My new story, Different. Now, many people have said that my one-shot Regret is a lot like Brighteyes of ThunderClan's work. Well, I have not read her books yet, so please stop that ranting. That would be very much appreciated.

Allegiances:

FrostClan

Leader: Brackenstar- golden brown tom with green eyes

Deputy: Black and white tom (temporarily)

Medicine Cat: Rosespiral- tortoiseshell and white she-cat with green eyes (Petalscar's sister)

Warriors:

Rockflame- jet black tom with green eyes

Moonwisp- gray she-cat with white spots

Spotteddawn- crème she-cat with light pink tail tip

Apprentice, Lightpaw

Leopardspots- golden she-cat with darker brown spots

Tigerstripe- dark brown tabby tom with amber eyes

Lionstorm- thick-furred golden tom

Apprentice, Snowypaw

Stormfang- stormy gray tom with blue eyes

Blueclaw- blue-gray she-cat with blue eyes

Apprentice, Robinpaw

Nightspots- black tom with white spots

Rosefall- gray tom with pale lilac fur

Apprentices:

Lightpaw- ivory she-cat with green eyes

Snowypaw- white she-cat with one blue, one amber eye

Robinpaw- tortoiseshell she-cat with black face

Queens:

Sunfeather- beautiful golden she-cat with sleek pelt and emerald-green eyes (Mother to Rockflame's kits Moonkit and Fernkit)

Petalscar- pretty creamy white she-cat with scar running down her shoulder (Mother to Stormfang's kits, Mothkit, Sunnykit and Featherkit, current deputy)

Kits:

Moonkit- beautiful creamy white she-cat with delicate silver spirals running down her head to tail; enchanting green eyes

Fernkit- plump, fluffy brown she-cat with white spots

Sunnykit- orange tabby she-cat with amber eyes

Mothkit- light brown tom with golden spots and green eyes

Featherkit- long-furred light gray she-cat with white-tipped fur and soft blue eyes

Prologue

"Look at the moon." Two figures stood in camp leaning into each other as they watched the moon climb to the top of the sky. "It's so beautiful…" A black tom purred, hardly more than a shadow against the ginger she-cat.

"Almost as beautiful as you," he purred. The ginger she-cat batted him with a paw, eyes soft.

"I wonder how our kits will be like," she commented, eyes distant. "Maybe as handsome as you…or as beautiful as me." Pride edged her voice. "Ow!" she dropped down, face twisted in a scowl of pain.

"Sunfeather!" the black tom yowled in surprise, eyes huge. "What's happening?! Are you kitting?! Is your belly hurting!"

"Yes!" Sunfeather snapped. "Go get Rosespiral, and quickly, Rockflame!" The black tom sped off.

"Rosespiral! Rosespiral!" Rockflame yowled. "Hurry up! My mate is kitting!" A tortoiseshell she-cat appeared, eyes clouded with sleep.

"Shut up!" she yowled. "I'm coming! But the ruckus you're making is waking every cat up!" Rockflame shut his mouth, eyes giving away his fear. The she-cat padded stiffly past the black warrior, and to the queen, who was caterwauling in pain.

"Shh," Rockflame murmured, trying to comfort her. "Think of the kits! They'll be so beautiful! So handsome! What would we name the toms?"

"Sootkit," Sunfeather gasped softly. "Or Tigerkit." Rockflame purred.

"Beautiful names, dear." Sunfeather purred weakly, stopped short by a groan. "Uh, what would you name our daughters?" he asked quickly.

"Moonkit," Sunfeather wheezed. Rockflame glanced hopefully at Rosespiral. Surely the kits would be borne by now, right? Suddenly, Rosespiral nipped a small sac and a slender kit tumbled out. Rockflame's eyes softened.

"She's beautiful," he breathed, sniffing the little bundle softly. Sunfeather let out a screech.

"This is a big one," Rosespiral commented. "Quite big for a kit." Sunfeather let out a grunt. "It's coming…" Rosespiral nipped the sac again and out tumbled a dull, fluffy brown cat with white spots. Rockflame felt his heart swell out with pride and love.

"Well done," he purred, brushing his cheek against Sunfeather's. "Let's name them." Sunfeather cast hardly a glance at the big kit, all her attention on her smaller, prettier one.

"Moonkit," she purred, nuzzling the small slender she-kit. "She's beautiful, right?" Rockflame nodded. "Our pride and joy." That Rockflame could not agree with.

"What about the other one?" he pressed. Sunfeather cast a small, pitying glance at the squirming bundle.

"Isn't obvious?" she purred. "The name Fernkit would suit her." Rockflame nodded slowly, eyes troubled.

"Yeah," he meowed. "I'll see you tomorrow." He brushed his cheek against hers and left. As soon as the warrior left, Sunfeather gazed at Fernkit with such hatred that even blind cats would squirm in fear.

"You," she hissed. "Are not my daughter."