I'm running out of warrior names, here…so if I use one more than once, it's because I am having many difficulties trying to think of different names. So…yeah! Sorry. Also, remember the gorge in ShadowClan territory from chapter 32? It's in this chapter, too. ^^;

TYPICAL

Ever since we were kits in the nursery, my brother always tried to compete with me.

Well, why wouldn't he? He was smaller. He had a weak-sounding name-Mousekit. He didn't have large, sharp claws or broad, muscular shoulders like me. Even my father didn't like to play with him because he was afraid that he'd step on Mousekit.

I felt bad for him.

Then he became full of anger and unhappiness, which was unusual for a kit. Whenever we'd wrestle, he'd use his claws and teeth, and once he even sprained my paw. He'd always blame things on me that he had done. Mother didn't quite know whom to believe.

Once we became apprentices, he fell in love with a beautiful she-cat named Petalpaw. I, too, fell in love with her, and it was obvious whom she'd choose to love: me. Lionpaw.

We fought and fought over her. Once again, he sprained my other forepaw in another wrestling match. Our medicine cat was beginning to catch onto who was causing me all these injuries.

Now we're full-grown warriors. Petalpaw, now Petalbreeze, is my mate. She's expecting kits in a few moons, and I am overjoyed. Mousepaw, now Mousefoot, is not. He is now full of anger, unhappiness, and envy. He won't even look at Petalbreeze or me.

That's the story of our past. Now this is the story of the present.

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"Hi, Petalbreeze," I meowed, squeezing into the nursery entrance, which was made more for slender she-cats rather than for huge, broad-shouldered toms like me.

"Lionclaw!" the ginger-and-white-patched she-cat purred, bouncing to her paws and nuzzling me.

"How about you go out into the forest with me and get some fresh air?" I suggested.

Petalbreeze nodded. "Sure!"

The moment I exited the nursery, Mousefoot popped in front of us. "Hey, Lionclaw, Petalbreeze. How's it going?"

I was shocked, and I could tell Petalbreeze was as well. Mousefoot was small-talking us? He had not even spoken a word to us after we became mates, and now he was asking us how we were?

"I heard you guys are going into the forest for some fresh air," Mousefoot continued. "Mind if I tag along? I've not been on a patrol in what seems like moons!"

"Um…" Petalbreeze and I exchanged glances. "Sure."

Mousefoot looked sickeningly delighted. "Thanks! This'll be great!" He bounded to the camp entrance. "Come on, slowpokes!"

My mate and I exchanged glances once again, and hurried over to the entrance, not knowing what to expect of this trip.

Mousefoot led us all the way to the gorge, which was farther than I wanted to take my pregnant mate. But we were both too stunned that he'd talked to us to say anything.

We reached the steep, rocky hill that led up to the cliff.

"Er, Mousefoot," I meowed. "I don't think Petalbreeze should be climbing this…it's too steep, and it won't be good for the kits."

"Oh, come on," Mousefoot insisted. "It's not so bad." He sprang up onto a rock, and then leapt onto another, until he was at the top.

I helped Petalbreeze up the hill, and when we reached the top, she sat down, panting. I shot a glare at Mousefoot, but he wasn't looking.

"Oh! There's the lake!" Mousefoot motioned with his muzzle towards the forest. I followed his gaze, but the tall pine trees were blocking my view. "Where?"

Petalbreeze glanced up. "I don't see it."

"Well…why don't you come stand where I am?" Mousefoot moved aside so we could sit in his spot.

"I still don't see it," Petalbreeze meowed. "Do you, Lionclaw?"

I shook my head.

Suddenly, Mousefoot bowled into Petalbreeze from behind. She shrieked and tumbled over the edge of the gorge. "Petalbreeze!" I yowled. I gazed down and saw her spiraling into her rocky grave. "No! Petalbreeze! StarClan, no!"

I could hear her wailing, and suddenly, it stopped.

I spun around to glare at Mousefoot. "What have you done? You killed my beloved mate!" I lashed out at him with my forepaws.

He dodged my blows and grinned. "If I can't have her, nobody can!"

I flung myself onto him, and he toppled over the cliff. Like Petalbreeze, I could hear his yowling, and then a small crash.

So, Mousefoot killed my mate, and then died because of it.

Typical.

Brother rivalry. ^^

I'm 2/5ths of the way there!

xx-Starfall-xx