Ok so sorry it took like months to post this sequel but I have been so extremely busy and was at writers block and all sorts of stuff. Anyways The Last Sketch gave me the idea and the title so a big thanks to them. Second of all, even if I tell you what I'm going to put in the next chapter or what's coming up, you can still suggest any ideas at all. No flames and please review. Makes me really happy! Also, if I write something that's totally wrong, if you could let me know so I can fix it and make a note on the next chapter I would really appreciate it. If you read my previous story you would know that I assigned a dead cat an apprentice so ya… Here it is!

It had been two moons since Featherpaw had first confessed her love for Bramblepaw. He, along with Tawnypaw, Sootpaw, Sorrelpaw, and Rainpaw, would become a warrior soon and join Fernpaw and Ashpaw, now Ferncloud and Ashfur, in the warriors den. She would miss his warmth at night, but she could always sleep next to Stormpaw.

"Featherpaw!" her mentor, Sandstorm, called her over. Runningwind had been tragically hit by a monster. Funny how all the bad luck with mentors was with Featherpaw.

Featherpaw padded over. Over the last two moons, she had lost all of her kit fur and her muscles could be seen underneath her fluffy pelt. Since she was half Riverclan, she had the burden of having their thick fur. It was nice on drafty days though, she mused. When she reached Sandstorm, she was crestfallen to see a glare staring back.

"I thought I told you to clean out the dens! One-eyes having a fit!" Featherpaw cowered beneath her gaze. She couldn't tell her she'd been too busy thinking about Bramblepaw.

"I.. I was hunting," she lied. "The smell of prey was so strong I couldn't resist. I guess I got a little sidetracked." Sandstorm sighed.

"Well you can go thank Bramblepaw for taking care of that for you." Just as she said that Bramblepaw came into view and his eyes lit up.

"Gladly." Featherpaw mewed smugly under her breath.

"What was that?" Sandstorm asked sharply.

"Nothing!" she said quickly and ran over to Bramblepaw. They touched noses and Featherpaw mewed, "Thanks for cleaning the dens out. You really saved my pelt." Bramblepaw shrugged.

"It was nothing. It doesn't even compare to the time I was supposed to check the elders and queens for ticks!" Featherpaw purred and enjoyed his company. Even if they moved into different dens, it's not like they wouldn't be able to see each other.