-Prologue-
"Snowbird! You have a choice!" Heatherstar's hiss rang out through the clearing where all cats stood watching, "Since you have disobeyed the warrior code and had kits with the Splashclan warrior, Larkfeather, your two kits can either go to Splashclan and live with their father with a different queen to care for them, or they can stay here under the care of another queen. But if they stay here you need to promise not to speak to them about their father or yourself, they must not know you are their mother. Do you you understand? Pick a choice."
A pure white she-cat with tears streaming down her face replied softly, "The first one. It is too much to bare if I can see them but not talk to them. Send them to Splashclan!"
Heatherstar nodded, "A patrol will pick them up at sun down. You will accompany me to the borders of Splashclan along with Dewsong and Feralheart. This meeting is dismissed!" Heatherstar leaped down the high rock and disappeared into her den.
Snowbird sighed and padded into the warriors' den. She curled up into her nest and lay there until it was time to bring her kits to Splashclan.
"Creekstar," Heatherstar meowed and set down the kits she was carrying, "I am sorry that this has become such an issue. I will make sure that none of warriors ever do this again."
Creekstar, a light grey tabby with a blue tinge in his stripes, nodded, "Rippleleaf will take care of the kits." Creekstar turned to a brown tabby tom, "Take the kits to Rippleleaf, Larkfeather."
The tom dipped his head and carried the two kits away.
As the warriors turned to go back to their own clan Creekstar lowly hissed, "Keep your warrior under control next time, Heatherstar! If you can't then prepare for battle! Splashclan will not be mixed with Ashclan blood!"
Heatherstar's fur spiked up and she turned around abruptly, "Remember the prophecy Creekstar? Battle is far down on my list of concerns right now!" she hissed intimidatingly to add emphasis to her sentences and then ran off to catch up with her warriors.