Disclaimer: Warriors belongs to the Erins, I own the kits.

*eyes waffle evily* And this waffle! *eats waffle*

My kits are going to be great warriors.

The birth was successful, and, Cinderheart was instructed to go to the nursery after Jayfeather surveyed her strength. Dustkit wriggled in his father's grip, whilst Rainkit had given up in her mother's, hanging loosely in her jaws.

Lionblaze treaded behind her, puffing his chest out and eying the other warriors pridefully. Just as they passed Cherryfall, who had been given her warrior name a few moons ago, the shadow of a ginger she-cat loomed over them. She nodded proudly.

"I am glad to see that there are new kits in the clan."

Lionblaze winced and slowed in his pawsteps. Cinderheart knew it was hard to accept his foster mother, after all these moons. Still, Squirrelflight was a great deputy, and would stay loyal to her clan no matter what, like her father, Firestar.

Rainkit groaned in Cinderheart's grip and started to repeatedly yawn. Then, when she sighted the deputy, she swiftly positioned herself in a salute. After that thought, Cinderheart thought her brain wasn't functioning properly. Meanwhile, Dustkit was still batting with Lionblaze, his amber eyes focusing sharply onto his father.

Lionblaze took a step back.

"Er, Cinderheart, mind if you carry this one?" he asked, shooting an anxious glance at his mate.

"What sort of a father calls his kit, 'this one'?" Cinderheart added sharply, then softened her voice and purred. "Dustkit would much prefer you, see?"

Cinderheart directed her tail towards her mate's head, where Dustkit had somehow escaped from Lionblaze's grip and started pulling on his head fur.

"Hey- OWWWW!"

Cinderheart suppressed a purr, Dustkit was so lively, even after birth.

"I can't believe that furball is my father."

Surprised, Cinderheart lowered down to where the tiny voice had spoken. Rainkit? Surely no kit could speak such a complicated sentence right after birth... her daughter's aquamarine eyes were innocent and sarcastic, while her jaws parted to mew another word.

"I mean, seriously?"

Their eyes locked and for a second, Cinderheart thought she had traveled through eons of time, like the flashbacks she once got from Cinderpelt. As she snapped back to reality, she realised Rainkit had wriggled out from her grip and started testing her legs, limping towards the nursery. As she oversaw her daughter's first steps, she heard the sound of the two border patrols returning.

"Any trouble with RiverClan, Berrynose?"

"Not this time, how about WindClan, Birchfall?"

"No trouble, but Foxleap found a kit near the tunnels."

"Was it alive?"

"Yes. Foxleap suggested one of our queens take it-"

Cinderheart treaded out of the nursery. Eying each warrior, she stopped in her steps.

"A new kit?" she questioned.

Birchfall nodded, when suddenly Foxleap bounded out of the Clan Leader's hollow, with Bramblestar trailing behind him.

"What's this I hear, a kit found near the tunnels?" he asked.

"Yes, Bramblestar, we thought that-"

"Do you agree to any of this, Cinderheart?"

Cinderheart turned to see her mate still battling with her kit, matching blow by blow, claws sheathed.

"Well, I guess I can support one more."

"Then, I will announce the news of the kits to the clan."

As she nodded, she saw an annoyed Dustkit and a Lionblaze that looked like he hadn't gotten enough sleep bound over to her.

"Lionblaze, listen, we are supporting another kit."

After she lead Rainkit over to the clearing, she heard the powerful voice of Bramblestar ring around the clearing.

"Could all cats that are old enough to catch their own prey gather under the Highledge for a clan meeting!"

Cinderheart saw blurs of multicoloured pelts brush with hers.

"We will celebrate the successful birth of Cinderheart and Lionblaze's kits, Dustkit and Rainkit. They are strong and healthy, and I wish them well in the future."

Cinderheart thought she heard Rainkit mutter something like, 'We will serve the clan well'.

"As you may know, Foxleap has discovered a kit near the WindClan Tunnels. He is near 3 moons, and Cinderheart had agreed to raise him."

Suddenly Squirrelflight bounded up to him in a hurry and whispered something in his ear.

"Dovewing had had her litter of kits, Fernkit, Dawnkit and Snakekit.

With six new additions to the clan, I am sure it was stay strong for generation after generation!"

The roar of the crowd engulfed the screech of the silver kitten, as his eyes fluttered open.