Ooh, quite a long chapter, but I had to fit it all in. FIrst of all, a note about cats, and why this chapter works is at the bottom.

"Oh StarClan!" Icestar yowled. A small ripple passed through her stomach. The same thing was happening to Windear, though Windear seemed quite calm.

"Icestar, calm yourself. Your kits will come strong and healthy. The only thing we have to worry about it getting Blueface." Windear comforted.

Icestar screamed again, and luckily Sunfang popped his head in. The new warrior was quite alarmed, having never seen a queen kitting before. He stood and stared, until Icestar screamed again and he went out of his trance.

"Sunfang, go get Blueface. We're both kitting, so hurry up!" Windear snapped. She was getting anxious now, she did not like sitting uncomfortably as she was.

He scrambled out and tripped over his own paws (Guess who Sunfang is/ was). He dashed into Blueface's den. He almost missed it, just barely managing to duck in before he passed. Blueface was calmly sleeping, completely oblivious to the screams coming from the nursery.

Sunfang prodded Blueface's side. "Not now, mother, I don't want to get up yet!" Blueface mumbled, turning his head away.

"You lump! It's not your mother! Icestar and Windear are both kitting, so get your herbs and let's go!" Sunfang hissed. Blueface jumped up, scrambled around, grabbing various herbs before dashing to the nursery, in about five seconds.

Before getting there, he called Fawnpaw and got her to come too. She was excited, now getting more training, and for her it was one more paw step closer to being a medicine cat!

The two cats raced at breakneck speeds, trying to not hear the screams. Already a bunch of cats were gathered around the entrance to the nursery, anxious. Blackwing was one of them, pacing around. He couldn't let the others know he was the father, but he was worried all the same.

The two pushed their way through the crowd, clawing and biting their way. The burst into the shaded cave, padded with moss and two agitated cats.

"Fawnpaw, you go help Windear. She knows what to do, and she just needs your help." Blueface instructed before turning to Icestar. His leader was in a blind pain, screaming and yowling, clawing everything that came close to her. Blueface managed to grab her paws and press them against the ground, before assisting her.

First came a black tom with green eyes. They both cleaned him off. He was already crying for food, so he pressed the kit to Icestar stomach.

Next came another kit, black with white jagged stripes down her side. When put against her mother, she immediately started to nurse and nuzzle closer to her brother.

Another tom came next, white with gray stripes, like a white tiger. He didn't seem very hungry, but her curled up next to his mother and started to sleep, content with his bath.

Last came a little she-cat. White and orange, very pretty and quiet. She was mostly light orange, and she already seemed very cute and sweet. She put up with the rigorous licking she had to go though.

Blueface stepped back. Four kits. It was allot of work, both for him and Icestar. He hoped she would fare batter this time.

He turned to Windear, who also had a few kits nuzzled up to her.

One of them was a longhaired calico, very beautiful, and she seemed to know it, with the poise and grace she nursed with.

Another was a tom, mostly white, but with a clock of his face orange. He was curled up to another kit, a golden she-cat.

One more kit was being born, and he watched Fawnpaw closely to make sure she was doing everything correctly. She was gently guiding the kit out, and had already given Windear the right herbs. I'm impressed thought Blueface.

The last kit looked identical to a tiger, orange and black, and the same powerful aura.

Icestar suddenly screamed again. Another ripple passed though her stomach. A very small kit came out.

The kit was orange and white, and was very near death. He wasn't breathing properly, and he seemed very cold. Blueface immediately started trying to get the liquid out of the kits throat. The poor little tom was bedraggled and sorry looking.

He shoved the kit to Icestar, whose eyes immediately widened. That's the kit of Wildfire. She thought. Indeed it was. The sorry looking kit was an exact copy of Wildfire, orange and white, only Wildfire was never this weak.

She pushed the kit back to Blueface. "I can't. I'm too weak." She murmured.

He started licking the kit and warming him up. The poor little kit started crying, a good sign that his lungs were clear. The kit was still very near death.

"At least name him. He's about to die, and he should go to StarClan with a name." Blueface insisted.

"Stillkit." She said.

Suddenly, the kit started crying even more. He stopped shivering, and tried to sniff out food. He was still sickly, but he was better than how he was.

He then pressed the kit to Icestar's side, and the kit started nursing hungrily, but Icestar detached herself from the kit and placed him with Windear.

"I can't do it. You have much more experience, and I don't think I could manage five kits. You have raised bigger litters, and he needs the care of a queen with the right knowledge of kits. Please, Windear, could you take him?" Icestar pleaded. She could not mention that the kit caused many hurtful memories for her, and that she almost hated him.

"Of course, Icestar." Windear replied. "I am honored that you would let me do so."

Blueface and Fawnpaw looked on. Icestar whipped her head around and glared at them. "If you tell anyone about what just happened, your life will be a living hell." She hissed. Blueface and Fawnpaw both nodded.

Icestar fell back on the moss. "I guess I should name them." She meowed.

She pointed to the eldest tom, the all black one. "Thunderkit."
She pointed to the black and white she-cat. "Lightningkit."
She then pointed to the white tiger. "Snowkit."
She finally pointed to the little light ginger-white kit. "Sweetkit."

"What are you going to name yours, Windear?" she politely asked.

"Well, I was thinking, Rosekit, for the little calico, the white one will be Frostkit, the tiger will, of course, be Tigerkit, and the golden one will be Goldenkit. And Stillkit will stay Stillkit." She replied, looking at the little kits.

"Lovely names, now, I'm going to rest, it's been a very long day." Icestar yawned.

Blueface and Fawnpaw slunk out of the den, letting the two tired queens sleep.

Okay, very long, so review. Here's the cat thing, and why Stillkit is Wildfire's son, and everyone else is Blackwing's kits.

Cats are superfecund; that is, a female may mate with more than one male when she is in heat, meaning different kittens in a litter may have different fathers. A queen once had two tabbies, a tortiseshell, a ginger cat, and a perfect Siamese.

There. So very strange, but that's life.

Aneis