A/N Hi guys! This is Nightshadow, Fawna Flutter's other account!

Reveiws- Mnm102-I'm glad that you like my idea of the portal to life, I was trying to think of an interesting but different way to bring Swiftpaw back to life XD Thank you so much for reveiwing, and it means a lot that you like my story :)

Tigerstar767-Thanks! I'm really glad that you like it :) I plan to post a new chapter every day, if possible. I can tell you like Tigerstar by the way XD

Thanks- Thanks to Mnm102 and Tigerstar767 for your reveiws!

Notes- This is my first fanfic, so I'm really pleased that you guys like it so far :)

Also- I hope I didn't rush this chapter to much 0.o

Disclaimer- I don't own warriors, Erin Hunter does.

Chapter two

Many moons have passed since the arrival of Deadtail. Deadtail-such a horrid name. Luckily, no more deaths have occured, and right now the clan is gathered to hear the news Bluestar so urgently had to share with them.

Deadtail groomed Lostface's pelt in silence, making it gleam with the shine of a fresh and sleek wash. At Bluestar's yowl, they turned their gazes to look up at their leader. The whole clan had lost hope in her by now, so they all shared the same thought. What could she possibly have to tell us after all of this? Nobody knew. Nobody, except her and apparently Fireheart, Sandstorm, Greystripe, and Cinderpelt. Deadtail tilted his head curiosly, wondering what they had to share.

Bluestar loudly cleared her throat, and yowled again, the same blunt and lifeless look glazed in her eyes. Not meeting anyone's gaze, she stated the facts clearly, suprising the whole clan.

"Fireheart and Sandstorm have told me they need to leave the clan under StarClan's will. They pledge to be back, soon."

Yowls rose above the clearing. Questions hung in the air-such as Where are they going? And Who will be the new deputy? Bluestar just simply stared at her clan, and Cinderpelt, obviously annoyed, limped to the base of the rock.

"Quiet!", she yowled at the top of her lungs. Looking up at her leader, she stated simply "Bluestar, continue."

Bluestar beckoned Greystripe foward with her tail. "Until Fireheart and Sandstorm return, Greystaripe is to be the new deputy of ThunderClan."

"Greystripe! Greystripe!"

The clan yowled his name in pride, and he looked flustered. Bluestar just jumped off the rock, and went into her den. Fireheart looked like he was about to explode. He whispered something to Greystripe, who raised his voice and said "Attention! Fireheart would also like to add one more thing."

He dipped his head, and Fireheart stepped foward, his beloved mate by his side.

One day me and Lostface will be that close-maybe we will both rule over the clan together.

He smiled at that thought.

Fireheart cleared his throat. "Me and Sandstorm will be going now-I thank you for your acceptance, and I promise I will be back. We both will."

And wilth that, Fireheart left, Sandstorm leaning on his side. How cute. As Deadtail looked lovingly at Lostface, she seemed to be thinking the same thing. In fact, she had something even more important to tell him.

"Deadtail," she began. "I wanted to tell you that-"

Cinderpelt cut her off ever so rudely. "ThunderClan," she meowed. "I would also like to add on by announcing that Lostface will be moving to the nursery with Deadtail's kits. Bluestar forgot to mention it," she added in a low voice.

Lostface got to her feet. She turned to Deadtail. "Three of them, actually." Deadtail almost jumped with joy-he was to be a father! He guided Lostface into the nursery, walking right by the watching Cloudtail, as if she were a helpless kit. She rolled her eyes.

"They're not due for a few moons, you know."

Deadtail shrugged-he wasn't taking any chances! He gently lapped the top of her head, his rough toungue sweeping the fur between her torn and tattered ears.

"I love you," he murmered, his eyes half closed. "I love you so much, that I would cheat death just to be with you. And I promise-I'll never let anybody else harm you or love you in the way I do, no matter what it takes."

The kits were almost due. Lostface had been in a lot of pain recently-both physically and emotionally. Why emotionally? Well, because she missed her warrior duties dearly. She had been sighing continously, both through the night and day. She was depressing everyone. Even Deadtail, who was currently in the nursery with her and Cinderpelt.

She sighed. Deadtail looked at her curiously. She returned his gaze and looked down before saying, "I just wish the kits would come already. I-I hate being cooped up in here." She turned to Cinderpelt. "When are they even due?"

Cinderpelt heaved a sigh. "They're due in a few days, you keep asking that same question! Here, why don't you come into the clearing and talk to some of your clanmates?"

Lostface brightened up at the idea. "Okay-let's go!" The three of them stumbeled out of the nursery, Lostface tripping up sometimes because of her massive bellie. She eventually lied down by the fresh kill pile, and Deadtail stood beside her, while Cinderpelt went back into her den to sort herbs. Deadtail looked down at his beloved mate, about to say something when Greystripe, now the deputy of ThunderClan, walked over to him and ordered him to lead a hunting patrol composed of Brackenfur, Sorreltail, and Mousefur. He gathered his cats, and then set off into the forest to hunt some prey with his patrol. Wait a minute-his patrol. It was then that it hit him. I'm leading my first patrol! He bounded into the forest with excitement, but then realized the whole patrol had stopped and were now staring at him.

Uh-oh, what should I do now?

Brackenfur cleared his throat. "Where are we hunting?" Oh yea! Duh.

Deadtail thought for a moment. "Uh-Owl Tree!" He simply blurted out the first thing that came to mind. Brackenfur stared at him like he had bees in his brain, while Mousefur rolled her eyes and stepped forward. "There's no prey at the Owl Tree mouse brain! Unless you wanted to eat owl for supper!", she snapped rudely. Deadtail looked down at his paws. "Sorry..."

Sorreltail glared at the other two warriors. "It's ok, everybody does that while leading their first patrol." He caught murmerings of "I didn't" going through Brackenfur and Mousefur's quiet gossip. He blushed even more. Sorreltail heaved a sigh. "Let's go hunt at Sunning Rocks." She then took lead.

Deadtail followed sadly-his first leading patrol and he totally blew it! What a mousebrain I am.

When the patrol arrived back at camp, Deadtail set a shrew and a mouse on the fresh kill pile-not his best hunt, but definantly not his worst. Sighing, he surveyed his head around to see if he could find his mate. He caught a glimpse of her cream fur sticking outside of the nursery. He slowly padded over, predicting that Goldenflower and her two kits would be sleeping right now. They were more than ready to become apprentices-but Bluestar had been holding off their ceremony for quite a while now. Why? Nobody knows.

As he quietly crept up, he heard voices whispering inside. He saw a tuft of thick, white fur drift out. Cloudtail. He leaned in, not wanting to be seen or heard, and quietly listened to their conversation without daring to breathe.

"Brightpaw", Cloudtail began. "I just want you to know that no matter how much you love Deadtail, I'll always love you. I respect your love for him, but just know that I'll always love you more-to the ends of the forest, and to StarClan and beyond."

Lostface was lost for words as he continued. "I will never call you by the name of 'Lostface', for it does not suit your bright nature and you, yourself. You will always be Brightpaw to me. Forever. No matter what I love you. Always."

Lostface just simply replied "Cloudtail, I have always loved you, and always will. But my mate is Deadtail, and I must stay loyal to him."

Deadtail gasped, hopefully not too loud. So that's how she thinks of me! He leaned in as Lostface took a breathe, and continued. "And I truly love Deadtail. I love you as a sibling, but not as a mate. I'm sorry Cloudtail, but I love Deadtail more."

Cloudtail walked out of the nursery, pausing to dip his head to her, and then Deadtail waited a minute or two before entering, taking Lostface by suprise. "H-how long have you been here?", she stuttered nervously. Deadtail sat down, his tail wrapped around his paws. "Patrol just got back," he whispered, lapping at her cream colored fur. She sighed with obvious relief, waking up one of Goldenflower's kits. The little she-kit yawned, and stumbled over to them with blurry eyes. Tawnykit. Tawnykit yawned again, and then fell onto her rump, causing Deadtail and Lostface to laugh, wich in turn awoke Goldenflower and Bramblekit. Boy, was it a long night for the five of them.

It was in the middle of the night, when a loud yowl split the air. Lostface! Cinderpelt rushed out of her den, and was followed by Deadtail and Frostfur, Lostface's mother. Frostfur ran over to her precious daughter, lapping at her gleaming white fur to calm her down. "It'll be ok, my sweets. It's gonna be just fine..."

Deadtail, on the other hand, was pacing outside of the den. He glanced over at Bluestar for a moment, who was blankly eating a shrew. What kind of leader is she?! Nobody even bothered to listen to her anymore by now. What had she done for the clan recently? Oh well, that wasn't what mattered right now-right now Lostface was kitting, and Cinderpelt wouldn't let him into the den.

"It's for your own good," she had said. He mimicked her high pitched voice inside of his head, taunting her. He heard a shriek come from the nursery, and it stung his heart like the sharpest brambles and thorns. He flinched, but then smiled when he heard purring. The first kit was born-thankfully there is now only two left to go. The rest of the night went in a similar fashion, until three kits suckled at Lostface's bellie, and Cinderpelt allowed Deadtail to enter the nursery.

When he entered, he purred a congratulations to his mate, and then looked down at his three new kits. The first one was a light brown she-cat, and next to her was a silver tom with dark grey stripes. The last kit was a glowing golden color, and sat away from his siblings. Deadtail sucked in his breathe as the little kit swiveled his head around, and opened his eyes. How did he open them already? A look of hatred sparked in flickering red dashes in his hazel eyes, making the once proud father flinch, and back away. Surely I'm just imagining it... But StarClan knew he wasn't, and looked down at the kits with sadness.

What terror had Deadtail and Lostface brought into the clans?

Notes-

Questions- If you don't mind answering in a reveiw, do you think I rushed the relationship too much? Please be honest.

Contest- First to reveiw this chapter gets to name the golden kit! 0.o

Also- I plan to write a chapter every day