WEEEEEEEEEEEE! SEQUEL! Please enjoy the sequel, guys!
Disclaimer: Man, I really am sick of these. I don't own Warriors. Blah, blah . . .
The golden she-cat licked her newborn kits' heads, struggling to keep them warm. "Help," she told her mate. "They're getting cold!" Snow rested around them, blanketing the ground in its whiteness.
"You have to lick their fur the wrong way," the dark gray tom meowed, dragging his tongue over the pale gray kit, who shivered in the cold.
The she-cat licked the golden kit, who mewled pitifully and curled up as tight as he could. Don't die, the golden cat begged silently as she warmed the kit's fur.
When the mates had finished warming their kits, the tom liked his mate's ear. "We did it, Yellowclaw. They're healthy." He surveyed the kits suckling, nestled safely side-by-side.
"This one's not breathing, Stormsky," Yellowclaw mewed, dipping her head at the firstborn kit.
Stormsky nudged the silver tabby kit. "Stillborn," he reported.
Yellowclaw's eyes glazed over. "He went to StarClan without a name," she rasped.
Stormsky looked up at the half-moon. "How about Moonkit?" he asked, turning watery blue eyes to the kit's silver fur. "His fur is like the moon."
Yellowclaw nodded. "Yes," she agreed. "Let StarClan recieve him as Moonkit." She buried her nose in Moonkit's fur, as did Stormsky.
"This one should be called Blazekit," Yellowclaw meowed, her voice still a bit choked as she nodded at the dark golden kit. "His fur is like the blazing sun."
"Blazekit," Stormsky mewed thoughtfully. "Yeah. And this kit . . ." He licked the smallest kit, a pale gray tom, between the ears. "How about Dewkit?"
"Yes," Yellowclaw looked at the small kit. "Dewkit."
The two mates sat beside each other. "Blazekit and Dewkit," Stormsky meowed. He picked up Dewkit by the scruff of his neck. The small kit parted his jaws and squealed pitifully, squirming in his father's grasp. "I have to get back to ThunderClan," he mewed to Yellowclaw. "Dewkit can nurse with Frozenleaf and Thornfur's kits."
"All right," Yellowclaw mewed. "I'll bury Moonkit over here by the oak tree, then I'll get Blazekit to WindClan."
"I love you," Stormsky murmured through a mouthful of gray fur. He flicked his tail across Yellowclaw's flank briefly, then he raced through the undergrowth.
First chappie done! Allegiances next! Laters!
