Year 1, Life 2, Greenleaf Moon 1

Honeyflame's PoV

"I think we should name this one Honeykit. What do you think, Russetstrike?" Honeyflame heard the familiar purr of her mother. It had been familiar to her for so long, but had been ripped away from her as an apprentice. Oh, how she'd longed to see her mother since that horrible, fateful day.

"Honeykit's a perfect name!" Her father's voice sounded muffled to her, for she cared not much for him. So I'm Honeykit again? Honeyflame wondered. Her eyes were still closed shut against her will, and her ears were flattened against her head. Was this StarClan, the Dark Forest, or...? What was happening exactly?

"I think we should name the tortoiseshell she-cat Mosskit, and the ginger tabby tom Firekit." Honeyflame heard her mother again. She felt the instinctive need to knead, and realized she was suckling, drinking her mother's milk contentedly like a kitten would. Am I really a kit again?

"Those names are perfect, too, Seedtail." Her father replied. It wasn't long before Honeyflame fell asleep.

Sunclaw's PoV

"Yellowkit, Goldenkit, and Sunkit." A she-cat's stern voice sounded, and Sunclaw mewled quietly. What was going on? Was he a kit again?

"Alright, alright, Brightflame." The father of the kits said. His words were quick, yet his words were slightly tired; he was clearly just trying to keep his mate happy so she didn't have a temper tantrum like she had a tendency to do. If they're both alive, then that means I went back in time? What about the others? Sunclaw wondered. Sun...kit. Sunkit now. Sunkit decided. Sunkit heard a loud mewl to the far left, and knew it was most likely Yellowkit. She was always vocal, after all, much like their mother. "They all look like you, Brightflame," Sunkit's father, Gorsefur, sighed wistfully. Sunkit flinched a bit; although he didn't hear his mother's response, he suddenly felt bad for his father for the first time. As he recalled, Gorsefur never had a kit that looked like him; a pale brown tabby. He'd also never gotten the kind of son he wanted; a tough, masculine one. If this is a second chance, Sunkit thought, then I'm going to make it worth it.

Streamfrost's PoV

"Three she-cats and a tom." A she-cat's weary voice meowed and a yawned followed, but it took a few moments for Streamfrost to gather all of this information into her head, for her eyes refused to open and her ears insisted on staying flat.

"Streamkit, Ripplekit, Splashkit, and Troutkit." Another tom's voice, this one more depressed than anything, said. "I... I can't believe..."

"It's okay, Pebblefall. At least you have her in all four of them." A she-cat's voice sounded this time.

"I know, Mintstar, but... but how could I lose my precious mate? Frostwhisker was my everything." Pebblefall sighed, shivering after. He glanced at his kits before carefully licking each of their pelts a few times before sitting back up and setting his gaze back on Mintstar.

"And now your kits are your everything." Mintstar meowed firmly. "Don't you dare even think about doing what your brother did. These kits are to be visited by you every day no matter what. Go hunting, patrolling, do whatever, but I'll make sure to tell Blackwater not to overwork you so you can visit them. Understood?"

"Yes, of course, Mintstar." Pebblefall replied.

"I think we should get going, Mintstar." The first she-cat meowed, a sort of edge to her voice.

"Y-yes, of course, Snowpelt." Mintstar meowed. Streamfrost felt the presence of Mintstar and Snowpelt leave and heard the rustling of the nursery's reed entrance that validated her feeling.

"Take good care of Frostwhisker, StarClan." Pebblefall whispered as he took to washing his kittens again.

So it seems I'm back to Streamkit again. Just couldn't let me go, could you, StarClan? Streamkit thought.

Nightsky's PoV

"He isn't here, so I'm naming them." A she-cat hissed.

"He'll be here soon, I promise! My brother's not a bad cat!" Another one mewed hurriedly. "Just give him a chance, Shadefeather!"

"He's my mate! I've given him plenty of chances!" Shadefeather spat her reply to the medicine cat. "Come off it, Darktail, you know that Snakestrike isn't going to show up. He's too busy for his mate and his kits. He hardly seemed to care when I told him I was expecting his kits, so I really don't expect him to show up now."

"Please, Shadefeather!" Darktail begged, "Please wait for Snakestrike! I know he wants to be there for them!"

"No!" Shadefeather growled. "Foxkit, Lizardkit, and Nightkit. There. I named them all by myself; something I'm capable of. I don't need Snakestrike, and I sure as foxdung don't want him here anymore. You can tell your brother that he and I are no longer mates and he is not permitted to see his kits."

"Shadefeather..." Darktail whispered. "Shadefeather, why are you like this? My brother loves you. He loves so very much; he really does. He's just not good at showing many more feelings than anger and hatred."

"It has nothing to do with showing; it has to do with feeling, Darktail. Snakestrike doesn't love me, pure and simple. I did love him, and I showed him that I loved him, and I expect at least that much. If he loves me yet can't show it, then there's no point in us being mates." Shadefeather said.

Nightsky remembered these moments, though they were buried very deeply in her memory. She couldn't hear the voices as well before, and none of it made sense to her, but having lived through everything that she had, everything made so much sense now. I guess I need to be known as Nightkit once again. Nightkit decided as she drifted off to sleep.

A/N: Something I forgot to mention during the prologue is that I don't own Warriors, though that is pretty self-explanatory. The Allegiances are coming next chapter, by the way. Also, my apologies for the sudden change in the way the story itself is formatted; for some stupid reason, I could only center the whole story yesterday, so the prologue is all centered when it isn't supposed to be.