Hey girls and guys! This is Chapter 2 of my Warriors story Bring the Thunder. I know it's really short, but that's because I'm sick at home today and I really didn't feel like writing much. Sorry if kind of reflects my mood. This chapter is actually about RiverClan after the battle. Anyways here are my replies to the reviews.

Lily Mackenzie: I'm glad you told me more about her character! I also PMed you about it. BTW if you have any more to tell me about her character please PM me instead I will see it quicker and we don't want to spoil everything about her to those who don't know about what's planned for her (sshhh!)

Mew Celibi account: I'm really glad you like it!

rockbelly1234: Yeah, I'm glad you sent in those characters. I will also continue to PM everyone who sent in a create a cat when there's a new chapter!

ScourgexScarlet: I am glad you liked that I used Sapphirepaw!

Nickel: As for Sparksong's past, yes it will be reavealed later in the story.

Oh quick question to all of you to (leave you answer in the reviews) !

Who do you think the white and ginger she-cat is? (It's in the Allegiances)

Chapter 2:

Minnowface's tongue gently licked the RiverClan deputy's wounds. Streamshine's ears twitched with annoyance. "I don't think I'm that bad, Minnowface," she said to the RiverClan medicine cat. Minnowface checked her scratches one more time for any other serious wounds.

"I suppose you aren't," Minnowface replied. The medicine cat looked over to where Streamshine's sister sat in the den. Streamshine was full of concern.

"Is she okay?" Streamshine asked, paws prickling with nervousness. Minnowface nodded and returned to some of the other warriors that had been in the battle. Streamshine's pelt grew anxious with the waiting, but she knew she had to respect the medicine cat.

Minnowface turned back around. "Streamshine," she asked, "can you go fetch me some poppy seeds? We're very low." Streamshine nodded.

Streamshine arose to her paws and padded out from the den. She almost tripped once or twice as a result to her claws sticking into the moist ground. As she ran, Streamshine could feel the cold fog washing over her like a wave.

Why couldn't it have been me who was hurt? She wondered. Why did have to happen to her sister? Streamshine padded along, alone in her thoughts. Someone must have read her mind because she looked up to meet the face of Sandwater, a RiverClan warrior. "It's good you weren't hurt," she mewed, "Troutstar needs you."

Streamshine blinked in surprise, then in guilt. Sandwater had been on that patrol and had been wounded in her shoulder and leg by some ThunderClan apprentice.

Sandwater looked down at herself, licking her wounds. "Don't feel guilty," she said. "That apprentice put up a good fight. You were battling Mapleleaf and I saw you couldn't help any of us."

Streamshine heard this, but it didn't make her feel any better. She looked down at her paws, ashamed. "We couldn't even beat WindClan," she murmured. She thought Sandwater was going to say something encouraging about that to, but she seemed to take no notice of Streamshine's statement. She told Sandwater about the poppy seeds and left her basking in the sun.

Streamshine's pelt was hot with the sun beating on it and her pawpads were cracked. She was going to point that out to Minnowface when she was in her den, but she didn't want to cause any uneeded herbs to be wasted. She sort of felt amazed she was even named deputy, after all, she was a young warrior when he named her. She was a good fisher and a vicious fighter according to most of the warriors around her. But Streamshine took no notice. She just wanted to do the best for her Clan.

She looked up in surprise and discovered that her paws had taken her to the river. With the river's calm and flowing current, it relaxed her. She stopped a moment to look at the River. The calm current, the bundles of fish swirling around, the soggy banks around her paws that made them feel quite soothed instead of dry and cracked.

Streamshine stood quietly, not letting her shadow tower of the river. She watched a big fish as it swam by. Her paws tensed to lunge at it right away, but she stopped them. She had to wait for the right moment. Then, suddenly she scooped the fish out of the water visciously. The fish landed on the ground, flopping its slippery body back and forth. Streamshine dug her claws into it and held her claws in it until she was sure it was dead.

Satisfied with her catch, she scooped it up in her mouth and was just about to head to camp to put it in the fresh-kill pile. Then, she heard the scream.

At first she stopped. She thought in fear that it was a badger, or a fox, but she was relieved and heart shaken when she figured out it was a cat's scream.

Streamshine whipped around quickly, just in time to see a white and ginger head bob out of the surface of the water.

A cat was drowning.

At once Streamshine leaped to her paws, dropping the fish she had just caught. The soggy ground didn't stop her from running with the wind in her paws to the river. Frantically, she looked around.

She couldn't see anything but the rushing of the water. Was the cat gone? She gasped a breath of relief when she saw the white and ginger head rise again from the water, though this time farther down stream. The cat was screaming frantically, its paws flailing around in the water desperatly trying to latch on to something. Streamshine was relieved when she saw her pelt get caught on a branch.

Streamshine dove into the water, thrusting herself of the soggy bank and into the current. Her strong paws swam against the current, gliding easily across to the cat. She tried to grab her by the scruff, but the cat resisted. In result of the resist, the cat unlatched itself from the branch, flowing further downstream. "Great StarClan!" muttered Streamshine irritably.

She swam faster in a hasty motion, trying to reach the cat. Though it was hard to see because the water the cat was flailing hit her in the eyes. Why didn't that cat listen? Once she had reached the cat once more, she grabbed the cat by its scruff again, and this time the cat didn't resist. She swam back to the shore, but the cat was heavy and weighed her down.

She finally got to the shore and clawed at the banks, hefting the great burden of weight laid upon her. She flopped the white and ginger cat on the ground, breathing heavily. "Just what," she wheezed, "do you think you were doing?"

The cat got up before her very eyes and looked at her. Streamshine was startled. The eyes she saw showed no gratitude. They were cold and flashed with anger. Streamshine hoped she wouldn't try to run because she knew she could not follow being this tired. Her bellyfur was already soggy weighing her down against the ground.

"I can...take care of myself," the cat wheezed,"I'm not helpless." Streamshine's own green eyes blazed with anger. How could she say that?

"Well," replied Streamshine, "it sure didn't seem that way when I had to rescue you from drowning, mousebrain! Why would you even try to swim?" She could see the rage in the other cat's eyes. The other cat tried to storm off, her left leg lame. Streamshine ran to block her way.

The other cat's anger was enourmous. "You can't stop me from leaving!" she hissed, lips back in a snarl.

"No, I can't," replied Streamshine, "but I can tell your in a bad need of a medicine cat."