Hey, little warriors! This is wild4warriors101 back to YOU with another Warriors fanfic! So, today I was sitting with my mom, eating lunch, when I got an idea. How about I make a Warriors fanfiction based on my life? I could be placed into one of the Clans, have my friends in real life turn into other cats in my Clan, etc. HENCE, YOU ARE READING THIS! My character will be known as Goldenkit. Welp, I don't really have anything else to say... please enjoy! See if you can pick yourself out among the cats. :)

Allegiances

RiverClan:

Leader- Doestar

Deputy- Lightningwish

Apprentice: Finchpaw

Medicine cat- Kestrelbriar

Apprentice- Oddpaw

Warriors:

Minnowmask

Curlstep

Apprentice: Acornpaw

Rubblerunner

Apprentice: Flarepaw

Duckpool

Apprentice: Antpaw

Brackenfall

Lionivy

Daisymoon

Apprentice: Dovepaw

Eelslither

Bouncestep

Apprentice: Archpaw

Nutwind

Flailstem

Cloverflower

Nightshade

Apprentice: Nettlepaw

Bouldereyes

Apprentice: Breezepaw

Ashwhisper

Apprentice: Brokenpaw

Heronwillow

Apprentice: Fallenpaw

Buzzardskip

Apprentices:

Fallenpaw

Antpaw

Oddpaw

Acornpaw

Breezepaw

Dovepaw

Brokenpaw

Archpaw

Nettlepaw

Flarepaw

Elders:

Adderbelly

Birchleap

Halftooth

Willowwind

Flamestrike

Queens:

Graywhisker-mother of Rubblerunner's kits: Frailkit and Cherrykit

Creekmist-mother of Minnowmask's kits: Coalkit, Tumblekit, and Tigerkit

Meadowlark-mother of Nightshade's kits; expecting

ThunderClan:

Leader- Drizzlestar

Deputy- Lonelyspirit

Medicine cat- Brightbank

ShadowClan:

Leader- Daftstar

Deputy- Dustsparkle

Medicine cat- Eagletalon

WindClan:

Leader- Flintstar

Deputy: Embereyes

Medicine cat- Deadnose

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A beautiful brindle she-cat padded into the clearing, lifting her head to taste the air. She closed her eyes as the beautiful scents of her camp hit her scent glands. "Good morning, RiverClan." She whispered and opened her eyes once again. She padded over to the fresh-kill pile and grabbed a vole before settling down by the base of a tree.

Soon, the camp began to go into their waking routine. Mentors woke apprentices, elders grumbled, queens juggled kits. Meadowlark waited patiently for anyone to call her name, needing her to help with a problem. But the yelp never came. She could finally have a day of rest.

The warrior queen looked down at her swollen belly and smiled, licking the downy fur a few times. This would be her first litter with Nightshade, second overall. The pregnancy had been healthy, and she had still been able to maintain the image of a respected warrior, gentle at rest and ruthless in battle. She sighed with content as her daughter stalked over, a scowl on her face.

"What ever is the matter, my dear?" Meadowlark asked, voice gentle.

"Rubblerunner is making me clean the elder's den instead of going hunting. He promisedhe would take me out." Flarepaw whined.

Meadowlark tilted her head to one side. "Oh, dear... well, you know that Graywhisker has just kitted. And he'll want to spend time with his new kits."

"Yeah, but everycat should respect and carve out time for me!" Flarepaw protested, brown pelt fluffing up.

The apprentice's mother chuckled. "Maybe Adderbelly will tell you a story in there?" She thought.

Flarepaw's ears immediately swiveled forward at the prospect of hearing a battle story from the experienced warrior. "Really?" She squeaked.

"I don't think she'd mind." Meadowlark reasoned.

Flarepaw's tail curled up in delight. "Okay... thanks, mom!" She called as she trotted into the elder's den.

The queen smiled and turned her gaze from following her daughter to looking at the camp around her. What a good life I lead,she thought happily. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain shoot through her. "Oh my StarClan..." she gasped, arching her back in pain.

"Meadowlark? Are you alright?" A deep voice asked. It was Lionivy, Meadowlark's best friend. He had been much more supportive than Nightshade during the pregnancy.

"N-no- I think the kits are coming," She whimpered as another spasm rocked her.

Lionivy's eyes flickered with an unreadable emotion and he immediately shot off. "Fetch Kestrelbriar!" The queen called after him.

Heartbeats later, Kestrelbriar appeared with Lionivy at her side. "I'm here, I'm here," She grumbled under her breath. "Come on. Get to the nursery."

Meadowlark staggered to the den, Lionivy at her side. "I'm scared..." She muttered to the golden warrior. "I know. But everything is going to be alright." He whispered, licking her ear soothingly.

Feeling safe with Lionivy, she settled down in her nest in the nursery. Graywhisker watched from a corner, smiling tiredly after a long night of kitting. They had become apprentices, then warriors together, and they were best friends. "Looks like our kits will have the same friendship as us," She purred and pulled one of her two daughters, Cherrykit, back to her stomach to nurse.

Meadowlark managed a smile and breathed short, shallow breaths. "Take longer breaths." Kestralbriar ordered. She then pushed a wad of leaves toward the queen. "And eat these."

The queen huffed at Kestrelbriar's lack of sympathy and gobbled up the herbs, trying to take longer breaths as the medicine cat had instructed. It worked, and she started to become calmer with every breath she took.

Soon, she had one beautiful, healthy she-kit.

The young kit mewled fitfully, its tiny pink nose thrust into the air. "Is she alright? What's wrong with her?" Nightshade, who had came after the kitting had finished, was very fretful.

Meadowlark sighed, glaring at her mate. "Nothing's wrong with her. She's fine. That's natural." She growled.

Nightshade nodded. "Okay... as long as she's alright."

The queen sighed and looked over into Lionivy's deep green eyes. "You did great, Meadowlark." He whispered, drawing his tongue over her forehead affectionately. "I know that your little she-kit will be the best warrior in all four Clans."

Meadowlark smiled and nuzzled Lionivy. "Thank you, Lionivy..." She meowed and looked back down at her now-nursing kit. She kneaded her mother's belly with a surprising amount of strength. "Oh, little one," The queen sighed. "You're so perfect."

The kit's mother did not lie. She had the most gorgeous golden fur, and beautiful blue eyes that shimmered in the light filtering in from the brambles. She looked up at her mother with those big orbs and mewed, as if to say 'thank you.' She then returned to nursing.

Meadowlark lifted her head from the kit to look over at Nightshade, hoping for him to say something about how proud he was of her as well. Doesn't he love me? But looking at the warrior, she could tell that all the love he felt was for his daughter. He had this look in her eyes that she had never seen before... a look of such happiness and passion that she knew he loved their daughter more than anything in StarClan and beyond. Right now she didn't care whether or not he loved her; she just cared that he loved her kit as much as she did.

The tortoiseshell slowly padded over to the suckling queen and settled down around his kit so that his hind legs were by Meadowlark's face and vice versa, creating a protective circle that the kit couldn't escape from. "What a sweet little one," He breathed, the first words he'd spoken that hadn't been voicing one of Meadowlark's fears. He leaned forward and gently licked the golden kit's forehead. She lifted her head and used a miniscule paw to swipe at his muzzle, hitting him gently.

Nightshade chuckled. "Already a little warrior, I see." He meowed. The tiny kit let out a squeak and he leaned forward, touching his nose to hers. She purred lightly then returned to nursing.

"Can we name her Goldenkit?" Meadowlark asked, heart-warmed by the scene playing out in front of her. Nightshade didn't lift his head from his daughter. "We can name her anything." He meowed, distracted by seeing the tiny lump of golden fur in front of her.

Meadowlark sighed and looked again at her kit, eyes shining and heart ready to burst with love.

"Oh, Goldenkit. I know you will become the best warrior in all the Clans."

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Sorry for how short it is, but I've chosen to do shorter and more updated chapters. It's much easier for these old bones. :)

I REALLY hope you liked it! If you did, please shoot me a review and tell me anything you want! If you didn't, do the same thing (BUT DON'T BE RUDE)! Thanks for reading, my loves... AND MAY STARCLAN LIGHT YOUR PATH!