Thank you for all your reviews *coughonereviewcough* It would actually make my day if you were to review, (take the hint), I probably posted chapter two at the wrong time though, but judging that I had 71 views, I though I would get more reviews, I am always open to constructive criticism. The answer to the question that no one answered was Fernsong.

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Still need OC's

~Willow Out

Honeyshadow's POV:

Honeyshadow looked at her two small calico kits. The world couldn't be any more perfect. Honeyshadow had a loving mate, two perfect kits, and was very happy.

The sun was shining in the cloudless, deep, cerulean sky. The forest was lush and green and full of life. The grass shone wet with dew. The night's rain left the leaves on the trees with drops of rain and water sprinkled gently throughout the forest.

Today was the type of day that put a spring in your step, and some light in your eyes.

Of course, Honeyshadow knew not to get too comfortable, soon, she figured, war would roll around the corner, and grey storm clouds would fill the sky. But for now, the sunshine, gentle showers, and cerulean sky were a nice treat.

Her best friend Darkheart walked into the nursery. No cat knew how they got along so well. Honeyshadow was light spirited and always happy, while Darkheart was pessimistic and grumpy. Honeyshadow almost visibly winced when she saw Darkheart's belly. Even though it was leaf-bare and most of the prey was gone, her belly was low and wide. Darkheart almost looked like Honeyshadow before she kitted. Honeyshadow had a sneaking suspicion that Darkheart was sneaking off to eat kittypet food.

"Honeyshadow," Darkheart grumbled in her grumpy voice. "I have something to tell you." Honeyshadow looked up, her ears shooting up. "Yes? Come sit down, these are my kits. Ivykit and Cloverkit."

"Good names," mumbled Darkheart. Kits weren't her area of expertise. "I'm expecting Eagleclaw's kits." Her voice was bitter, but Honeyshadow disregarded that.

"Really? That's great! Our kits can grow up together! Just like us," Honeyshadow exclaimed.

"Well, judge me for saying this, but I never wanted kits!" Honeyshadow stared at her friend in shock.

"Oh." That was all Honeyshadow could muster.

"They're due in a claw moon," she said. No wonder she looked so plump, thought Honeyshadow.

"That's only a few days away," Honeyshadow murmured unhelpfully.

"I'm just frustrated that I have to deal with a bunch of mewling furballs," Darkheart said, sighing. I feel bad for those poor kits, Honeyshadow thought.

Eagleclaw's POV:

Eagleclaw was fed up with hearing his mate complain about their kits. She was always telling him how much of a burden it was for her to carry kits, and how lazy he was. Tonight, she was kitting her "mewling useless lumps" as Darkheart said.

Honeyshadow had two beautiful calicos a claw moon ago, and she had loved them. Eagleclaw wished that Darkheart would think that way about their kits after they were born, but somehow, he knew it was a lost cause.

At dark times like this, Eagleclaw often wondered why he had chosen Darkheart as his mate. Eagleclaw had grown up with his brothers, Deepwater and Littlenose. Honeyshadow had a massive crush on Eagleclaw when they were apprentices. Eagleclaw had chose Darkheart instead, and Honeyshadow had fallen for Deepwater.

"One tom, one she," came the yell. Eagleclaw pushed his way into the nursery, peering at his tiny kits. One was a dark grey tom, the other a light grey tabby she-kit. She was unusually small. "What shall we name them?" Eagleclaw asked Darkheart, not expecting much of an answer.

"Honestly, I couldn't care less if you named them Dirtkit and Maggotkit," she said. Eagleclaw stifled an angry growl.

"For the tom, is Willowkit okay?" Eagleclaw asked gently, hoping desperately that Darkclaw would at least nod.

"I told you, I couldn't care less," she growled.

"Well the tom is Frostkit," Eagleclaw growled back forcefully.

"I don't care," Darkheart grumbled.

Cloverkit's POV

"C'mon Frostkit, Willowkit, let's play warrior and rabbit," Cloverkit called to the younger kits.

"Can I play?" Cloverkit turned around to see her sister Ivykit.

"Of course!" Cloverkit called.

"I don't want to play warrior and rabbit, I'm always a rabbit," Willowkit cried.

"Then you can be a warrior," Cloverkit sighed. "Frostkit and I will be rabbits."

"One- two- three- go!" When Willowkit said this, she said it super fast, giving Frostkit and Cloverkit very little time to run. Cloverkit took off like a rocket, trying to avoid Willowkit. It wasn't too hard, Willowkit had much shorter legs than her, so it wasn't too hard too lose her. Cloverkit eventually gave up and chased Frostkit, you might have expected, that having two cats chasing you from different angles, Frost might have slowed a bit, but he ran twice as fast, putting much distance between him and his pursuers.

Cloverkit decided to relive Frostkit of some of his chasers, and ran straight between Frostkit, Ivykit, and Willowkit. Ivykit and Willowkit veered after her, but with true WindClan speed, Cloverkit ran fast and far through the golden fields of grass and the occasional stone.

Cloverkit felt like she had the speed of StarClan, chasing into the open moor, wind blowing hard on her face so that she couldn't hear a thing behind her.

Cloverkit slowed a bit to trick Ivykit and Willowkit into thinking she was tired. Ivykit hammered her paws into the ground, catching up to Cloverkit. Even Willowkit caught up. Cloverkit put on a burst of speed.

Determined not to lose her again, the two kits quickly trailed behind her. She slammed her paws hard into the ground, skidding to a stop. the two other kits fell for her trick, and ran too far. Cloverkit raced for the nearest rabbit burrow, and launched herself down it. The hole sloped a bit, and she tumbled into a cavern. Pointy bits of rock juted out from the ceiling and smooth floor. An underground river flowed through the cave. There was one spot where you could cross the river. Cloverkit hopped from stone to stone, until she made it across the river.

"Cloverkit?" Cloverkit? Where are you," the others mewed desperately.

"I'm fine," Cloverkit called, quickly crossing the river, and scampering up the tunnel.

"Don't scare us like that, we thought a fox had gotten you," Ivykit scolded her.

"I'm fine," Cloverkit growled.

"Where's camp?" Whined a scared Willowkit. Cloverkit looked around. Camp was nowhere in sight.

"I believe that it's that way," Cloverkit said. The other kits followed her as she lead them back the way they came from. Someone must have missed us by now, thought Cloverkit as she noted the setting sun. Before she knew it, she was bounding back to camp.

The kit were able to sneak into the nursery without anyone seeing, and sat politely in their nests. Honeyshadow and Darkheart walked into the nursery, chatting. Honeyshadow's eyes shone with relieved, but Darkheart looked like she had hoped her that her kits would not come back.

"Where were you!" Honeyshadow exclaimed, throwing herself at her kits, covering them with licks.

"We were only out for a bit," Ivykit prostested.

"Never worry me like that again," she growled. Darkheart hardly acknowledged her kits. Does she like them at all? Cloverkit thought, horrified.

Now you can go and review! Please?

Challenge of the Day:

Come up with rhyming warrior names, here are mine:

Rosenose, Appledapple, Heatherfeather

~Willow Out