Hi, it's Stormbreeze. Back with another chapter! I'm so sorry it took me so long to update, I just got caught up with the start of basketball and school issues and got stuck in a rut. Also, I'm moving on Friday the 8th so I might not be posting too much in the next couple weeks.

In response to guest reviews:

Sharpbreeze:

1)Of course I can add your OC. She sounds like a funny cat! Thanks for reviewing!

2) thanks!

3) haha lol! I agree with you there but they can be helpful when you have writers block :)

Diamondpool:

I'd love to add one of your characters, but I'm trying to stick to canon names. I love the name Diamondpool, but unfortunately it needs to be canon. If you could find a different name, I can put your OC in RiverClan as a medicine cat apprentice. Thanks for reviewing!

Enjoy the chapter!

WindClan allegiances

Leader: Duststar- a pale gray tabby tom with unusually long fur

Deputy: Icewhisker- a sleek white she-cat

Medicine Cat: Heatherheart- a pale brown tabby she-cat with blue eyes

Apprentice- Lilypaw, a gray and white she-cat

Warriors

Crowshade- a gray and black patched tom

Wrenflight- a brown tabby she-cat with amber eyes

Apprentice- Honeypaw, a pale orange she-cat

Sedgeflower- a light brown and white tabby she-cat

Brackenstripe- a dark brown tom with black stripes

Apprentice- Jaypaw, a pale gray tom with blue eyes

Sharpbreeze- a white she-cat with green eyes

Apprentice- Boulderpaw, a gray tom with a white underbelly

Junipertail- a black tom with white paws

Sandclaw- a pale ginger tabby tom

Russetwillow- a dark ginger tabby she-cat

Cloudnose- a black and white tom

Queens

Leafheart- a pale brown tabby she-cat, expecting Brackenstripe's kits

Elders

Silentgaze- a mute blue tabby she-cat

Thornfang- a dark brown tabby tom with yellow eyes

Another innocent line break...

Chapter 2- Meet-and-Greet

Willowkit blinked. Sunlight streamed through the brambles, casting warm golden dapples on the ground and turning Smokethistle's pelt to glistening sliver. Breezekit was barely visible, buried deep in layers of moss and tufts of smoky gray fur. Only a tiny black muzzle poked out from underneath a particularly fuzzy tuft of fur. Berryleaf snored peacefully in her nest in the corner, her Pliny cream tail tucked neatly around her three sleeping kits.

Willowkit yawned, twitching her whiskers and swiping her tongue around her jaws, then curled up in a ball for another nap. Being a kit is tiring, she thought. I've only been alive for a quarter-moon, and I guess I'm not used to all this... living.

She rested her head on her paws, wrapped her tail around her and quickly fell asleep.

She reawoke a short while later at the gentle touch of a tail on top of her head. She twitched her ears and blinked, staring up into Smokethistle's amber eyes. Swiftfoot hovered in the background, deep in conversation with an unfamiliar tom, with a rich golden-brown pelt and long whiskers sticking out of a sleek, angular face. His dark blue eyes were friendly and welcoming, and they glittered with joy.

This must be Thornwhisker, Berryleaf's mate, she realized. He looked pretty nice, she decided.

"H-hi," she squeaked. "I'm Willowkit," she declared more confidently.

Thornwhisker's ear twitched. "Nice to meet you, Willowkit. Your father was just telling me all about you. I'm Thornwhisker."

Swiftfoot grinned and shuffled his paws. Smokethistle purred. "Aw, Swift, silly."

"Swiftfoot, you never could help yourself when it came to bragging," Berryleaf purred.

Swiftfoot smiled, and he, Berryleaf, and Thornwhisker launches into a heated debate about whether ShadowClan would respect the borders they had recently fought over. She briefly wondered what ShadowClan was, then dismissed it to the back of her head as she began to doze off. Big cats could talk their paws off and not even notice! A gentle voice in her ear startled her. "They do talk a lot, don't they," Smokethistle purred. Willowkit nodded vigorously. Her mother chuckled. "Are you ready to meet Berryleaf's kits?"

"Berryleaf's kits? New denmates?" Breezekit head shot up, his kit-blue eyes wide and eager.

"Yes, mousebrain!" Willowkit leapt at her brother, only to be caught in the stomach and knocked away by a bushy gray tail.

"Hush!" Smokethistle ordered. "Don't wake up Berryleaf!"

"It's okay," a drowsy voice sounded from the corner.

"Berryleaf!" Thornwhisker dashed to the creamy-furred she-cat, rubbing his cheek enthusiastically to her nose. "How are our kits? Can I see them? What are their names?" He gabbled on eagerly like an excited kit.

"Whoa there tiger!" Berryleaf purred. "There's three of them, all healthy. You can come see them now."

Willowkit scrambled out of the nest, her tiny paws scrabbling for purchase on the crumbly moss. She heaved herself over the rim, feeling Breezekit's warm breath on her tail, and ran to the side of the cream queen's nest as fast as her wobbly legs could carry her. New denmates! She could tell Breezekit desperately wanted to make a snarky comment that echoed her thoughts, but he refrained.

She poked her head over the edge of Berryleaf's nest. The three kits were hidden beneath Berryleaf's long plumed tail. As she watched, the other cats gathered around, anxious, and Berryleaf swept away her tail.

Willowkit saw Breezekit's eyes widen in astonishment. Three tiny kits lay nestled in the crook of their mother's belly, mewling and weak.

She gaped in awe at the little, perfect bodies. Did I ever look like that?

"What are their names?" she asked tentatively. Berryleaf smiled. She touched her tail to the largest kit, a golden-brown tom like his father, but with his mother's longer pelt and soft, broad features.

"This one is Hawkkit."

She nudged the next largest, a ginger tabby tom with short, soft fur and his father's more angular features. She could tell he would grow up to be a handsome tom, especially with the broad shoulders.

"His name is Sunkit," Berryleaf mewed.

Then she gestured to the smallest kit, a creamy-furred she-kit whose long fur stuck up in spikes.

"I saved this one for you, Thorn," she murmured. "I know how much you wanted a daughter.

The golden tom touched his nose to his mate's lovingly. His eyes were filled with joy and love for his newborn kits and his mate. Will I ever have a mate who loves me like Thornwhisker loves Berryleaf or like Smokethistle loves Swiftfoot?

Thornwhisker stretched out a surprisingly broad paw and gently prodded the she-kit. The kit squealed and latched onto his paw with all four paws. hooking her tiny claws into his sleek leg-fur.

Thornwhisker grinned and gave a slight

shake of his paw, dislodging the kit, who emitted a small squeak and retreated to the soft curve of her mother's belly. "How about Rosekit?" he suggested. "Pretty, but fierce."

"Rosekit is perfect," Berryleaf agreed, her blue eyes glistening.

Willowkit realized that Breezekit had been silent for a while. She turned and saw him gazing awkwardly at Rosekit.

"Willowkit?" he asked.

"Uh-huh?" she replied somewhat absently, mesmerized by the innocent squeaking of the little kits.

"Um... This might sound dumb, but I just kinda feel there's something... special about Rosekit." He shuffled his paws.

"I betcha you'll grow up and be mates one day!" Willowkit teased. "But still, don't bother with that. You've got the rest of your life to chase after her."

Breezekit laughed. "If you say so."

Willowkit twitched her whiskers. Wouldn't it be hilarious to say I told you so someday... Yeah, sure, like that'll ever happen.

Smokethistle caught her eye and beckoned to her and Breezekit with her tail.

"C'mon, kiddos. Let's give them some space. She ushered them away and back into their nest, where they began to suckle.

Once Swiftfoot had said good-night and Berryleaf had fallen asleep, Thornwhisker curled around her and her kits, they snuggled in close to their mother as night fell over the camp, moonlight trickling through the brambles, giving Breezekit's sleek black coat a silvery gleam.

"Smokethistle?" Willowkit asked.

"Yes, honey?" Her mother licked a fluffy gray paw and lazily drew it back over her ear.

"Did we have that many cats fawning over us when we were born?"

"Of course, baby. Swiftfoot was there instantly. He was so worried." She chuckled. "Then Thornwhisker and Berryleaf visited, and then the rest of the clan came in over the next couple days. They'll come in to see Berryleaf's kits, too, so prepare yourself. Oh, and speaking of the clan, I think you kits are ready to go outside tomorrow."

"Really?" Willowkit and Breezekit cheered at the same time.

"Yes, really," their mother mewed. "Now hush. It's time to sleep now."

She snuggled up, feeling her mother's soft heartbeat against her side.

"Goodnight, little ones," Smokethistle murmured.

I am loved.

She curled up and fell fast asleep.

A/N: So how was that? I hope you liked it. I know cats can't really laugh, but there are lots of adjectives for laughing that are better than "purred".

Next chapter's gonna be really long! Yay me! Review please!

~Stormbreeze