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Firestar and Sandstorm:

Firestar was lying in his nest, thinking, when his mate Sandstorm appeared on Highledge. He smiled at her, lifting his head up. She came over to him and sat back on her haunches, before starting to lick at his forehead. He could smell a sweet, feminine scent coming from her. She's in heat, he thought. He purred, and stood up. He padded to the entrance of the den and beckoned for her to follow him. He walked quickly towards the entrance of the camp, nodding to his and Sandstorm's daughters Squirrelflight and Leafpool, who were sharing a vole by the fresh-kill pile. Brambleclaw was setting up midday patrols. Sandstorm quickly bounded down the rocks, following her mate. He led her to the mating clearings, which were a safe distance from camp, so no one would hear what was about to come from the next events. They sat together at the edge of the clearing for a few moments, letting their pelts brush together before Firestar rolled Sandstorm onto her back and gently started to lick her stomach. She moaned softly, urging him downward. He started to lick downwards towards her core. Her moans grew louder. She turned them so he was lying flat, pinned underneath her paws. She could see the head of his penis sticking out of the sheath and ran her tongue across the side. Firestar's hips bucked and he moaned loudly. After a while of her licking, his shaft stood fully erect, almost three mouselengths. She rolled back over and got into a hunting crouch, lifting her tail out of the way, so he could see her wet, pink center. He mounted her slowly and pressed himself to her entrance, gently grabbing her scruff between his teeth, and feeling her relax. He slowly pushed himself into her core, groaning at the familiar feeling of her tight, wet walls. He pulled back, his barbs gently scraping her. His mate yowled in both pleasure and pain.

"Oh Firestar," she gasped, panting. "Faster.. harder!"

He complied pounding into her at top speed and as hard as he could.

"Sandstorm," he yowled, pleasure building up within him.

Her hips bucked back to meet his thrusts, her yowls getting even louder as she reached her climax.

"Firestar!" She cried as she came, walls tightening around him.

He gave two more thrusts before releasing his semen deep inside of her, yowling her name. They collapsed onto the ground under them, purring in their post coital bliss. He gently pulled of her, careful not to scratch her more than she already had been.

"I love you," Firestar purred.

"I love you too," Sandstorm replied.

They helped clean each other up and padded back to camp.

2 Moons Later:

"Push, Sandstorm!" Leafpool meowed.

Sandstorm did this, and felt a kit slither into the land of the living. Her two daughters were both in the nursery, Squirrelflight was holding her own kits Hollykit, Lionkit, and Jaykit out of the way with her tail, and Leafpool, who was currently helping her mother kit. Ferncloud and Daisy were also there, with a stick for Sandstorm and some moss soaked with water respectively.

"A tom," Ferncloud said, furiously licking the kit the wrong way to get him breathing.

Leafpool nodded.

"Another one's coming. Push again!"
Sandstorm pushed again, feeling very tired.

"This one's a she-kit," Daisy meowed, doing the same as Ferncloud. "How many more?" She asked Leafpool.

"Two," replied Leafpool.

"Two?!" Sandstorm screeched. "It was hard enough with you two!" She convulsed again as another spasm wracked her body.

"Another she-kit," said Squirrelflight.

"Where's Firestar?" Sandstorm asked.

"The leaders and deputies are in a meeting by the lake," Leafpool replied, waiting for her mother's screech.

" I want him," Sandstorm asked, and Ferncloud nodded.

"Berrypaw!" she yelled out of the entrance to the nursery. The apprentice looked at her.

"Get Firestar! He's in a meeting by the lake. Tell him Sandstorm's kitting!"

Berrypaw nodded and raced out of camp.

Leafpool turned her attention back to the birthing queen in front of her.

"The last one's coming!"

Sandstorm gave one last valiant push before collapsing into the moss. Leafpool broke the kitting sac and a ginger tom tumbled out. She shoved the kit to Ferncloud and went to get some borage. She gave the leaves to Sandstorm who quickly swallowed them.

Firestar sat on the edge of the lake with Onestar, Leopardstar, and Blackstar, along with the deputies, Ashfoot, Mistyfoot, Russetfur and Brambleclaw. They had finished their meeting and really had just gone down to sharing clan news. Suddenly, Brambleclaw's fur fluffed and he said:

"Berrypaw, you shouldn't be here."

Firestar turned and saw the newly named apprentice.

"What, Berrypaw?" he asked.

"I'm sorry for interrupting," Berrypaw mewed. "Leafpool and Ferncloud sent me." He turned directly to the ThunderClan leader and continued. "Sandstorm's kitting."

Firestar jumped to his paws and bolted away as fast as his legs would carry him. The apprentice sighed.

"Not again," he turned to follow his leader.

"Tell him to come back here afterwards," his mentor said.

Berrypaw nodded and ran back in the direction he had come from.

"Sandstorm?" asked Blackstar.

"His mate," Brambleclaw replied.

Ashfoot and Mistyfoot nodded. They both had kits of their own, and Firestar had acted similar to their mates when they had been kitting.

"It's their second litter," Brambleclaw answered Blackstar's next question.

"Really?" Leopardstar and Onestar asked. "Who was the first?"

"Leafpool and Squirrelflight," the ThunderClan deputy replied.

"Ohhh," said Russetfur. "We probably should have known that, Squirrelflight and Firestar look so similar."

Brambleclaw nodded.

Leafpool left the nursery as Firestar ran into the camp with Berrypaw on his heels.

"Is she all right?" he asked his daughter, worry blazing in his leaf green eyes.

"She's fine," Leafpool replied. "I have two new sisters and two brothers."

Firestar purred and gently nudged his daughter before heading into the nursery. He found his mate curled in her nest with four kits suckling gently at her belly. Daisy and Ferncloud smiled at him before leaving to find something to eat, and to give the two some privacy. His daughter was also curled up, her kits staring curiously at the new arrivals. Lionkit nudged her.

"Firestar's here," he mewed.

Squirrelflight looked up, noticing her father. She purred, and nudged her kits up.

"Come on," she meowed. "Let's go find your aunt." She led the kits out of the nursery.

"Hey," Firestar said.

Sandstorm looked up at him sleepily. "Hey yourself," she replied.

He lay down next to her and looked down at his new sons and daughters.

"What do you want to name them?" Sandstorm asked.

"What about Robinkit, for the tabby that looks like Leafpool?" He suggested.

Sandstorm nodded. "And we could name the light ginger tom with the darker tail Redkit."

"What about the other tom?" Firestar asked.

"We could name him Adderkit," said Sandstorm. "You can already see some of his claws."

Firestar purred. "And we could name the last she-kit Aspenkit."

Sandstorm smiled. "Robinkit, Redkit, Adderkit, and Aspenkit."

Firestar smiled. "Get some rest," he said. " I have to go back."

Sandstorm nodded and curled up again.

The leaders and deputies had been sitting in silence for a while when Firestar's scent hit Brambleclaw's nose.

"He's coming back," he meowed.

The other deputies leaped up, clearly ready to bombard the returning leader with questions. When he came out of the trees, the three she cats ran up to him.

"How many? Are they toms or she-kits?" Russetfur asked.

"Is Sandstorm alright? Have you named them yet?" Mistyfoot asked.

"What do they look like?" Ashfoot contributed.

"Dear StarClan," said Onestar. "Let the tom sit down."

Firestar dipped his head in thanks. He sat down next to Onestar, then turned to the three she-cats.

"There are four kits," he purred. "Two toms and two she-kits. One of the toms is light ginger with a darker ginger tail, his name is Redkit. The other tom is a ginger tabby with patches of browm on his ears, back and tail. We named him Adderkit. The younger she-kit looks similar to Squirrelflight, but she's quite a bit pale and has lighter paws. And the last one we named Robinkit. She's almost the exact copy of Leafpool. Sandstorm's great, she fell asleep just before I left."

"Robinkit?" Brambleclaw asked. "You've probably convinced Squirrelflight you want to name your kits after prey. She's always complaining about it. She even tried to make a bet that you would name one of your litter after prey, but neither Leafpool or I would take it."

"I'll have Squirrelflight know we named her Squirrelkit because of her tail," Firestar said, whiskers twitching.

"I know," Brambleclaw purred. "Because you wouldn't shut up about it."

The other cats laughed, and Firestar licked his chest fur in embarrassment.

"I think it's time we leave," said Mistyfoot. "I'm sure Firestar wants to get back to his mate."

They said their goodbyes and the meeting adjourned.

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