Hello there! I am now writing a fanfiction for warriors, if you cannot tell already. This happens after The Last Hope, as you might guess. And I am really happy with what I've got so far!

Disclaimer: Anything you see that you might recognize I do not own! Especially the warriors series or code any of that, that's all owned by the Erin's! If I had owned it, I would be quite rich, but I am not.

Prologue

A fluffy, pale gray she-cat with blue eyes pushed through the ferns that had been turned silver in the moonlight and padded into an open clearing. There was a silhouette of another cat on the other side of the clearing. The cat stood up and padded toward her. He was a huge dark brown tiger-striped tabby tom with a torn ear, and amber eyes. She purred happily.

"You came," he meowed softly as he pressed his muzzle into her cheek.

"Why wouldn't I?" she asked. He shook his head and purred softly. "Tigerheart," she mewed, "I have something to tell you." He looked at her, holding her gaze with his amber eyes. "I'm going to have kits," she mewed with happiness edging at her voice.

"That's great, Dovewing!" he mewed happily, his eyes dancing with joyfulness.

"What am I going to tell them?" she asked her happiness fading.

"What do you mean?" he meowed. "Queens don't have to tell who the father of the kits are."

"I know," she mewed. "But if a kit looks like you…" she trailed of. "They'll be suspicious."

"Then they can be suspicious, they can't know, there are other cats that look close to me," he mewed.

"I guess," Dovewing meowed. "I won't be able to come as often, because once I'm stuck in the nursery, they'll be watching me like a hawk," she mewed.

Tigerheart sighed. "But it's for the best. And it's to keep you safe, something I can't do because of our Clans," he meowed. "Who knows that your expecting kits?" he asked.

"Lionblaze, Jayfeather, Cinderheart, Ivypool, Squirrelflight, Brackenfur, Millie, Graystripe–"

Tigerheart cut her off "–the whole Clan practically?" he meowed, he didn't sound angry, he sounded like he had expected it.

Dovewing nodded shortly with her eyes dancing with happiness. "Yea," she mewed, "I've already moved into the nursery, a couple of my clanmates have asked who the father is, some are suspecting Bumblestripe," she mumbled.

Tigerheart snorted in laughter. "That fur ball?" he meowed his eyes gleaming in the moonlight. "You've got to be kidding me!"

She shook her head. "Whitewing wants it to be him," she meowed. "If she found out it was you, she'd have my tail!" she mewed in amusement.

"You should get going soon," he meowed, "I wouldn't want you to get in trouble for being out, especially now," he added as he pressed his muzzle against her cheek. "If you can make it tomorrow, I'll be here, if not, it's okay. I understand."

She nodded. "I'll try to see you tomorrow," she murmured as she slipped back into the ferns.

Dovewing padded back to ThunderClan camp, leaving Tigerheart behind in the clearing. She made it back to the camp without being noticed and even managed to slip into her nest unnoticed.

Dovewing gasped with pain as the first kit came. Her body shook with effort and pain as the first kit slipped out. A she-cat. She licked the bundle of fur before she convulsed in pain as another kit slipped out. Another she-cat. Dovewing licked the second kit just as a third pain ran through her body. A third kit slipped out. A tiny tom. She licked the tiny kit's fur the wrong way sending heat into his body before placing him beside his two siblings at her belly.

She'd done it all by herself. She had come away from camp to have her kits. She had been on a walk with Cinderheart, the she-cat had gone back to camp for herbs from Jayfeather, but hadn't returned in time or Dovewing's kitting.

She looked at her kits with pride in her eyes. Two she-kits and a tiny tom. The two she-cats looked almost identical, both were a silvery-gray shade, except for one had a black tip on her ears and the other did not. "Rainkit and Lilykit," she murmured as she named the two identical kits. She studied the tom, he was small yes, but he was going to be strong, just like his father. The tom was gray with a little patch of Tigerheart's fur on his forehead and on his muzzle. "Bramblekit," she murmured softly as she curled her tail around her kits.

Cinderheart came crashing through the undergrowth and then stopped abruptly seeing that Dovewing's kits were suckling. "Are you alright?" she asked worriedly as she looked at Dovewing's kits.

Dovewing nodded her head warily, "Only tired," she meowed as she closed her eyes for a moment.

"Thank goodness I brought Lionblaze with me," Cinderheart meowed looking at Lionblaze as the ThunderClan warrior stepped out of the undergrowth beside his mate. "We can all carry one of the kits," she meowed looking at Dovewing.

Dovewing nodded again. She got to her paws leaving her kits mewling for a moment before she picked up Bramblekit and Cinderheart picked up Lilykit and the ThunderClan warrior picked up Rainkit.

The two she-cats followed Lionblaze back to the camp with the kit's scruffs in their jaws.

When they reached camp Lionblaze set Rainkit down. "You should probably let Jayfeather look at them," he meowed.

Dovewing nodded, Cinderheart had already known Lionblaze's plans and had already brought Lilykit to Jayfeather's den and had come back for the kit's sister. The two she-cats brought the two other kits to Jayfeather's den.

"They seem healthy," he meowed as he turned toward them. "But the tom seems a little small." Dovewing nodded, she already knew this, but there she wasn't in the mood for arguing with the older tom. "They'll live," he meowed. "You need to rest, go back to the nursery," he meowed. "I'll help you take the kits back."

Dovewing picked up Bramblekit again and the two other gray cats picked up her other two kits and carried them to the nursery where they were attacked with questions by Cinderheart's own two kits.

"Be quiet," Cinderheart meowed in a hushed voice. "Dovewing is very tired, she deserves rest."

Finally Cinderheart's kits quieted and Dovewing finally fell asleep.

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