Dovewing laid on her side, her flanks rising and falling as she panted. "You did so great, my love." Tigerstar murmed, nuzzling her. "Our kits are beautiful." Dovewing smiled, closing her eyes.

"Have you decided on a name for them?" Puddleshine spoke quietly, so as not to disturb the now silent, sleeping kits.

Tigerstar looked expectantly at Dovewing. She raised her head slightly, shaking it. "I think we'll decide in the morning," She purred. "For now, I'd like to get some rest, if that's okay with you?" She blinked sleepily up at Tigestar and Puddleshine, a soft smile on her lips.

"Of course, my love." Tigerstar nuzzled her once more, before following the medicine cat out of the den.

Dovewing adjusted her position, curling into a ball around her three tiny kits. She couldn't believe just how quickly her life had changed. Moving from ThunderClan to ShadowClan, to be with Tigerstar – known then as Tigerheart – and bearing his kits shortly thereafter. She took a deep breath, curling a little tighter around her kits.

Feeling a slight breeze, she lifted her head. There shouldn't be a breeze in the dens, especially not the nursery. Her ears swiveled as she heard the leaves move in the trees just outside the den. "Your friendship with the moon shall shatter, and all that will be left is darkness." Dovewing's eyes narrowed, looking around the den.

Once more, the trees rustled outside the den, and a breeze ruffled her fur. "Your friendship with the moon shall shatter, and all that will be left is darkness." Stiffening, she glanced around once more before laying her head on her paws.

There couldn't be another prophecy. Not yet. Her kits were just born! They needed her! This could not be happening!

Defeated, she sighed, closing her eyes, finally allowing sleep to overcome her.

She awoke the next morning to mewling. Opening her eyes, Dovewing glanced around the den. She was the only one inside, the only queen here in ShadowClan at the moment. She raised her head, looking down at her kits. Two toms and a she-cat. My, weren't they beautiful. She felt her gaze soften and her heart swell. Tigerstar and Dovewing had been through so many trials in their young lives, but they had made it through, and she was finally able to call him hers.

Suddenly, the entrance to the den rustled, and Tigerstar stepped through the brambles. "Hello, my love." He purred. "How are you feeling?" She smiled at him, nuzzling his cheek as he stepped close.

"I feel good, after a good nights rest. How are you doing, my dear?" She asked him.

Tigerstar glanced down to his kits, his gaze soft. "I'm perfect. And so are they. I love you so much, Dovewing." He curled up next to her, his tail gently sweeping up and down her flank. "Whenever you're ready to name them, we can." He murmured, his mouth next to her ear.

"I want you to do it." Dovewing purred at him. "I want you to name our children." Tigerstar purred loudly, resting his chin on Dovewing's head.

"Are you sure, my love?" Dovewing pressed herself closer against Tigerstar, indicating that it was, indeed, what she wanted. "Two toms and a she-cat.. Let's see.." He trailed off. "Foxkit," He murmured, "For the russet colored tom, in honor of Flametail. I miss him so much…" Tigerstar trailed off, as if lost in thought.

Dovewing twisted her head, reaching until she could nose at Tigerstar. "I know you do. I think it's lovely."

Tigerstar grinned down at Dovewing before pressing his nose into her fur, and laying that way for a few heartbeats. Pulling away, he looked back at his two remaining nameless kits. "Featherkit, for the she-cat, she's a spitting image of her mother." He purred. "And finally, Stormkit," He purred, "He's the perfect blend of the two of us."

And it was the truth, while Featherkit was all gray, and Foxkit had inherited Dovewing's distant family member Firestar, as well as Tigerstar's brother Flametail's, russet red pelt, Stormkit's body was the brown and black that had given Tigerstar his name, whereas his paws, ears and nose were the delicate gray of his mother.

"I love it," Dovewing purred back. "Foxkit, Featherkit and Stormkit. They're beautiful." She nuzzled Tigerstar, rubbing the top of her head on his chin. His purring got louder, before he finally pulled away. "I should get out there and make sure no one's attempting to take my leadership," He chuckled. "I'll visit you later, my love."

He pushed his way out of the nursery, the brambles closing up behind him until Dovewing could no longer see into the clearing. Gently, she felt a breeze pick up again, same as it had the night before. She felt worry stir inside her, as she waited, ears perked for the whispers.

Her ears were one of the things that had helped save the Clans when the Dark Forest attempted to take over the waking world. It had given them numerous advantages, along with the help of Tigerstar -then Tigerheart - and her sister Ivypool.

However, this time, she couldn't pinpoint where the whispering was from. How far away it was, who it was coming from or where it was coming from. She just knew that she could hear it, and she didn't like the way it made her feel.

Curling around her three kits, and covering them with her tail, she drifted off to sleep with the whispers in hear ears.

"Your friendship with the moon shall shatter, and all that will be left is darkness."

Hello my readers. For those of you who are joining me on this journey, please be patient with me. I went about 4 years without reading these books, and am just now getting back into it. Having said that, I have not officially caught up in the series, so some details may be a little off.

Bear with me, and enjoy. Hoping to make these chapters longer as I get the ball rolling. Thanks for visiting, reviews and criticism are welcomed(:

~Ice