Yup. One-shots. Hope you guys like them! Oh, and their mostly romance. XD So enjoy anyways!

Five

A dark gray paw stepped on the dry, fallen leaves on the ground. The next forepaw followed it. The cat to which these limbs were attatched raised her head and drank in the air. She suddenly snapped her vision to a birch tree a few fox-lengths from her. She narrowed her eyes as a small squirrel skittered out from a bramble bush. It quickly chewed on the acorn it was grasping. The rodent suddenly stopped and looked up. An ear-splitting yowl came from a flash of dark grey as thron-sharp claws pounded into the creatures neck, finishing it off. The gray cat landed and waved her tail in satisfaction.

"Great catch!"

Cinderheart jumped when she heard the tomcat's voice. She turned around to see a blazing, golden tom, outlined in the golden rays of sunshine.

"Oh, it's you, Lionblaze," Cinderheart purred. She touched her muzzle to the tom's. "Have you caught anything?"

"Just a starling," he responded. "But I didn't use such agility!"

"How's that for a medicine-cat?"

Lionblaze stared back at his mate for a few seconds before remembering that she was the reincarnation of the old medicine-cat Cinderpelt. After a Thunderpath accident, the she-cat was forced to become a medicine-cat. After she died, StarClan gave her a second chance to become a warrior.

"Come on, let's get back to camp," Cinderheart grabbed her squirrel and bounded towards the stone hollow.

Poppyfrost was sitting in underneath a shady branch in the center of the camp, where the tree had fallen.

"Thanks to Dovewing most cats got out of here safely," Cinderheart reminded herself. About two moons had passed since the Great Battle, which had nearly destroyed everything.

"Hello," Poppyfrost greeted her sister. She angled her ears toward the rabbit she was eating. "Care for a bite?"

"Yes please!" Cinderheart mumbled through her prey. She raced over to the fresh kill pile, greeting her younger sisters. Lilypaw and Seedpaw had recently been named apprentices. She went back to her sister to see that her son and daughter had joined Poppyfrost.

"Hi, Cinderheart!" Cherrywing meowed. Molewhisker and her had also recently been given new names.

"What have you and Lionblaze been up to?" Poppyfrost asked. Molewhisker was tearing into a mouse.

"Oh," the gray she-cat replied dreamily. "Just hunting."

"You should be expecting his kits?"

Cinderheart was taken aback. Kits? Already? "Well, I don't know about that, Poppyfrost." But Cinderheart was warmed by the thought of little bodies nuzzling at her belly, looking as strong as their father. Poppyfrost rolled her eyes, giving her sister a knowing look.

"Hey!" Cherrywing yowled. "Quit it!"

"Told you I could sneak up on her!" squeaked a brown and white she-kit.

Dovewing suddenly padded over to the group of she-cats looking tired. "Dawnkit! What have you and your brothers been up to?" her blue eyes turned to the she-cats. "Sorry if their bothering you!"

Cinderpelt blinked at her, understanding her annoyance. Yes, Dawnkit, Thornkit, and Tigerkit could be annoying. But it made Cinderheart's stomach twist with envy.

The gray warrior bent down and took a small bite of the rabbit. She soon said goodbye to her family and the kits. She decided to go into the nursery. She greeted Ivypool, Rosepetal, and Blossomfall. Only two of the litters had been born, but Ivypool and Foxleap's should be born any day now.

"Hello, Cinderheart," Rosepetal greeted. "What brings you to the nursery?"

"I want kits!" the she-warrior blurted.

"Are you sure?" Ivypool grunted. "It's a heavy weight to be carrying around. Literally."

"Hush, now, Ivypool," Blossomfall hissed. "It seems the Dark Forest left a temper scar on you."

Three tiny mewls escaped from Blossomfall's three kits, Cloudkit, Whiskerkit, and Sorrelkit. The father was Mousewhisker.

"Kits are such a blessing," Rosepetal sighed. "Pebblefoot and mine are be perfect."

"How?" Ivypool hissed. "They're half RiverClan for StarClan's sake! Before you know it, they'll be asking to go down to the lake and learn to catch some stinking trout!"

"We aren't even mates anymore!" Rosepetal snapped. "But Petalkit and Riverkit are everything I've dreamed."

Cinderheart studied her paws. She felt more jealous than ever! She could imagine them now: a golen-brown she-kit, and dark gray tom...

"Don;t feel bad Cinderheart," Blossomfall cooed. "You'll know."

Cinderheart sighed and headed out of the nursery. Lionblaze met her.

"Hey," he said softly. "I was just talking with Mousewhisker and Foxleap about how great it is to be a father."

They gazed into eachother's eyes. "I want kits!" they said at the same time.

"Oh, I should've known that you would feel the same way!" Cinderheart pushed her muzzle into Lionblaze's pelt. He purred.

A half-moon had passed. Cinderheart and Lionblaze weren't having kits yet. "There's still time," Cinderheart tried to tell her self. A sudden pain reached her belly. "Ouch!"

Cinderheart padded out of the forest. She picked up her fresh-kill that she had hunted. "Stupid thorns and brambles and everything," she muttered under her breath. "Better go check with Jayfeather so that I won't be having a giant thorn in my stomach forever."

She entered the camp and another pain came, but not as strong. Cinderheart stopped dead in the middle of the camp. Amusement soon filled her eyes.

"Poppyfrost!" she called.

"Yes?" her sister called from the fresh-kill pile. Cinderheart touched her tail to her belly once her sister was there. Poppyfrost licked her cheek. "Go to Jayfeather," she advised.

Cinderheart ran up to the medicine-den. "Jayfeather! Come touch my belly!"

"What in the name of StarClan is that supposed to mean?" he grumbled. His clouded eyes fell on her. "Oh, it's you."

Cinderheart rolled her eyes. He had a way of knowing things. He told her to lay down. Cinderheart felt his paws pressing on her belly fur.

"Five," he said.

"Five?" Cinderheart echoed. Her ears pricked and she raced out of the medicine-den. She bounded down the rocks and to the center of the camp.

"Well?" Poppyfrost said.

"Five!" and then the she-cat was on her way, leaving a stunned Poppyfrost.

"Cinderheart!" Sorreltail came up to her daughter. "Poppyfrost has told me a little something interesting. Well?"

"Five!" Cinderheart echoed again. She sped off, leaving yet another amazed cat.

"Hey, where's Lionblaze?" she asked Foxleap.

"Hunting. Why?"

"Five!"

"What?"

"FIVE!"

Cinderheart ran to the entrance, nearly crashing into the golden tom. "Whoa!" Lionblaze hissed. "Cinderheart, what's gotten into you?"

"Five!"

"Five what?" Lionblaze was confused. Then, confusion turned to excitement. "Five!" he said. "No!"

Cinderheart nodded towards the medicine-den. "Five!" she was at a loss for words. ("no, really?" says the author)

Lionblaze knocked about three cats down as he sped to his brother. A few heartbeats later, he came out. "FIVE!" he yowled.

Suddenly, the cats understood. All that were in camp came and congratulated Cinderheart. "Five," she always replied.

"Their perfect," Lionblaze whispered. Cinderheart was now in the nursery, where she had five kits nuzzling at her belly.

"How about Blazekit?" Cinderheart suggested. "And then... Poolkit. And Featherkit, Hollykit."

"And for the last one?" Lionblaze whispered, remembering the fallen warrior and Cinderheart's best friend.

A small white and gray she-kit mewled. "This is our dream," Cinderheart whisped.

"Dreamkit."

The one called Blazekit was the mirror image of his father. Poolkit was a light-brown tabby. Featherkit was a blue-gray tabby. Hollykit was long-haired and black. And Dreamkit was the white and gray kit.

Cinderheart picked up her kits. Only a few days old, but they were strong. Lionblaze pelted out of the nursery, and Cinderheart and the ktis followed more slowly. Her mate ran up to Bramblestar. He nodded.

"Cat's of ThunderClan!" Lionblaze's voice echoed throughout the stone hollow. "We have Blazekit, the image of his father. We have Poolkit, in honor of the she-cat who made her birth possible." Leafpool dipped her head from where she was sitting. "Then there's Featherkit, for which can follow in honor of his uncle. We have Hollykit," Lionblaze continued, choking on his words. "So that the spirit of my sister can live the life she wanted. And our last kit is Dreamkit, because this was our dream come true. Cats of ThunderClan, we introduce to you... five"

Yay! It's a little lengthy, but I hope you like it! Thanks! -Petalsteps