I'm sooo tired! I cant believe I'm typing at 3 in the morning (ugh). I couldn't sleep and decided to just type away and hopefully tire myself out. Sorry if this chapter has a few errors or doesn't make sense. Hopefully I'll be able to fix all the errors soon.

Declaimer: Warriors belong to the Erin Hunters except for Sparrowclaw and Specklekit (mine), Skykit (Sky of Stars), Rosekit (Leafie), and Honeypelt (Guest)


Sparrowclaw paces anxiously as he waits outside the bushes of the Nursery. The almost black tom rolls his eyes at the larger cat, but kept silent whereas the auburn warrior pants and sways his bushy tail restlessly. Hissing, the well-muscled dark brown tom bares his fangs and scrapped his sharp claws against the thorned shrubs, only to draw them back with an agitated spat. Crowstar chuckles at this, his blue eyes narrow with mockery. The large tom only gnaws at his irritated wound on his dark paw pad.

"Stop Sparrowclaw. Leafpool already has enough to deal with tonight, don't make it even worse by injuring yourself." The small tom growls at his clanmate, his tone bitter. Sparrowclaw ignored his leader and turns his sights on the entrance of the Nursery.

Leafpool delicately stepped out of the opening of the bushes with a pleasant smile, "The birth was successful. Congratulations Sparrowclaw, you are now the father of two healthy she-kits and a tom." The expression on the former rogue's face immediately turned from nervous to relieved and overjoyed. "May I see them?"

The brown tabby nods to the auburn warrior and steps aside to let him pass. Sparrowclaw instantly went to his exhausted mate's side. Honeypelt greeted him with a soft smile before unwrapping her thin tail from three small bundles of fur. Excited, the massive tom gazes down at his newborn kits. His sights first went to a brown kit with small ginger flecks; who was suckling eagerly on its mother. A sharp squeal soon turned to reddish-brown tom to look at the little form next to the first kit. It was slightly bigger than the first one, but had golden-brown fur with tiny white paws instead. The kit next to the golden one was by far the smallest of the litter. It was a tiny, white kit with ginger patches on its legs, face, back, and tail-tip.

Tenderly, the large feline lowers his broad head down to the level of the kits, and gave each a gentle nuzzle before turning his attention to the tabby queen. "Do they have names yet?"

"Yes." The ginger she-cat muttered, lifting her sleek tail and placing it lightly on the ginger flecked kit's head, "I was thinking Speckle for the tom." She then moved her tail to the golden-brown one, "For the she-kit, I was thinking something like Rose." Then for the last time, Honeypelt went to the smallest one, "And Sky for this she-kit."

"Those are wonderful names!" Her mate purrs as he pushes his muzzle into the queen's thin neck, "But now that we live in a clan, I believe that each kit should have the name 'kit' at the end of it. Like how Leafpool mentioned it."

Honeypelt was silent for a long time before replying in a drained voice, "Very well. Then they shall be known as Specklekit, Rosekit, and Skykit."

Sparrowclaw smiled lovingly at the ginger tabby.

Before long, the tom was called out by Leafpool. The auburn cat growled, his green eyes narrowing with irritation before he got to his paws and left the light brown queen's side. As Sparrowclaw exited the Nursery, he glares at the beige she-cat, "What."

"You must give time for Honeypelt to rest." The amber-eyed tabby stated before her gray mate stood up warily when the larger tom took a threatening step towards the she-cat, "Calm down. You don't want to do something you'll regret in the future."

The warrior fixed his glare on the small leader and said nothing. Leafpool laid her bushy tail on the blue-eyed tom's back in an effort to calm him, "Don't worry about it, Crowstar." The almost black cat narrows his eyes into slits and remains unwavering. For the longest time, both the stubborn toms glared at each other in hatred until the former rogue sighs and steps down. At this, the dark gray feline calms down and flattens his bristling fur.

Letting out a sigh of relief, the white-pawed she-cat gazes curiously at the newly made father, "Sooo… what are the kits' names?"

"Specklekit, Rosekit, and Skykit." Is all the tom said before turning his back on his clanmates and making for the Warriors' Den. Crowstar watched as his warrior's huge figure until it disappeared from sight behind the bushes of the den, then turned his gaze towards the entrance of the Nursery, softly murmuring, "Do you think we will have kits like them?"

Leafpool froze and mournfully turned her gaze to her white paws. At his mate's lack of response, the small leader moved his stare to the brown tabby. The she-cat shuffled her paws while flicking her erect ears uncomfortably.

"Is something wrong, Leafpool?"

"N-no. Its just…" the young feline sighs and cautiously looks up at her mate, "I promised by the oath of a medicine cat that I would never have kits."

Crowstar rolled his eyes, taking seat on his lean hunches, "Leafpool. We discussed this already. We ran away from the clans so we can be together and start a new life in freedom. You aren't bound by that oath anymore."

"But Crowstar. I dedicated my life in being a medicine cat before I met you. It's apart of me. I can't break a promise that so big to the warrior code. It's bad enough that I took on a mate, but to bare kits that would be forbidden in the clans. I would never forgive myself."

"You regret running away with me?"

"No! Of course not!"

"Then why can't you get over the fact that we are no longer bounded by the clans' code. We can make up our own code for StormClan, one where medicine cats can have a mate and kits."

Leafpool's amber eyes glazed with sadness and regret. She unsheathed her claws and dug them into the earth, staring at her mate, "We can't Crowstar! StarClan destined us to find this territory, to build a new clan. We cant just assume that now that we are away from the clans, that we can do whatever we desire. No. StarClan walks the skies among us. We would be shamed for doing something so foul."

"So what are you saying? That we can never have kits?" the gray tom hisses in anger, lashing his tail, "I thought the reason we ran off was so we can be happy. To do as we please."

Betrayal and distress clouded the former WindClan warrior piercing blue eyes as he turns away. The thick-pelted feline looked down, not able to take her mate's slugging posture. "I'm sorry, Crowstar. But I cant break the warrior code like this. I am a medicine cat and medicine cats can't bare kits." She said in a weary tone.

Suddenly the gray leader's figure perked up. "What if you weren't a medicine cat anymore?"

Confused, the former ThunderClan she-cat gazed back up at the tom, waiting for an explanation.

"What if I called a ceremony where I can make you my deputy. That way the medicine cat oath will be forgotten, yet you will still hold a connection with the ancestors with me. Just as a medicine cat would."

The tabby she-cat grew puzzled at this. "But then who would take over as medicine cat?" she asked in a curious but yet dejected tone.

"You will, but not in the way you think. You will act as a medicine cat until someone steps up for the role. You would then treach them all they need to know, and once it is complete, they will be the next medicine cat and then you would serve as my deputy." Crowstar meowed with a proud smirk when he turned towards the tabby. Leafpool flicks an ear, "That could work, but are you sure you want me as your deputy? I can barely hunt on my own let alone lead a clan?!"

"It will take time for you to learn, but once you get the hang of it, it will be like catching a turtle in RiverClan." The brown tabby flinched at her mate's choice of words, bristling her thick fur immensely. Crowstar notices this and tilts his head in confusion before finally understanding the she-cat's anxiety, and bows his head in grief.

"Are you sure you want to have kits, Crowstar. That could mean betraying Feathertail." It was Leafpool who spoke, pain cracking her soft voice. The small tom remained silent, but after awhile he nods his head and nuzzles the upset feline, "That doesn't matter now. Feathertail isn't here now, and all I have left is you. It is you I wish to be with."

Stiffening up, the leader picked up his narrow head and stares into the beige cat's gentle amber eyes, "And with these words, you shall be known as my deputy until you found an apprentice to take the place of medicine cat."


There we go. A nice little Crow/Leaf moment, lol. I hope you all kind of understand what Crowstar is saying. Again, I am very tired at the moment and wish to go to sleep. I nearly fell asleep several times when I laid my head on my keyboard more times then I can even count. Hopefully all this typing tired me out enough to actually fall asleep on my bed, but if not, then there might be more chapters coming up tonight (or should I say this morning?" Ugh. Sooo… good night everyone! Please don't forget to review and until next time, see ya later! SiverWolf ourt