(Hehe new one!)

Flintpaw made sure the kits were before her, and she padded along behind Eaglefrost and the kits. Her long, gangly legs stretched out farther, and she let the kits weave between them as a game. She supposed it looks rather fun, besides the danger of being stepped on. She chuckled, her mood immediately getting better.

"Yeah yeah!" Grasskit giggled, jumping up and down excitedly. "But, I want you to heal the bestest you can. So, how bout ah story? Like, what happened to yer cheek!"

"Who were all of those cats, Momma?" Fall asked, darting around Flintpaw's legs and then coming to a stop at the corner of the barn. The chimera settled back on her haunches as she looked to Eaglefrost. Rise plopped down beside his adopted sister and began to chew on her ear. Although, he did look towards Eaglefrost for an answer. 

"Pride cats... we were just talking," Eaglefrost assured the two infants. 

Flintpaw stood, and separated Risekit from his sisters ear. She brought the tom-kit over, and began to groom his ginger and black fur. He smelled of SunClan and the barn - which was mostly hay. She picked the bits of debris from his pelt, and whisked them off to the side of her. Once she was content with her work, she moved the wiggly kit back with his sister.

Rise rolled over onto his back as Flintpaw grabbed him. He outstretched his little soft claws and batted at her whiskers. He let out a whine as he was moved back to his sister, but he simply turned his playful energy on her. He tackled her over and the two began to play again. 

"I think I'm actually going to say yes, Flintpaw, but... before you freak out about anything, it's because I think I can assimilate the pride from the inside. When my father joined he was more than willing to become a clan cat, but Reign isn't like that. I think they'll need an extra push... and it'll be worth it to eventually give all of those she-cats their freedom. And have them go along with it willingly," Eaglefrost stated. 

Blaze looked at Reign, then back to Eaglefrost. This she-cat was obviously debating about joining the pride but... something felt off about her. 

Flintpaw nodded, and sighed. "I..." She was out of words. Do I want to help? Can I help? I mean, I'm only an apprentice after all. Her mind was flooded with thoughts, and her tail curled nervously as she held a paw up for the kits to playfully attack while she came up with words. "Maybe I can help, if you want. It may not be much, but I'm a full-fledged clan cat. That might be what they're looking for. A cat born here to be joining. It's probably Reign's first move to switching the clan over to looking more like a pride."

"I can't ask you to do that, Flintpaw.... but at the same time I'm not going to stop you. I have to admit it would be nice to have someone I know plunging into this hell hole with me," Eaglefrost said. 

"Yes, our adventure...together. I mean, we survived the hell of EclipseClan together. And you had kits there as well. So...it won't hurt us. It can't. So yes, I will join you on your ride into the pride life. We will both take on pride names, you take your old one...and me....we'll come up with one." Flintpaw was obviously nervous, but she didn't let it show.

"We're not going to do it right away. I think we need to come up with a plan first," Eaglefrost responded, trying to settle the she-cat at least a little. "And I need time to explain to Rise and Fall what's going to be happening."

"Yes, a plan. A plan, a plan, a plan." She repeated this several times after as well, but kept her tall composure. "You come up with a plan, how about that, and I explain to the kits. They always give me their attention. And it's just as good as when they give it to you." Flintpaw took a couple deep breaths, and looked to the small bundles of fur.

"If you think that you can explain it to them without scaring them... then you can go ahead. I'll listen, though, just in case I need to interrupt with something." She was more familiar with pride ways, afterall. 

Rise and Fall were still chasing each other and tumbling about the barn, completely unaware of the conversation that was being had between Eaglefrost and Flintpaw. 

Flintpaw crouched down. "The big buzzard is gonna get you if you don't come over here to listen~!" Flintpaw cooed to them, more sweet than demeaning. Her tail waved slightly, and she chuckled as she watched them tumble over.

The small calico thought a moment "W-would it be alright to ask Mo.. Moon?" Curse her, why did her stutter come back now?? It was entirely unexpected, and unwanted. "O-r we could ask one of the other c-clan cats." She said softly

Rise let out a high pitched squeal at the "threat" and quickly disengaged with his sister. He trotted over to Flintpaw, giggling along the way. The other chimera kitten was right at his side, with a large grin stretched across her uniquely split features. 

She forced them to sit down, and she made herself eye level with them. "Okay! We're going on a mission, how does that sound?" Flintpaw mewed, hoping to get happy responses. "Now, we have to be very secretive, which means to shhh! Play like you would every day, but don't start yapping at the other cats, alright? Do you get what I mean, you little rascals?" Her smile showed up, and her pretty eyes closed as she hoped they would understand.

Rise and Fall each blinked at her, a few silent seconds dragging along where neither responded. Finally, Rise cocked his head to one side and gave a quick flick of his tail. "You mean... like spies?" 

"Yes, like spies! Sneaky sneaky!" She jumped up, and looked down at the kittens proudly. "Just like that." Flintpaw crouched down again, trying to get the essence of being a spy for them. "So, follow what your momma and I have to say very carefully, okay?" 

"But... what are we spying on?" Fall piped up, not understanding what Flintpaw was asking of them. 

"And aren't we gonna be apprentices soon?" Rise added. "This sounds like it's gonna be a really long kit-game, and I don't want to play a really long kit game! I want to learn how to fight, and how to hunt and do patrols!" The little tom dropped into a crouch, hindquarters wiggling.