I don't own warriors. I had to come up with some cats at the beginning, so... This is just explaining the births of the four main characters. Enjoy and please R&R!
Heatherleaf wreathed in pain as a huge spasm pulsed through her body. "Hurry up!" the she-cat meowed through gritted teath.
"I would," answered Glowingpool, "but giving birth takes time."
"Urg! Why is it so painful! Nothing in the world could make up the pain I'm going through right now!"
"I'm sure you'll change your mind once you see your kits," the medicine cat mewed evenly.
"How would you know? You've never have kits, and you never will!"
"Shut your mouth so I can concentrate!"
"Don't tell me to shut-up! I'm the one in a world of pain!" She let out a yowl as another spasm came.
"Do you want you're kits to die?"
"As long as the pain stops, I'm fine with that!"
"I'm worried about what kind of mother you'll be..."
"Hopefully, I won't be a mother! Urg!" Glowingpool noticed that the silver she-cat's crys were getting weaker and weaker. I don't think she'll live if this goes on quite longer...
A wet bundle slipped onto the floor. "Hurry! Someone, nip the sack!" One of the queens raced over and did as told and began to wash it vigorously.
"It's a she-cat!" she called out.
"That's it, Heatherleaf. Look at your... oh no..." Glowingpool stared sadly at the queen who now lay motionless on the floor of the nursery. She'd lost to much blood while giving birth.
"Who will take care of her? Now both Talonfeather and Heatherleaf are dead!" came one of the queens wail.
"Why Don't you all take care of her?" the medicine cat mewed sadly. "I've got to go..." Heatherleaf had been a good friend to Glowingpool, despite the fact that she had a sharp tongue.
Now what am I supposed to do? she said to herself as she padded from the nursery to the Risingclan camp. The leaf-fall leaves fell slowly to the ground, the dew from the past night's rain glowing in the afternoon sun.
The silvery she-cat stared back at the nursery. There, standing over the new kit, was a cat from Starclan. Glowingpool knew what it meant. As she walked towards her den, she could hear the queens saying,
"What shall we name her?"
"I know! How about Firekit...
Darkpaw paced back and forth in front of the nursery. His mentor wasn't letting him in, saying that he wasn't ready to help a queen give birth. His mentor thought he wasn't ready for anything.
He heard yowling from inside. Did his mentor do something wrong? Was something bad going to happen to Dovefeather? Darkpaw tried hard to resist the urge to peak inside.
'Don't even look!' his mentor told him. 'Why not?' he'd moaned. 'Because I said so, and that's the only reason I need!'
I've got to find something to do! he thought, when he noticed a leaf fluttering down close to his head. He blew it away and it landed on the ground without a sound.
Bored, and open for ideas, he leapt at the leaf like it was a piece of prey. The leaf flew away before he landed. He batted at it in the air until it fell to the ground.
He was about ready to spring at it once again when more yowls came from the nursery, followed by a bunch of 'Ooo's' and 'Ahh's'.
The temptation to take a look was to much, and, giving in, he peeked inside the nursery. Three kits, a light gray kit, a dark brown kit, and a dark gray tabby, sat suckling.
Darkpaw's mentor looked down at the kits happily. And then he saw his apprentice.
"What are you doing in here? I thought I told you to stay out!"
"Let him stay," came Dovefeather's gentle mew. "I don't mind more company."
His mentor didn't say a word, just walked by the gray apprentice and out of the nursery.
"What are you going to name them?" asked another queen, Larkflight. Her kit, Eaglekit, wiggled away from her grasp and wobbled over to the brown she-cat.
"Hollykit!" he squeaked.
Dovefeather purred. "That's a wonderful name. Hollykit..." she repeated, staring at the brown kit. "I'll name the tabby Rainpaw."
"Who's the father?" Darkpaw suddenly blurted out. The queens looked at each other, worried looks on their faces. "I shouldn't have asked..."
"It's fine," said Dovefeather. "But what should I name the light gray one?"
The den was quiet, when suddenly, a she-cat appeared in front of the apprentice. He looked around, but no one else seem to notice her.
"Do you know who I am? I'm from Starclan. My name's Willowheart."
"Why are you here?"
But before the mysterious cat could answer, she disappeared as fast as she'd came.
"Willowkit," Darkpaw said. "You should name her Willowkit."
Dovefeather nodded. "Hollykit, Rainkit, and Willowkit," she whispered. "My beloved kits..."
Small patches of late evening sunlight fell to the forest floor. Everything was peaceful...until a cat ran through the bushes, tailing behind a rabbit. Robintail raced through the forest.
I'm not gonna let this one get away! she thought to himself as she tried to quicken her pace. She stretched out her front paw and tried to take a swipe at her choice of prey.
She missed it by just a hair and, unbalanced, tumbled down the hillside. The rabbit took a turn and sped away.
Robintail let out a moan as she got to her paws. "I'll never get a single piece of prey at this rate! This is why I don't try to hunt untill nightfall!"
She turned to head back to Nightclan camp when she heard rustling behind her. I thought I was the only one out here! She turned around to see Flickeringflame, the Risingclan deputy, staring at her, Blizzardsoul and his apprentice, Mothpaw, behind him.
"What are you doing on Risingclan territory?" The ginger tom asked.
"I'm not on Risingclan territory!" she hissed. "I haven't...passed the..." She sniffed the air. "Uh...Sorry! Gotta go!" She attempted to make a run for it when Blizzardsoul leapt forward and clasped her tail to the ground.
"What shall we do with her?" He asked Flickeringflame.
He was silent for a moment, pondering what to do. "Don't tell me," he finally mewed. "You were chasing the rabbit Mothpaw caught and didn't scent the border and crossed over it, but the rabbit got away and now you're here."
Robintail blinked. "Are you some sort of mind reader?"
The deputy laughed. He turned towards Mothpaw. "We've got enough prey without the rabbit, and it looks like our...guest is empty pawed." He emphisized the word 'guest'. "Why don't you give her the prey?"
"But-" the ginger apprentice started but was cut short as Flickeringflame flashed his tail over her mouth. She padded over to the Nightclan warrior and carelessly dropped it in front of her.
"Enjoy your rabbit, mouse-brain," she growled, padding away with the other two Risingclan warriors.
Robintail was completly embarassed. Beaten out by an apprentice! Still, she picked up the rabbit and ran off Risingclan's territory. Making sure to get all the Risingclan scent off the prey and herself, she continued on her way home.
Once she was nearly to the camp, she heard it. The sound of kits mewling. She looked towards camp, then at the place the noise was loudest. She sighed and ran off towards the sound, leaving the rabbit on the ground.
There, almost fully hidden by a bush, were two identical kits. She padded towards them. The two looked up at her and stopped mewling. She looked into the forest. For a second, she thought she saw a Starclan cat, but, after she'd blinked, the cat was gone.
She looked back apon the two kits. She pulled them closer to her as she whispered, " Smallkit and Snowkit... The newest arrivals at Nightclan..."
Rushclaw peered into the nursery. Heathersong was wreathing in pain. He turned back to the camp. He couldn't stand to see his mate in such pain. Twilightpaw raced out of the nursery.
"Is she all right?" he asked the medicine cat apprentice, a little afraid of knowing the awnser.
"I don't know..." he meowed, continuing towards the Medicine Cat's den.
Rushclaw stared at the nursery. Starclan, please let her live! I need to know she's all right!
"If it's a choice between her or the kits," he hissed to Twilightpaw as he was returning to the nursery, his mouth full of herbs, "Save her. Not even a thousand kits can compare to her!"
The white tom nodded, looking a little irritated.
Time dragged by. Rushclaw began to pace back and forth. What was taking so long? Shouldn't it be over by now?
No noise, not even a moan, came from the nursery. The brown tabby peered into the den.
A thrird kit was placed by it's mother as Heathersong purred in delight. She looked up happily at her mate. "These are our kits!" she mewed.
He padded over to look at them. A blue-gray she-cat, a reddish-orange tom, and black she-cat.
"I thought Aquakit, Sunkit, and Lightkit would be good names. What do you think?"
"Those are perfect." In the back of the nursery, he saw a tom with a starry pelt staring down at Sunkit. He looked up at Rushclaw before vanishing into thin air.