Hello everyone! This is my first fanfic posted here!

For people who have already read it, I have edited some of my chapters to better ones (I hope). This one was for the cause of a triple bingo in French (remember, Shadowgin?) :P

Anyways, please enjoy, and don't forget to review! :)

Thanks, Icestorm711

Prologue

"The kits are coming!"

Swallowtail hared across the clearing and into the medicine cat's den as fast as her swollen belly would allow.

Flamepelt drowsily lifted her head, disturbed by the commotion.

Screeching to a stop, the queen crashed into the brambles shielding the den. "Flamepelt! Tawnypelt's kits are coming!"

At once, Flamepelt bolted out of her nest. Holding back her panic, she ducked into the supply den, snatching up the needed herbs. She dashed across into the nursery and found Rowanclaw crouching beside his mate, his claws tearing out pawfuls of moss.

"Out! Get her some water to drink!" Flamepelt snapped at the tom before shoving him out of the den.

Rowanclaw muttered something inaudible and receded, his pawsteps traveling towards the camp's entrance.

Swallowtail poked her head in. "I'll be outside. Call me if you need anything."

Flamepelt gave her a grateful nod. She heard the pregnant queen sit down with a huff, not so agile as she was before.

Her attention focused back onto Tawnypelt.

The queen's belly was contracting as powerful waves rippled through.

"Flamepelt…" she moaned.

"It's okay, Tawnypelt. It'll be a while before they come." Flamepelt answered softly.

Just then, Rowanclaw appeared again, clutching a humongous wad of moss, quenched with lake water. His eyes flew towards his mate as he set down the moss. "How is she?"

Tawnypelt urged her patient to drink; it was a while before she meowed to him. "She's okay, Rowanclaw, but you can't stay here. Go out and patrol or something."

Rowanclaw opened his mouth as if to argue, but a scorching glare from the medicine cat silenced him.

"I'll find you some prey, Tawnypelt," he mumbled, "see you later."

"Bye…" Tawnypelt's farewell turned into an anguished yowl as the contractions came again, stronger.

Casting one last glance back, Rowanclaw went out again, his paws shuffling as he made his way towards the fresh-kill pile.

"Thanks for getting him out of my fur," Tawnypelt murmured, her attempt at humor fading as she winced again.

"Not long now," Flamepelt grabbed a bunch of raspberry leaves, chewed them into a pulp and fed it to the tawny queen.

Gulping big mouthfuls of air, Tawnypelt twitched as painful spasms made her open her mouth with a soundless wail.

"Come on, you can do it!" mewed Flamepelt soothingly.

Flamepelt put her paw onto the queen's belly and knew that it was time for the kits to arrive.

"Push, Tawnypelt, push!" she meowed over Tawnypelt's loud yowl.

A tom's head suddenly pushed into the den and blocked the sunlight flooding in.

"Are they coming? Is she okay? Do I… " He asked with an anxious look on his face.

"Rowanclaw, she's fine! Now get out!" the medicine cat hissed exasperatedly.

Offended, Rowanclaw drew back. Turning back to her patient, she could see the kit's head.

"You're almost there! Push!" she encouraged the exhausted queen.

Tawnypelt arched her back, gave a yowl, and the kit plopped out. Flamepelt quickly nipped open the sac and the kit took in its first breath, its tiny pink mouth gaping wide.

"Welcome, little one," she whispered as she tucked the kit into the curve of her mother's belly.

Suddenly, Flamepelt had a vision. The kit was a full-grown warrior, and was teaching a white cat to recognize herbs. Less than a heartbeat later, she was back to reality.

Great Starclan! Is she going to be my apprentice? Flamepelt wondered. Quickly, she felt Tawnypelt's belly.

"It's over, mom," she smiled as the kit suckled for milk.

Tawnypelt gasped, "She's so beautiful!"

"Rowanclaw!" Flamepelt called.

At once, the tom was inside the den. Crossing it in one bound, he reached his mate and licked her tenderly between the ears. His eyes moistened as he spotted his offspring, her tiny eyes squeezed shut.

"She's beautiful! Thank you, Flamepelt." He turned his attention towards her, his eyes warm and glittering.

Flamepelt dipped her head towards her father, and disappeared out of the den, the remaining herbs grasped his her jaws.

Nosing her kit, Tawnypelt spotted a whirl-shaped pattern on her forehead. "I'll call you Whirlkit." Rowanclaw murmured in agreement.

Whirlkit…

OH!

And from some of my reviewers, I've noticed that I've changed poor Flamepelt/tail's gender AND name. Woops, but please please bear with me! I'm so sorry! Don't throw anything just yet! :P