Okay! Second Story! I hope you enjoy, because this is my main story! BTW all my stories are going to be warriors based.
OKIE DOKIE. Bluestar, Wanna Tell them a disclaimer?
Blue: Fine. Frosteh does not own Warriors. Erin Hunter does.
The she cat laid with her two newly born kits. A gray tom kit with dark gray flecks, and a sandy ginger tom with white paws. The question was, who was the father? A gray tom came bounding in to see the kits. "Squirrelflight!" he mewed cheerfully. She purred. "Hello, Ashfur." she meowed. "What are their names?" He purred excitedly. She giggled. "I was waiting for you!" He laughed. "Okay, how about du-" he was cut off by a brown tom with black stripes who came storming into the nursery. "How are my kits?" he meowed coldly. Ashfur's hackles were raised, hissing at the large tom. "Your kits!? They are mine! The one looks just like me!" He spat. Both toms looked like they they were in total different clans. "Ashfur! Brambleclaw! Stop fighting!" she hissed. "Your'e scaring the kits!" she whispered. Brambleclaw smirked. "My kits!" he teased to Ashfur. Ashfur rolled his eyes. "They really are mine, but you can believe whatever you want." Ashfur corrected. The sandy-colored kit opened his green eyes. "M-mama?" he squeaked. She purred. "Hello. You are... Swiftkit, because you were born first and you opened your eyes first." the small kit blinked and looked at the fur-bristling toms. "Who are they?" she sighed. Time for the truth. "The gray cat, is your father." She confessed. "You call him Ashfur, and me Squirrelflight." she purred. Brambleclaw hissed at them and charged out. He chuckled. "So, shall I name him?" he mewed, flicking his tail towards the gray kit. She nodded. He gave him a thoughtful look and finally responded "Wolfkit," they both purred. Then the kit opened his eyes. His eyes were icy blue, like Ashfur's. "Good morning, Wolfkit. I am your mother, Squirrelflight," She mewed with a warm smile.