I had a hard time reading Warriors first book but I grew to like it and that's why I read all of them. I always loved cats and thought of them as beings that look after their owners. I would like to thank my co-author Kikyo Phantomhive for helping write the first part of this story and Twisterheart for finishing the rest of the story. There's more written for the next chapter but I don't know if I can finish it. Please read and review.

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In a two story house of twolegs a litter of kittypets were being born. There were five kittypets. Two were orange, one was black, one was gray, and the other had orange and white and black colors in it. The mother of the litters name was Rose.

Rose was a gorgeous tortoiseshell, her coat dotted with the same colors her kits were. Her kits all shared her teeming bright amber eyes except for one. One of her litter perfectly resembled her coat-wise, having a similar pattern of grey, orange, and black. Her eyes, however, were her father's:green . If she wasn't already the oddity of the litter, she was also the only female.

" Their so adorable," the twolegs mused at her kittens.

The grey tom gave a hearty mewl at him mother. She licked him on the head in response. None of the cats could be particularly called the runt of the litter, but the merry grey cat stood out as the strongest as he toppled over his brothers and sister to rub against his warm mother. One of the orange cats grabbed him by the leg, igniting a battle between all the kits. However, the cats quickly grew sleepy as they expended all their energy.

The male twolegs picked up Rose and carried her to his chair. He liked stroking her turquoise back and feel her body tingle as she purred.

The kits wailed complaints as their mother was stolen from them. After a moment, they all slowly began to give up, a few beginning to traverse the land around them, tumbling out of their nest. Rose watched like a hawk from her perch upon her twoleg's knees, in case one of the kits were to harm himself.

" Dear, the kittens are out of their box," the female twoleg said.

" Let them," the male twoleg said. " There's nothing in our house that can harm them."

The twoleg was wrong.

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The five kittens walked to something the twolegs walked on to get to the top. To the kittens it was something they could not climb. They moved in the bottom bedroom, the bedroom that belonged to the twolegs son before he moved out and Rose had her children.

They scattered about the room. The grey cat and the two orange cats separated from the rest, wandering into the hallway, leaving the girl and black kitten alone in the bedroom. The curious cats soon came upon a large, silky mountain. Accepting the challenge bravely, the grey kitten climbed up, the orange twins following behind. Once they reached the top, they found before them a large, metallic, circular space with some more silky substance coating its bottom. They all slid in curiously, prodding about the strange room and digging into the soft ground.

Then, a twoleg came over, speaking into a little box positioned on her shoulder. Distracted, she didn't notice the kittens, and began to dumb the mounds of clothes upon them. Their meows were drowned out by the fabric as they were covered. Then, the twoleg shut the box up, and pressed a button, so a dull hum began to arise from the machine. The kittens were quickly chocked by soapy water and cloth.

The kittens were trying to claw out but their tiny claws could not push the door open. It seemed like they were going to die in that washing machine, but the door opened and one of the orange cats and the grey cat fell off. One of them made a loud weeping sound for help. The dumb twolegs carried them downstairs. In that metallic box of death Rose looked inside and saw her orange baby unconscious.

"My kitten!" she cried, leaping forward and nudging him roughly. He didn't move an inch, stiff as a stone. Dead.

Rose was sad. She grabbed her baby by the collar and carried it downstairs. Her twolegs had to see what happened to her baby. She didn't hate the twoleg that caused this or expected her owners to hate him...she just wanted them to know what happened so they would take better care of her babies before they had to take care of themselves when she was gone.

The twolegs seemed just as dismayed as her to find the kitten dead. However, they followed this up by placing the young cats in a pent-up little box. Rose understood their reason, but it didn't feel right for her remaining kits to not be able to explore their home. Personally, she was sure the remaining kits had learned their lesson, albeit the very hard way.

" Should we bury the kitten today or have it cremated?" The female twolegs said.

" The kitty is small. We can put it in a bag and bury her in the back," the male twolegs said.

The male twolegs picked up a garden shovel and the female two legs got the bag and put the dead kitten in the bag.

Once the deed was done, they laid a little tombstone above the grave. As Rose sat over her dead kit, she mourned. However, she soon set her mind to her own, living kits. "I have a duty to them as a mother" she assured herself. "I musn't forget that which is... still here."

Rose wasn't the only one who was mourning her dead kit, and it wasn't just the two legs. Her kittens were sitting in a line. The two legs thought because they were babies they didn't know what was happening.

Rose comforted them best as she could. They, in the simplest, understood that wherever their brother wasn't, it was not there anymore. The two kits who had nearly suffered the same fate were particularly shocked. As Rose stroked them, comforting herself as much as the kit, the she-kit suddenly burst through the silence with a determined resolution.

"I don't wanna be here anymore!"

The mother padded towards her scared little kitten. She licked her little kitten's face. She was trying to sooth the baby before trying to comfort her. " You cannot leave this home. You are only a kitten. The world outside this house is too big for you."

The tortoiseshell cat shook her head stubbornly. "I don't care! I want to leave!"

Rose was afraid of this. Her place was in the house with humans, but their fathers place was in the wild with the warriors. That part of their blood she thought wouldn't happen. As a mother she could only do two things. Tell her to wait or let her go.

A huge decision like that just felt too large for her; she didn't feel she had the authority to choose. This was her kit's fate she was debating. She thought briefly to consult her mate, but thought better quickly. She already knew what he would say, anyway. Caressing the wailing kit and soothing her with soft purrs, she pondered for what felt like eternity.

" If you go into the woods you have to live with your father among the Thunderclan. Did I ever tell you how I meet your father?"

The young kit slowly shook her head. The remaining orange kit happened to catch word, joining in with a loud, "Was our dad really cool?" This caused all the kit's attention to head straight to their mother, alongside an on-pour of questions.

" He was more than cool. He was strong. He was a warrior. He could have been a deputy but he wanted to defend the apprentices so one of them could be the new leader. He loved being in the clan more than life itself, and he still does. He raised a young Kittypet like me into a strong cat with beautiful children. This house found my pregnant; they cared for me more than the Thunder Clan could. I'm sorry Redheart, but I couldn't Boltheart."

The kittens stared at their mother in awe, imagining their brave father in the wild clan. One of the squeaked, "What was Thunderclan like? I bet it's really fun there!"

" The Thunderclan wasn't all fun. It was hard training even for cats born as Kittypet's. In the Thunderclan recruits could feel so alive. I wouldn't have had you kittens if it wasn't for the Thunderclan and anyone can join. But I don't want you to go to the Thunderclan."

"Why not?" the tortoiseshell kit questioned, blinking up at her mother.

Rose was quiet for a few minutes. Should she tell them of the dangers that lurked behind every tree? Of the badgers and foxes that stalked the cats, waiting for their chance to pounce? She shook her head. No, they're too young. "I'll tell you when you're older." Standing up, she beckoned for her kits to follow her back inside the house.

Once inside, Rose hurried over to her nest. Curling up, she motioned for her kits to come suckle. As her four remaining kittens curled up against her soft belly, she felt her heart break for her dead son. Her unnamed son who would forever be without his mother. Would he forgive her for what had happened? Rose didn't know, but she knew that she would never let anything like this ever happen to the rest of her babies.

Glancing down at the four surviving kittens she murmured, "It's time I give you all names." The four kittens seemed not to hear their mother, as they continued to suckle until they fell asleep. As they slept, Rose sat there and wondered what names would be suitable for her kittens. Looking down at the gray kitten, she tried to think of a name for him. His name shall be Smokey, she finally decided. Next was the orange tom, who she decided to name Red after his father. After naming those two, she looked at the black tom and wondered what name would suit him. Shadow.

Rose then glanced at her daughter. Lily, she finally decided, running her tail across her daughter's back. Lily let out a happy purr, before kneading up against her mother's side.

It had been two weeks since her son's death, and Rose was still upset. As she watched her four kits play, she desperately wished that her unnamed son was still alive. He should be playing among them.

Sighing, she rested her head on her forepaws and accidentally fell asleep.