Well, thanks for the reviews, guys! Thanks to DejectedDawn, Eveningswift, and Moonleaf2121 for the reviews.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Warriors, but I wish I did. I only own Winterkit, Blazekit, Shadowkit, Stormkit, Ivykit, Icekit, and Snowkit... and this story.

Well, I had this whole entire chapter almost written out when I lost it, so sorry if this doesn't seem very good at all... I had to rewrite everything up to the StarClan meeting. Grrr!

At first this will be in Spottedleafs POV, only because it has to be for the birth

Spottedleaf's POV

The dappled she-cat let out an agonizing yowl as Yellowfang gently placed her paw on the she-cats stomach. "It'll be alright." Yellowfang soothed, thlough they both knew it wouldn't. This birth was a full moon too soon. The kits couldn't be fully developed, and Spottedleaf wasn't ready for birth. "There should be four." Yellowfang murmured.

Brindleface and Frostfur sat by the other, stroking her soothingly, waiting for the kits. "Any moment now." Spottedleaf heard Yellowfang mew as another spasm raked through Spottedleaf. Outside, she could Fireheart pacing around, and Bluestar and Graystripe's scent reached her from outside the nursery

Another spasm raked through her body, this one longer. She could feel the kit coming, and instinctivly she pushed as a small ginger tom, identical to Fireheart, slid on the moss. "Frostfur, lick him." Yellowfang ordered as she stared at Spottedleaf, ready incase something went wrong in the birth. Another kit slid out, a small tortoiseshell like Spottedleaf. Brindleface stepped forward to lick the bundle as Frostfur continued to lick the ginger tom, who was already breathing.

Yellowfang shook her head at Brindleface after a long moment. "It's gone." she murmured.

Spottedleaf yowled loudly as the other still didn't come. Something was wrong, it was too long of a spasm without a kit. Finally, a very large black tom came out onto the nest. Frostfur stopped licking the ginger tom and switched to the black tom, licking his fur the opposite way. The kit began breathing almost immediatly.

Spottedleaf wanted to give into the waiting blackness that was unconsious, but she knew there was one more kitten inside her that depened on her. She imaged the small kit as she pushed with determination at the first sign of a spasm. Finally, a very small white she-kit slide out. Yellowfang immediatly began to lick it, noticing its small size.

Spottedleaf watched nervously as Yellowfang licked the kit for a long moment. No sign of life came from it, no tiny wail, no small rasping of breath. She sighed as the two toms began suckling, watching Yellowfang carefully as the she-cat began nudging the small white kit to the other limp body.

Dead...

But before Spottedleaf could finish her thought, the kit gave a tiny wail and it began breathing. Spottedleaf shared Yellowfangs surprise. The kit had brought itself back from the dead, even when it wasn't being licked. How could that be.

The two queens and Yellowfang nudged the three surviving kits to Spottedleaf's stomach, and they began suckling softly. Spottedleaf licked them all in a loving gesture

Winterkit's POV

Blackness was all aroung her, pressing in on all sides. She felt the strong yearning to breath, but it was nearly impossible. She saw nothing, heard nothing, only felt the need to breathe.

And so she did. she gave a hard shove to nothing in particular, and then another, and finally, it was like she broke some kind of barrier. She was breathing. As easily as thought she was meant to, when she really wasn't. Her instincts had led her to breathing, and she was grateful as she began suckling her mothers milk.

After a long moment of time, she curled into her mothers stomach and fell quickly to sleep. When she awoke, her eyes opened, and she gasped softly.

Infront of her, rows and rows of cats stared at her. They all had sparkles springing from their fur, and all of them stared at her in disbelief. She scanned herself, but found no signs of sparkles. Just white.

"She was supposed to join us!" A cat called from the crowd, and then all chaos broke lose. Voices were all around her as the cats said words that all cancelled eachother out. Suddenly, a ginger tom stepped from the rankings, and the voices all died down. Another tom followed him, gazing at her.

She looked away from the kind gaze, then back again, nervousness creeping through her pelt. "Wh-Who are you?" she sqeaked, surprised at her own voice. It was unsteady, it was quiet, but it was hers.

"I am Redtail, and this is Oakfur." The ginger tom gestured to the cat beside him. "We are StarClan, and you were supposed to join us." Redtail meowed as his eyes looked her over again and again, as if searching for some kind of sign of death.

"What is StarClan, and why was I supposed to join you?" she meowed, her voice stronger this time.

"You were supposed to die." Oakfurs voice was ominous. "And it's not long until you will."

Winterkit's eyes widened as the cats began to fade.

"No, I want to live!" she wailed, waking to the scent of the nursery.

And I will live. She thought, determination sparking inside her.

Its not as good as the original version I had, but it works. A little short, I guess. I was in a hurry, since my laptop is dieing. So, Review, review, review!

Thanks for reading!