A/N: Alrighty! So this was my first fanfic on Rainmist-and-Lilymist (transferred to this account because I felt like a nuisance on her account all the time) You know the drill, anything from the story you recognize from the books obviously isn't mine, if it was I would be rich and I would be living happily in London. And this comes a short time after The Last Hope. Story is based around Bramblekit(paw) and Rainkit(paw) who was previously named after my username on the other account... So yep. I hope you enjoy :) I've done some edits so a little more detail on somethings... And maybe a little less randomness!

A fluffy, pale grey she-cat with blue eyes pushed through the ferns that had turned to a silver color in the moonlight and padded into an open clearing. On the other side of the clearing there was the silhouette of another cat, his scent wafted toward her. He got to his paws and made his way to her, his features becoming clearer. He was a huge tabby tom with dark brown tabby stripes with a torn ear and warm, welcoming amber eyes. She purred happily at the sight of him.

"You came," he meowed softly as he pressed his muzzle into her cheek.

She gave him a quizzical look. "Why wouldn't I?" she inquired. He shook his head, purring softly. "Tigerheart," she mewed, "I have something to tell you." He held her gaze, waiting for her to continue. "I'm going to have kits," she purred, her tail twitching in joy.

Tigerheart seemed frozen for a moment. "Oh StarClan, that's great!" he meowed, his eyes dancing.

The look faded from his face when he realized that Dovewing had lost the joy in her stature. "What am I going to tell them?" she whispered, her blue eyes clouding with anxiety.

He blinked his eyes in confusion. "What do you mean?" he mewed. "Queens don't have to tell anyone who the father is unless they want to..."

"I know," she mewed cutting him off hurriedly. "But if a kit looks like you..." she trailed off shaking her head, her shoulders sinking. "They'll be suspicious."

"Then they can be suspicious," the tom decided, "they wouldn't be able to tell. There are others that look like me," he promised.

Dovewing didn't look convinced. "I guess," she meowed as she looked behind her anxiously. "I won't be able to come here as often, once I'm in the nursery they'll be watching me like a hawk." She swished her tail at that, obviously not liking the idea.

He sighed and straightened up. "It's to keep you safe. If I could I would, but..." he stopped himself from going on any further. "Who knows?" he inquired tilting his head to the side in question.

"Lionblaze, Jayfeather, Cinderheart, Ivypool, Squirrelflight, Brackenfire, Millie, Graystripe—"

Tigerheart cut her off with a snort of amusement. "—the whole Clan?" he mewed, his amber eyes glowing in amusement.

Doverwing dipped her head slightly. "Yeah," she mewed. "I plan on moving into the nursery soon... A few have suspected that I'm having kits... Some think Bumblestripe's the father," she mumbled amused by the idea.

Tigerheart snorted in laughter, clearly entertained. "That furball?" he mewed, his eyes gleaming in the pale silver moonlight. "You've got to be kidding me!"

She shook her head, her whiskers brushing his. "Whitewing wants it to be him," she offered. "If she found out it was you, she'd have my tail!" She seemed to be entertained with that idea.

He looked over her head in the direction of ThunderClan camp. "You should get going soon," he mewed, "I wouldn't want you to get into trouble for being out, especially now," he added as he pressed his muzzle against her cheek again. "If you can make it tomorrow, I'll be here. If not, it's okay. I understand."

She dipped her head in agreement. "I'll try to see you tomorrow," she promised before she turned to slip back into the ferns leaving Tigerheart standing in the empty clearing. She padded back to camp. To her surprise, she made it back to camp without even being noticed and slipped into her nest in the warriors den without a word from anyone.

Dovewing gasped in pain a the first kit came. Her body shook with effort and pain as the first kit slipped out. A she-cat. She licked the bundle of fur before she convulsed in pain as another kit slipped out. Another she-cat. She licked the other kit just before a third pain ran through her body. A third kit slipped out. A tiny tom. She licked the tiny kit's fur the wrong way sending heat into his body before placing him beside his two sisters at her belly.

She'd done it all by herself. She had come away from the camp to have her kits. Well, not really. She had gone on a walk with Cinderheart when the kits started coming. The grey she-cat had hurried back to camp for herbs from Jayfeather, but hadn't returned in time for Dovewing's kitting.

She looked at her kits with pride in her blue eyes. Two she-cats and a tiny time. The two she-cats looked almost identical, both were a silvery-grey shade, except one had black tipped ears and the other didn't. "Rainkit and Lilykit," she murmured gently as she named the two identical kits. She studied the tom, he was small, yes, but he was going to be strong, just like his father. The tom matched Tigerheart's pelt almost exactly, except his underbelly turned silver along with his muzzle. "Bramblekit," she whispered softly as she curled her tail protectively around her kits.

Cinderheart came crashing through the undergrowth out of breath and stopped abruptly seeing that Dovewing's kits were at her belly. "Are you alright?" she asked worriedly as she eyed the kits.

Dovewing nodded her head warily, "Only tired," she mewed closing her eyes for a short moment.

Cinderheart made a sound of satisfaction in her throat as her eyes locked with Doverwing's. "Thank goodness I brought Lionblaze with me," she said as she looked over her shoulder as the golden tom stepped out of the crushed undergrowth—no thanks to Cinderheart—and stood beside his mate. "We can help carry them," she mewed looking back at her friend.

The grey she-cat nodded again. She got to her paws leaving her kits mewling on the ground for a moment before she picked up the tom and the other two picked up the she-cats. Lionblaze lead the way back to camp with the kits' scruffs in their jaws.

When the reached camp Lionblaze set Rainkit down. "You should probably let Jayfeather look at them," he suggested, his eyes landing on his brother's den.

Dovewing nodded as she nudged Rainkit toward the den who started to squirm in that direction blindly. She rushed into the medicine cat's den and then returned for her daughter before finally staying put in Jayfeather's den.

"They seem healthy enough," he mewed after he had done a thorough lookover of the kits. "The tom seems a little small." Dovewing nodded in agreement. "They'll live," he decided. "You need rest, go back to the nursery," he mewed, his blind blue eyes flashing sympathetically. "I'll help you take the kits back."

Dovewing picked up Bramblekit by the scruff of his tiny neck again and the other two grey cats picked up her other two kits and carried them to the nursery where they were attacked by questions by Cinderheart's own kits.

"Be quiet," Cinderheart mewed in a hushed voice. "Dovewing is very tired, she deserves some rest." It seemed like forever before Cinderheart's kits finally quieted down and Dovewing finally fell asleep.

A/N: So, what'd you think? I did a little editing here and there to make it better—hopefully. Have a nice morning/afternoon/evening folks! :)