Sorry, i think im gonna update sundays now, becuz ive been getting lots of homework and i don't have time to write except for Saturdays, and i need to write on my non-fanfiction-story, 2. REVIEW!

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TWO MOONS LATER:

Sorrowstream's POV:

The kits are coming soon; I can feel it in my bones. Greenclaw is clearly on edge and everybody in the clan must be able to see the the tension between the two of us.

Fadednose died; just died. I sat my vigil loyally beside her and most had been shocked that I had sat vigil all night; Ifelt purely guilty for the flaming last words I said to her. Tawnystar had approached me later and apparently Mapleleaf had told her of my abilities. I was in trouble; big trouble.

She glared at me and said furiously, "Why did you not tell us of this?"

I bowed my head and said, "The risks were too large. Imagine what temptation it would be for the other clans? I'm sure the other clans would do anything to have such a healer; not to be un-modest or anything."

Tawnystar had huffed; not able to say anything to that; and stalked back to her den.

Greenclaw licked my shoulder as we met near the white sycamore tree; him hunting and I gathering herbs. He murmured, "I love you Sorrowstream; I hope you know that."

I nodded and said, "But what are we going to do, my love? The kits will come within the next moon; I am sure of it. Mapleleaf and Tawnypelt are sure to banish me, they're already mad enough at me."

He said surely, "We'll think of something. Hey, I had a thought, but if you don't agree with it, it's fine of course."

I nodded and Greenclaw said, "You know my friend Stripedpelt of Riverclan? Nobody would be surprised if he had another mate from another clan; he's had about four from Shadowclan, two from Windclan and Seastone-"

I interrupted increduously, "Seastone was Stripedpelt's mate?"

Greenclaw nodded and said, "yeah, that's why nobody knew who the father was. So, we could give him the kits and he could bring them to Riverclan. He's had all those disloyal mates and nobody has banished him yet; probably because all of the kits go to Riverclan."

I nodded faintly and said, "Maybe, I'll talk to him with you at the next Gathering."

Greenclaw started to walk away and paused, saying, "And if he flirts with you; promise you'll still love me afterwards."

I laughed and said, "Of course, Greenclaw!"

He sighed in relief and returned to his pile of prey. I returned to my pile of Marigold and Burdockroot, wandering back in the direction of the abandonned house. Would this arrangement be right for my kits? Would it be right for me?

Suddenly there was a sharp pain in my stomach. I dismissed it; thinking it was one of the kits kicking again; but then it hurt again. Suddenly I collapsed on the ground and started convulsing. I screamed, "Greenclaw!"

I saw a face peer at me from the surrounding fronds, but it wasn't Greenclaw; it was Mapleleaf. She growled and said, "What is it Sorrowstream? You must have scared off all the prey from here to Riverclan!"

Then she saw the blood, and said. "Sorrowstream! I would never have thought it of you!" She turned around and I heard Greenclaw's voice saying, "let me through; let me though!" Then I heard Mapleleaf's voice saying, "Stay away; vermin; fetch help." She didn't know he was the father, yet. And I wouldn't let her know, it wouldn't be fair to Greenclaw.

Slowly, I slid myself into a patch of undergrowth and held back the yelps of pains that seemed to be bubbling into my chest. I kept scooting in that fashion; until I reached the lake. Digging my claws into the soft soil; I dragged myself towards the ferns near the marsh; no-one would find me here. Then I saw the dragging marks; they would only need to follow my trail. Begging to Starclan, I thought, "Let there be wind, please Starclan, wind." And there suddenly was a long gust of wind that erased my trail entirely; Starclan was on my side. I crawled towards the brush and pulled myself underneath a large bush of Mulberries and a sapling maple.

I heard Mapleleaf calling my name; and Greenclaw's voice also, quavering with worry. He needn't worry, I was fine and safe. Then I saw the blood; there was a trail of blood leading right to my hiding place. I groaned and slid farther into the bush; entering the marsh. I sank deeply into a puddle; hising my scent, and hopefully my fear-scent. Mapleleaf's nose slipped in between the bushes and i ducked my head underneath the frigid water. Eventually unable to hold my breath ay longer; I surfaced; she was gone; and so was my first kit; he had a soft brown coat; but had drowned while I was under water. Could anything else go wrong.

I pulled myself onto the sand and heaved a sigh, feeling another small body beside me; a kit, and then another. That was it; two kits. Actually, three, but one had drowned. The first had a beautiful lucious red coat- a tom. I sighed deeply in relief as I heard his small huffs of first breath, and his sister. She was the exact replica of her father; creamy-coffee-colored coat and my eyes; grey. She nudged around; trying to find my milk. Both of the kits were small; having been born prematurely.

I vomitted to the side and immediately felt hunger ebbing at my stomach. I would have to wait until my kits were done. My mind wandered until it reached two days before; while Greenclaw and I had been trying to come up with names. I whispered into the small tom's ear, "You're Boldkit." Then I nudged the pretty she-kit and said, "You're Twokit; after your two sets of disloyal heritage. May you go with your heart despite what happens in your life, Twokit."

Twokit and Boldkit looked up at me with closed eyelids and I heard them sniffling. I felt fatigue tug at my heart and the moment before I fell asleep I knew where I must go for my kits to be safe; the island. The only problem would be Gatherings, but we could avoid those easily. Then slumber erupted in my chest to my claws and I fell alseep.

No POV

Greenclaw turned his face to the stars and said, "Why Starclan, why?"

Two days past; no sign of Sorrowstream. He had returned to regular warrior duties; trying not to give away the fact that he was the father. Greenclaw walked along the lakeside; dragging his paws with despair. Grieffeather, Joythought (Joypaw is a warrior now) Moonlight, and Copperblaze were the only reason he pulled through; although he had to comfort Grieffeather as much as she comforted him.

He smelled blood; Sorrowstream's blood. He walked faster towards a mulberry bush covered in Sorrowstream's fear-scent. Then he saw the body. A tiny body. I tom-kit, it's lungs logged with water; and it was dead. It smelled of Sorrowstream and himself. It looked exactly like Sorrowstream. Is this what had become of his beloved mate; had they all drowned?

He couldn't force himself to look, and he dashed from the lakeside back into Thunderclan territory; guessing correctly that that dead kit had been his son.

sob, sob I'm, sorry, i had 2 kill one of the kits, that was a really sad chappie, i know. And the next chapter is the last one! Keep your eyes out for the next Doubted warriors fic, its called "Doubted: Divided." Just so u guys kno; it's not a sequel to this; it doesn'thave any of the same cats of anything; it even has a totally different setting. I NEED NAMES!

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