So this is my first fanfic and its about a warrior cat named Kestreltalon if you haven't read Warriors by Erin Hunter I suggest you don't read this
Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors it belongs to Erin Hunter
Claim: I own all the characters in this fanfic
Prologue
Darkriver looked into the eyes of his mate menace gleaming in the depths of his own.
"D-Darkriver I-I thought you would be happy to be a father..." His mate Honeyspring stuttered eyes wide.
"This ruins everything you immature fool! We should have stopped this a long time ago I'm Thunderclan your Windclan! This will ruin my chance to be deputy!" He growled swiping a claw towards his former mate as she flinched stumbling backwards with a surprised yelp.
"If anyone finds out about us you and your mousebrained kits will be dead! Now go never come back to me!"
Honeyspring dashed through the forest and out onto the open moor surprisingly fast for the kits she was carrying she collapsed onto the ground legs giving way and felt a powerful spasm pass through her
B-but the kits aren't supposed to come for another moon! She thought panicked as another spasm passed through her. She shrieked in pain body trembling on the cold damp ground of the moor. She felt herself push and a moment of relief as the first kit came out before pain grasped her again. She saw the blurry figure of Ravenfire the medicine cat running towards her. Finally after what seemed like moon two kits lay at her side while Ravenfire licked the last one.
"It was a she-kit" Muttered Ravenfire who stopped licking the last kit and stared at its limp body grief and sympathy coming off him.
"W-What's wrong with my kit" Muttered Honeyspring weakly
"She's with Starclan now Honeyspring..."
Honeyspring swallowed back a wail of grief "S-She shouldn't die without a name... Starclan will receive her as..." She paused looking at the stillborn Half Windclan half Thunderclan she thought regretfully "Halfkit... May Starclan light your path little one." She muttered grief stricken.
She looked towards her other two kits a fierce pang in her heart of love and protection Nothing will ever hurt them. How can Darkriver not see how beautiful and innocent his kits are? It's not like him. She looked at her little gray blue tom with a white chest and paws she touched her muzzle gently to his head. "He will be Kestrelkit." She stated lovingly. She looked at the she-kit who was mewling gently, little pink mouth open. She was ginger with honey colored tabby markings. "This little one will be... Flarekit"