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Firestar and Sandstorm had just returned from their journey to return Skyclan to it's home. Firestar had, had lots of work to catch up on and information to learn about the other clans' strugles.

Everyday Firestar had to work all day, organizing patrols and hunting patrols. Firestar was knocked out cold every night. Graystipe tried to help but it did nothing to sieze the amount of work Firestar had to catch up on.

Sandstorm tried to distract him but it didn't work. Everyone tried to not burden him, but the amount of things to do was not siezing to rise. At least the fight with Bloodclan was over and there was no dogs in the forest as far as he knew.

Sandstorm curled up to him one night and asked. "What do you think about having kits?"

Firestar was appaled."Really? You ready for that?" Sandstorm nodded. "Ok then."