Hey everyone! I-really-hope-not here with another chapter! Before the story starts, I would like to apologize for mixing up and posting the wrong chapter on this, I'm still getting used to this site. I would also like to thank all of the reviewers who pointed out my Cinderpelt/heart mixup, so thank you! Now for individual reply's!

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Now let the story begin!

Cinderheart insisted on naming the dead tom.

"I was supposed to take care of them!" She snarled at Jayfeather. "It's no different than if he was mine and died during kitting!"
"If he died during kitting, you wouldn't be here!" The blind cat retorted. "You would be in the Nursery!"

As the two gray cats screamed and spat at each other, Lionblaze, his mother and Squirrelflight sat off to the side of the medicine den. The golden tom's tail was wrapped around the two remaining she-kits, already more of a mother to them than Cinderheart.

"What do you think?" Squirrelflight asked her surrogate son quietly.

Lionblaze blinked at Squirrelflight.

"I think Cinderheart should get to name him." He mewed back. "It's not right for us to let him to go to StarClan without a name."

"StarClan would give him a name." Leafpool whispered. "He wouldn't be nameless."

Lionblaze glared at her.

"It's not the same!" He hissed, the fur on his spine raising with anger along with his voice. "He needs a name given to him by us!"

Jayfeather turned and snarled at the three onlookers. "Out! Everyone out!"

Leafpool slunk out of the medicine den in the face of her blind son's wrath as Squirrelflight and Lionblaze hesitated.

"Get out!" Jayfeather raised a paw as if he was going to hit them. "Out of my den!"

"Not until you will let us see our kit so we can name him!" Lionblaze roared, temper finally spilling over. "He's not just Cinderheart's he's mine! Jayfeather, get it in your fox-brained head! He's both of ours!"

The silence that came after Lionblaze's declaration was almost comical, Jayfeather trembled with what seemed to be pure rage before spinning around and marching deeper into the medicine den.

"Name him." The scathing mew floated back to the three cats. "I don't care, it's not my time to waste on dead kits."

Quieter mumbling reached the ears of the three, as Cinderheart boldly stepped into the middle of the den, where the pitifully small corpse of the dead tom lay.

"Mudkit." The pregnant she-cat declared. "That's what we'll name him."

As Squirrelflight padded closer to get a closer look at the body, she noticed with a pang of sorrow that the kit's eyes were still screwed shut, his fur still spiky with the brown liquid that was his name. In the nest by the edge of the den, there was a faint shh-ing sound from the she-kits wriggling, Cinderheart had originally come to the medicine den to suckle them, as she was already capable of producing milk, before getting in a verbal altercation with Jayfeather.

"It's perfect." Squirrelflight whispered, and was it her imagination, or did the kit-scent that was smothered under the smell of the mud and water clinging to his pelt become stronger?

Cinderheart briefly pressed her nose to the kit's pelt before moving to his sisters and picking them up by the scruffs of their necks and gently carrying them to the Nursery, her belly swollen from the tiny bodies that were yet to be born.

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Just as StarClan's warriors came out, Cinderheart started to kit. As the first cries were heard Jayfeather was in action, grabbing herbs and hurrying across the clearing to the nursery. As the night wore on, Lionblaze frantically paced around the mouth of the den, stopped, sat, and then repeated.

"Lionblaze, you have to eat!" Bramblestar's mew rang out, his amber eyes showing the worry that he had suppressed out of his fur. "Cinderheart is in good paws."

Lionblaze didn't stop his pacing.

"But what if-"

"No." Bramblestar cut him off. "Nothing will happen, no what ifs, no buts, and no more pacing. Go eat something. Then you can come back."

Lionblaze opened his mouth to protest but was cut off by his grumbling belly.

"You're only going to tire yourself out." Bramblestar pressed his point. "It's natural to worry, but you're taking it too far."

Lionblaze took a few steps towards the fresh kill pile. Bramblestar nodded.

"Come on. Share prey with me." He flicked his tail and stood up just as Jayfeather slid out of the nursery. Lionblaze was on him in an instant.

"How is she?" The golden warrior practically smothered his brother in his haste to get answers. "The kits?"

"One healthy she-cat." Jayfeather grumbled, but his eyes held something like pride for his brother. "Go on in, just be careful."

Lionblaze nearly bowled to entire den over trying to throw his entire body through a hole meant for slow, gentle movement. After getting through Bramblestar wriggled in behind him. Inside the dim light of the den fell on Cinderheart, curled around her dark grey kit and the two unnamed she-kits. Lionblaze was sitting in front of his mate, eyes shining.

"Aren't they prefect!" The golden warrior marveled. "They all look so similar!"

Bramblestar purred his agreement, the only one that didn't seem to fit was the white she-kit, which could be explained by Cloudtail being a relation of Firestar.

"What will we name them?" Lionblaze was almost vibrating with excitement now.

"Well." Cinderheart looked at her mate. "I was thinking that was could name our kit Hollykit, you know, after Hollyleaf."

Lionblaze's purr maxed out, filling the den with its noise.

"And that one will be Swankit." Cinderheart nodded at the white kit, nestled between her unnamed sister and Hollykit.

"The last one?" Lionblaze's eyes were glowing with pride.

He's going to spoil them rotten. Bramblestar watched with amusement as his adopted son practically pranced around the den.

After a moments consideration, Cinderheart responded.

"I think I'll name her Tallkit." Lionblaze's tail waved happily as he surveyed the she-kit, already a bit larger than her siblings, with large paws that promised that she would be formidable when she was a warrior.

Bramblestar quietly left to give his nephew time with his mate and kits alone and headed to the fresh kill pile, dealing with the unrefined cuteness of kits was exhausting.

And cut! That's a wrap! I just love proud papa Lionblaze, it would totally fit him, any way, please review and constructive criticism is always appreciated. No flames please! Please PM me if you have a problem with how a character is portrayed or acting, I would love to hear from you!