Catching Up

Sunpaw padded through Thunderclan territory, her eyes wide. "Wait... tell me the story again?" She purred, her tail flicking.
Her ragged fur had started to regain it's bright color, and her personality had become cheerful once more. After moons of being stuck in that dark cave, she had finally escaped. She was home, but she had to catch up on all that had happened.
Darkwing, Blizzardstar and Leopardclaw had all changed drastically. Leafpaw, her own brother, had become a warrior and a father, with the name of Leafstorm.
Specklepaw had become a warrior too, and had already borne kits. She had no idea who the father was, but it was safe to say that he certainly wasn't good looking.
Her kits were rambunctious and violent, just like their mother.
On the bright side,  Hawkpaw and Blazingpaw were both warriors, and she heard that Falconpaw was going to have an assessment. Litters of kits had been born, cats had died, history had been changed.
The story that intrigued her the most, however, was Rockthorn.
Sure, he had been cruel to Leopardclaw and his family, scary beyond all reason and horrifyingly harsh on everyone, but a murderer?
That was a far stretch.