Hi! This is my first story, but I hope you like it!

I don't own warriors.

Prologue

Flowerheart gently licked her kits, her breath comeing in ragged gasps. Her gaze flickered to the two small balls of fur at her belly.

One was a preety light gray color, tiny white paws stuck under her chest.

The other was a beautiful golden color, with a pearly white tail wrapped araound her.

A cold wind ruffled the kits fur, and light gray one let out a mournful mew, shivering. Flowerheart immediatly rasped her tongue over the tiny kit.

It shivered once more, and, frightened, Flowerheart pulled the kit closer to her, trying to share her body heat.

The kit shivered again, and lie still. Flowerheart's eyes glazed in sadness, and with defeated hope, she licked the kit again.

But it would not move.

What have I done to deserve this?! Flowerheart wailed with grief, before her crystal blue gaze caught sight of the second kit. She began to lick the golden furball as it suckled peacefully at her belly.

"What should I call you, young one?" She whispered as she rasped her tongue over the kit's head. Flowerheart glanced around, the reeds that made up her den swaying in the breeze. "Honeykit, after your aunt?"

She glanced down at the small she-kit, snuggled sleepily into her fur now. Flowerheart shook her head as she stared into the kit's bright golden fur. It doesn't sound right.

How about Shinekit, after your grandmother?

Flowerheart shook her head once more. Her kit needed a beautiful name that fit her. She nudged her kit closer to the entrance to her den, slowly inching behind her. Once she had settled with her kit at the enterance, Flowerheart stared up into the stars above her, so that she might ask her warrior ancestors what name she should use.

She sighed staring out into the camp. Her beloved RiverClan camp.

There was a stir in the reeds that sheltered the warriors. A russet-colored tom stepped out, shaking the night's dew from his pelt.

His gaze caught Flowerheart's and her heart leaped with joy. Foxclaw!

"Flowerheart? What are you doing?" He asked her, lifting his nose to the air. He smells our dear kit! As the scent filled Foxclaw, his eyes shone like stars in the night sky."You kitted? In the middle of the night?"

He took a few protective steps toward the light gray queen. Flowerheart nodded slowly.

Foxclaw sniffed in displeasure."Where is Icewhisker?"

Flwerheart's tail flicked to the entrance, and the sweet smell of the RiverClan medecine cat flooded around the two. Foxclaw nodded, staring at the bundle of fur at Flowerheart's belly.

"What did you name her?" He mewed, his gaze flickering into her's. Flowerheart opened her mouth to reply, before she shook her head.

"I. . . haven't named her yet." She whispered quietly. "I couldn't think of anything."

Foxclaw nodded to her, though his eyes were fixed on the golden kit.

Flowerheart stared up at the stars in Silverpelt, each twinkling with it's own radiance. "I just wish StarClan would give me a sign. Nothing seems to fit her."

Foxclaw nodded again, his fur ruffling up as he stared into the sky with Flowerheart.

"Flowerheart," he whispered, his voice cracking with surprise."Look."

Flowerheart followed his gaze, up to the stars. One glowed a. . .different color.

Its amber light shone in the sky; brighter than any other star. It twinkled, as though giving her a message. Flowerheart's crystal blue eyes widened, her light gray pelt bristling.

"An amber star?" Foxclaw voiced her surprise, his own pelt bristling along his spine. Flowerheart slowly nodded, the shock fading from her eyes. She glanced down at her kit, then back up at the star.

"Foxclaw. . ." Flowerheart whispered, her gaze continueing to flicker between the golden kit and the amber star. Foxclaw glanced at her, his eyes wide. He sat down in front of the light gray queen.

"What does it mean, Flowerheart?" He whispered, slowly sliding into a crouching position. For a heartbeat all they could do was stare at the small kit, that was sleeping peacefully. Flowerheart's crystal blue gaze swept up and met Fowclaw's green one. She stared proudly into his eyes, her whiskers twitching. Quietly she whispered, so that only she and Foxclaw could hear.

"Amberkit."

Yeah, the prologue! In case you didn't notice, this story takes place while SkyClan is still in the forest. Yeah, and I might change a few things from Firestar's Quest. Anyway, review!

-Amberleaf