Well everyone, this is my first fanfic, so please be nice with the comments. This story is about Graystripe's life from a kit to the deputy of Thunderclan.
Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors. All character names and places are from the Warriors series, written by Erin Hunter
Prologue
"Hold on Frostfur! Everything will be fine after your kits come," Spottedleaf purred. Frostfur tried to move into a more decent place when Spottedleaf warned, "Don't worry! Your first kit is coming, I can see I almost!"
"Make it quick! I don't want to put up with all this fuss over me, I can take care of myself just fine," Frostfur snapped at Spottedleaf.
"Fine, Frostfur, but I have to be with you because you can't give birth by yourself unless you're a medicine cat." Spottedleaf sighed. "And I'm almost done with your first kit, he's almost here!" Frostfur panted a little. "Look Frostfur, your first kit is here!" Spottedleaf purred excitedly.
"Is there anymore kits coming? Because I don't want to feel this pain anymore," Frostfur growled.
"Yes your first kit is here and this is the only kit you're going to have in this litter," Spottedleaf meowed.
Whitestorm pushed his way into the nursery and demanded, "Is my kits born already? Where are they?"
Spottedleaf purred with amusement. "Of course your kit is born, why I would let you in, in the first place." Whitestorm sighed and pushed his way into Frostfur, his mate.
"Are you OK, Frostfur, I could hear you from outside of the nursery, and I wondered what Spottedleaf had done to you," Whitestorm purred with delight when he saw his only son, a long-furred tabby gray tom. "He's wonderful, Frostfur, isn't he?"
"Yes, he is wonderful, our son," Frostfur purred tiredly.
"Stop bothering her for now. Can you see she is trying to sleep?" Spottedleaf hissed.
"Or course, Spottedleaf," he replied and pulled his way out of the nursery.