This is going to be a one-shot about Squirrelflight and Ashfur's kits, unless popular demand has it that I make a sequel. So here's the first chapter!
A/N- Ok, in this book, the badger attack didn't happen. (This takes place about 2 moons afterward it would've occurred, pretending Squirrelflight was pregnant a while ago.) Also, since Cinderpelt didn't die in my book, that means two of Sorreltail's kits are unnamed. (It saddens me that Molekit died so I'll rename him and he can become an apprentice) I'll be having a naming contest for them later on. So just bear with me if any confusion occurs, I'll try to make it clearer.
Disclaimer- I don't own warriors and I'm tired of saying it!!
PROLOUGE
The cool morning breeze ruffled Squirrelflight's dark ginger fur, sending chills down her spine. Protectively, she wrapped her tail around her newborn kits who were suckling gently at her belly.
"They're beautiful." A soothing voice whispered.
Squirrelflight turned her head around to see the pale gray pelt of her mate.
"And best of all they're ours." The ginger queen cooed back, and rubbed noses with the handsome warrior.
Ashfur nodded and looked down at the kits he fathered. There were three of them. One was a gray tom, just like his father. The other was a pretty orange tabby she-kit. The last she-kit was white, with gray patches on her ears, paws, and tail.
"Have you thought of any names yet?" a voice called from the nursery entrance.
Both mates turned to see Sorreltail looking in affectionately at the two new parents.
"Not yet." Squirrelflight replied modestly. Then turning back to her kits, she used her tail to guide the tom back onto her belly.
"Well, there will be plenty of time for that later." Cinderpelt meowed limping in. dropping a pile of herbs in front of the ginger queen; she stayed to watch every leaf be eaten before returning to her den.
"And if you have any troubles just call me!" the medicine cat yowled over her shoulder.
Suddenly, balls of fur came flying from nowhere as Sorreltail's four kits tried to enter the nursery.
"I wanna see the kits!"
"Come on mom."
"Ya mom please?" they meowed anxiously.
Sorreltail growled sternly at her kits who immediately settled down. Then turning to Squirrelflight for approval, she quietly led her kits inside.
"You must be very gentle though." The ginger queen warned. "They were born last night so it'll be awhile before they're old enough to play with you."
"Look how tiny they are!" Honeykit cooed as she sniffed the lumps of fur.
"Will they grow up to be warriors just like us?" Poppykit asked her mother.
"Of course they will. But they need their rest." The pretty tortoiseshell guided her kits out with a sweep of her tail. "Come on. How about I show you how to hunt like a warrior does?"
Squirrelflight let out a purr of amusement as Sorreltail led the energetic kits into the clearing of the camp.
Watching the kits' boundless energy made the queen realize how tired she was, so she curled her tail around her kits and closed her eyes, letting the long needed sleep overcome her.
After helping with her sister's birth, Leafpool settled down for a nap.
(Yes, I know she originally ran away with Crowfeather, but since the badger attack didn't happen I'll just say she came back on her own will this time.)
The instant she dozed off, she found herself awake again on the island. Around her, were the starry shapes of those from StarClan.
"Greetings Leafpool." A cat called out. Stepping forward, the medicine cat recognized the pelt of Bluestar, the leader before her father.
Leafpool dipped her head in respect. "What have you come to show me?" She asked her warrior ancestors cautiously. Though it had been two moons since she ran away with Crowfeather, the brown she-cat was worried the cats still didn't trust her.
"We have brought you a message." The past leader replied vaguely.
Then, as if one voice, the starry figures began to speak in unison.
"Descending from a great flight will come three, whose paws will shape the future of the clan."
"I don't understand!" Leafpool wailed. "Please explain it to me!" But even though she cried out to the fading warriors, she knew there was no use. Starclan would only share with her what they thought necessary. It was her job as a medicine cat to decipher it for the good of the Clan.
Jolting awake, the medicine cat found herself still in her comfortable moss nest. The scent of herbs calmed her nerves, but the eerie voice from her dream still echoed in her mind.
"Descending from a great flight will come three, whose paws will shape the future of the clan."
Leafpool didn't know what it meant yet, but she had a feeling it meant trouble was to come, and only certain cats could stop it.
Well, hope you liked it! All suggestions are welcome. So please go and review!!
NAMING CONTEST: Well, I told you I'd give you more details so here it is.
If you want to rename Molekit, send in a very short one-shot about how you think he died. (Not what the book says! Make this up on your own! Use your creative mind…) Now, for everyone who'd like to pick out a name for the kit who should be Cinderkit (but isn't b/c in my book she didn't die) review with a short one-shot about Squirrelflight and Ashfur as mates. (It can be anything from them going hunting together, her announcing to him she has kits, anything like that) The person from each category with the best one-shot shall receive a plushie of their choosing, along with the naming privileges of that kit. So what are you waiting for? Get to typing!