Hey everyone! So, while writing Shadows in the Light, I realized I've only done crack pairings before, never one shots. So I've decided to challenge myself to do fifty one-shots, cannon, and non-cannon. For my sanity while doing this, please review. xD

So of course, I'd love requests. They're always amusing. To request, pm me. I want to keep all the one-shots a secret. Of course, you can review the request if you want, I can still keep it a secret. I can't gurantee I'll do your request, but if I like the idea and think I can write it, I'll definently do so.

So, for this, I'm going to do a..... *drumroll*

one-shot. Now I'm gonna let you guess who the charries are, and then I'll reveal it in the beginning of the next chappie.

She was my everything. She was my sun on a rainy day. My water in the middle of a fire. Breath when I'm drowning. The love to my heart. It had taken my too long to realize this. If I had realized it sooner, I could have loved her longer. I could have saved her from her death. We could have had kits. One like her, one like me.

Every day, I thought over different names for our kits. For the she-cat, it could be Dripkit, or something that associated with her own name. The one that looked like myself, the tom, would most likely be Creamkit, knowing her creative names.

I do have another mate now, and I do truly love her. But she can never replace my first love, the one that was brutally taken from me in cruel fate. I tell my mate that I always loved her, but secretly, I wish she was my first mate.

But theres no changing the past. Whats done is done. If StarClan needed her, I'll let them take her. She'll make all their lives better up there, until I come to join her.

I was faced with conflict. I could never hurt who I love now, but once I get to StarClan, I do want to be with her. Maybe, like myself, my mate will move on and find some one to be with for enternity. I know she deserves more than what I can give her, a grieving tom with nothing to give.

And now, that decision has come.

I lay dying on the shore. The air seems to bubble silently out of my lungs, so full of water. I claw at the sand, but not to hold onto life. I am ready to die, frankly. I've lived my life. My blood lives on in my kits, my two beautiful kits. Cherryheart and Owlclaw. They're great warriors. Cherryheart was already expecting Bumblewhiskers kits. They'd be great, and Bumblewhisker is a good mate to her, better then I was to her mother.

My mate, the mother of my kits, and I haven't spoken to each other since Cherryheart and Owlclaw were Cherrypaw and Owlpaw. We are both senior warrior age. I'd seen so many of my Clanmates die, but so many were born. Graystripe, Dustpelt, Sandstorm, Ferncloud, Daisy, Brightheart, Sorreltail, Squirrelflight, and Leafpool. Many others. Even Brambleclaw died before he became leader, and Firestar passed on after naming Lionblaze, now Lionstar, the deputy.

And somehow, life continued. Now, it ends.

I see her face as I die, the one that, hopefully, I'll meet soon. Before she died, I didn't believe in this 'StarClan'. But if it means I can see her again, I'll believe anything. Just to see her face, hear her voice, anything.

The face becomes more realistic, and I hear her in my ear. "Come with me." she whispers, and instantly, I'm not moving. I hear yowls as cats discover my body, and I know I'm dead, but I float with her anyway, my soul coming out of my own body.

I smell her scent all around me, and I can feel her fur brush mine. "Would you like to see our life together?" she whispers in my ear, and I nod simply, I don't have the power to do anything else.

I see them, our kits. They're curled into her stomach, and shes looking at them lovingly. "What should we name them?" I hear myself whisper, but I haven't actually said anything. We're fantasizing now.

"I'm thinking the one who looks like you could be Smokekit. His eyes are a dark brown, hazy almost." she whispers, and I nod, bending down to lick the top of Smokekits head.

"He's perfect," I meow, my gaze travelling over to the replica of her. "She's beautiful, like you." I whisper, glancing at her, then back at the kit. "What about Lilackit? Lilacs are beautiful."

She nods, and the scene slowly disappears, replaced by a warm, new-leaf forest. The leaves of the trees glitter, and two apprentice aged cat run past me. Its Smokekit and Lilackit, now Lilacpaw and Smokepaw. They fade away again, and I look back to my soul mate. As I look over, I see, out of the corner of my eye, Brambleclaw. He is watching me, and I feel warmth spreading through me.

I am here, with my Clan mates forever, with my friends, my enemies, an eternal new-leaf forest. I can watch life unfold down below and know that sooner of later, peace always finds its way into our world.

Most important, I am with her, forever and ever.

She is my eternity.

Short, but I thought it was unbearably cute. Review review Review.

49 to go. :)