LOST - The story of a no name kit

by Finchcloud

Sheepfur is excited she is expecting kits, but with a new rumor going around, any kit that is the third kit , is a threat to the clan. She lets out a sigh of relief when she figures out she has two kits, but what if it doesn't go as expected? Cooler then it sounds! Rated T since this is warriors :P I DO NOT OWN WARRIORS! ERIN HUNTER DO!

PROLOUGE

"I'm expecting kits!" A wooly white she-cat yowled excitedly, emerging from a den. Timberpelt, her mate, ran over to her with a bright face. "Wow, kits?" He purred and licked her face. Sheepfur purred. "Congratulations, Sheepfur!" One cat meowed. "More warriors, great!" Another one meowed. A red tabby town snorted. "They won't be trained warriors when they are first born, plus more mouths to feed" He grumbled. "I think it would be great!" Yowled a young gray she-cat. Another young tom next to her hissed and meowed "Mousebrain! That means we have to do more work" Sheepfur rolled her eyes at the two bickering apprentinces. Sheepfur was excited, but was Cedarcrunch right? What if she had over two kits? The other kit will be bad news for the clan, as so told by the ancestors. Sheepfur's face dropped, and sighed. She would just have to wait and see...

"Quick, bite down on this stick when the pain comes." Instructed the medicine cat, Junipertip. Sheepfur groaned. Soon she would have kits to care for. She smiled, nervously and excitedly. "Snowpaw, place your paw right here." The white she cat slowly and gently placed her paw on Sheepfur's abdomen. "Now, feel around, how many kits will Sheepfur have?" Snowpaw massaged her abdomen, and sat up. "Two!" She finally decided. Junipertip nodded. Sheepfur let out a sigh of relief. Her kits won't be a bad sign! Suddenly, a wave of pain consulved through her. She bit down hard on the stick, making it splinter, but not break. "Good job, Sheepfur, keep going" Murmered Snowpaw encouragingly. Soon, the pain faded. "A tom!" declared Junipertip. Sheepfur quickly dropped the stick, and started to lick her kit instead. But it didn't last for long. Soon, she grabbed hold of the stick again and bit down hard. "The last one, come on Sheepfur." She silently told herself. "A she-kit!" Junipertip said happily. She slowly put down the stick and sighed. Her kits were going to become the best warriors, and soon she started to lick them. She glanced at Junipertip with gratitude in her eyes, but she saw darkness in his eyes. I narrowed my eyes at him. What is his problem? "Timberpelt, you can come inside now!" Whispered Snowpaw through the lichen of the den. "Wait." Hissed Junipertip. I frowned. Why couldn't I see my love? but she was to exhausted to talk. Junipertip exchanged a odd glance with Snowpaw. Then, the pain hit her again. Unprepared, she gasped for air. "Quick, Snowpaw, get the stick!" Yowled Junipertip. Shocked, Snowpaw quickly gave the stick to Sheepfur. "What's happening, let me through!" Snarled Timberpelt outside. What is going on? "Another she-kit" Huffed Junipertip. Too tired to understand, Sheepfur just licked it. My kit is a threat to my clan!