So, here we go. First Warriorfic ever. Hopefully I know what I'm doing. Wish me luck! R&R please. Constructive criticism is loved and respected, and taken into account!

-Jay

It was mid-leafbare and a great commotion was happening around the nursery of ThunderClan. As the snow fell quietly outside a new littler of kits was being brought into the world, but something had gone wrong. All ThunderClan cats had stopped what they were doing and raced to the nursery to see if they could be of any assistance at all.

"You're doing great, Dovepelt. Everything is going to be fine." mewed a blue-tinted she-cat with white stripes running down her back that was hovering over her.

A younger cat, white with a dark gray stripe running down her back was crouched next to her watching.

"Will she be okay?" the young cat asked.

The older she-cat hissed. "If you would let me do my part she will be!"

The young cat was silent and stalked slowly over to a dark-brown tabby tom with a white underbelly and a dark stripe going down from his nose to the tip of his tail. He was sitting in the corner of the nursery hanging his head.

"It's okay, Hawkheart. Dovepelt has been fighting the whole time, she'll hold out. She's a strong cat." The young cat mewed as she took her place sitting next to Hawkheart.

"I know she is, she's a wonderful she-cat and an even more wonderful mother. You're proof of it, Snowpaw." He replied. "Bluestripe will make sure she lives."

Two kits had already been born and were being watched over by a silver she-cat. The two kits' were alive; you could see the rise and fall of their flanks as they huddled together. Suddenly a black and white tom came into the nursery and strided over to Hawkheart.

"How is she?" the tom asked.

"She's doing okay… two kits have already been born and-"

"Here comes the last one!" Bluestripe yowled. "It's a tom!" she purred happily.

Snowpaw rushed over to pick up the small tom and place him with his two littermates while Hawkheart padded over to sit beside Dovepelt, who was breathing heavily.

Hawkheart purred lovingly into his mate's ear. "They're beautiful, Dovepelt."

"She's still very weak, too weak to nurse kits and I'm afraid she won't be able to be on her paws for awhile." Bluestripe meowed sullenly. "But she will live. I can assure you I will do everything in my power to make it so, Hawkheart."

Hawkheart nodded. "Should we move her into your den?"

"No. It's too risky right now. Maybe later on we can but for now, I want to keep her here." Bluestripe mewed.

Hawkheart smiled weakly and Snowpaw bounded over.

"Can I help you with anything, Bluestripe?" She mewed.

Bluestripe nodded. "Can you watch her while I go and get some herbs from my den? If anything changes, send a warrior to me immediately!"

Snowpaw purred with excitement as Bluestripe left.

"What an amazing responsibility, Snowpaw!" Hawkheart purred.

Snowpaw puffed out her chest with pride.

Bluestripe returned quickly and began to address Dovepelt. She checked her breathing, heart rate and other vital signs, as well as giving her a pulp to eat which Hawkheart made sure was taken. Then Bluestripe addressed the kits. First born was a small light brown she-kitten with darker stripes and a black tail tip, who was breathing normally and seemed absolutely fine. Next was white she-kitten with silver paws who was also seemingly fine. Lastly was the tom, who was a darker brown than the first she-kitten's stripes. The tom had a white underbelly and chest with white front paws and black back ones. He also had a dark stripe running down from his nose to his tail tip, like his father. This tom was smaller than the other two, the runt of the litter, and was breathing a bit more heavily, but breathing nonetheless. Bluestripe felt the tension roll off her back and Hawkheart seemed to pick up on it. He smiled and nuzzled Snowpaw who purred back.

"They'll be fine then?" Hawkheart meowed.

"They'll be fine." Bluestripe replied.

Hawkheart crouched down and whispered to Dovepelt. "The kits will be okay. I wish you could see them, they're so lovely."

Snowpaw watched Bluestripe leave the nursery. She was still in awe. Bluestripe saved her mother when it seemed impossible! Snowpaw decided she wanted to do that too. Saving lives was something only a medicine cat could do when it came down to cases like this and Snowpaw never wanted any kitten to feel the grief of losing its mother. By the time a clan meeting was called, Snowpaw had decided. She was going to be a medicine cat. She glanced over at her new siblings and noticed how small the tom was. He would have a hard time fitting in and keeping up in training. She would be his medicine cat too, she had to. Now, she had a brother to protect.

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather here beneath Highledge for a clan meeting!" called the black and white tom who spoke with Hawkheart who was now sitting on Highledge with Bluestripe. All ThunderClan cats gathered around except for Hawkheart, Dovepelt, and the kits. Snowpaw sat up front, she planned to reveal her wish at the meeting.

"Cats of ThunderClan! I have just received word by Bluestripe that Dovepelt and her kits will live."

Yowls of happiness sounded from below and the tom waited until they ceased.

"Jetstream has agreed to nurse the kits until Dovepelt has returned to full health and is able to take on her duties. Hawkheart, we give you all the support ThunderClan can offer."

Hawkheart, who had just come out of the nursery, bowed his head. "Thank you, Rockstar."

"Now, does anyone have anything else to add?" Rockstar asked.

"I do." Snowpaw meowed.

Everyone turned their heads to focus in on Snowpaw and she tried to stay tall.

"After seeing my mother in such a state, I was bewildered when I saw how easily Bluestripe handled it… I wish to train as a medicine cat." Snowpaw spoke proudly, swallowing her nerves and sitting tall.

Bluestripe shifted her weight under the praise. "I did my best…" she mewed quietly.

"Well if Bluestripe will allow it…" Rockstar meowed.

Bluestripe purred. "Of course, I could use an apprentice."

Snowpaw seemed overwhelmingly relieved and puffed out her chest with pride. Hawkheart's eyes were gleaming as the meeting came to a close.

Jetstream approached him as he neared the nursery. "I'm sorry about Dovepelt. I wonder what went wrong…"

"I'm not sure, but she's alive and she'll bounce back." Hawkheart replied.

"You must be proud of Snowpaw, a medicine cat is an important job, you know." Jetstream mewed.

"Yes." Hawkheart meowed.

"You'll be spending the night in the nursery then?" the she-cat meowed.

"I can't just go back to the warrior's den… not after this. At least not so soon." Hawkheart slid into the nursery and Jetstream followed.

It would be a long night for Hawkheart, a night without hearing his mate's voice. In his heart, he knew she would be fine but how much longer would he have to live without her stepping in sync with him on a hunt?

w00t! So, there's the first chapter done. All doneeee! I wonder if Snowpaw made the right decision… Oh well. Too late now.

Yep, so nothing happens that involves our main character yet. He won't be involved in Clan-life for a little while now. Hopefully soon…