brookpaw wasn't there. At my third Gathering, Brookpaw, probably now a warrior like me, wasn't there.

I was now Rainstorm. They probably named me that for my stormy personality to the world. So many promises, broken. Snapped in half, just like that. I try to ignore the rude looks my Clanmates shoot at me. I try to ignore the whispers. The taunts. The glares.

Maybe I wouldn't be Rainstorm if they hadn't broken their promises.

Wowww. CRAPPY!!!!!! I think this is worst thing I've ever written! –sigh-

xx-Starfall-xx