Note: This chapter contains mild swearing. You have been warned.

"Come on!" growled Shadowed Fur. "Where is that damned she-cat?"

His mate, Darkened Sky, padded up. "Spider Web?" she questioned.

Shadowed Fur nodded, another growl forming in his throat. "She should have reported back at sunhigh! Now it's almost sun-down!"

Dusky Night approached, his blue eyes narrowed. "I say we head over there with a patrol."

Darkened Sky slowly sat down, huffing as her kit-filled belly swayed. "I agree," she puffed.

Shadowed Fur snarled and shook his head. "No! We'll wait," he hissed. "My damned brother should have sent her back long ago."

His daughter, Winter Storm, approached. "What's going on?" she asked.

Dusky Night explained. "Darkened Sky and I want to send a patrol over to Glowing Sun's camp."

Winter Storm narrowed her eyes. "I can go see if they need help."

Shadowed Fur immediately protested. "You can't go! Let... Blazing Flame go. Or Tristen."

Winter Storm's hackles rose. "No! Tristen wants to stay away from his father. You can't send him! Send me instead."

Darkened Sky's tailtip touched Shadowed Fur's shoulder.

"Let her go," she murmured. "She's not a kitten anymore."

Shadowed Fur shook his head. "No," he growled. "My daughter will not go. She's too fragile."

Winter Storm heard his comment and bristled. "Just because I was weak as a kit doesn't mean I'm weak now!" she snarled.

Darkened Fur turned to Dusky Night. "What do you think?"

The young tom carefully smoothed back a tuft of fur on his thick tail. "I think she should go."

Shadowed Fur hissed softly as his family's gazes turned on him. "Fine. Winter Storm can go."

His daughter's face broke into a small smile. "Finally," she purred. "Well, I'll be back soon."

Shadowed Fur stopped her. "Wait," he growled. "Just brig back news of Spider Web. Not of my damned brother."

Winter storm nodded. "Got it." She nodded to Tristen and bounded out of the camp.

Dusky Night dipped his head and stood. "I'm going to go visit the kits," he mewed. "See you later."

Darkened Sky watched him go. She was silent for a few moments, then spoke. "Have you noticed anything... different, I guess, about Winter Storm?"

Shadowed Fur shook his head. "No. Why?"

Darkened Sky turned to him. "I think she's expecting kits."

Shadowed Fur leapt to his paws.

"TRISTEN!"

Winter Storm shivered as she crossed into the moorland. Even though it was her birthplace, she still felt uneasy.

The kittens squirmed inside her. She gently stroked her flank with her tail.

The fading sunlight streaked the moor with gold. With a deep breath, Winter Storm bounded over a hill and gasped.

Innumerable amounts of rogues and loners surrounded her uncle's camp. At the lead was the scarred tom who had killed Copper Nose.

"Please, Scar!" came Glowing Sun's voice. "Why are you here?"

Scar- the tom- hissed. "One of these wretched groups stole my son! I won't stop until I get him back!"

Winter Storm gasped, her blood turning to ice. Scar was Tristen's father?!

A tabby loner whipped around, peering through the tussocks of grass. Winter Storm quickly squashed herself against the ground. Please don't see me, she prayed.

The tabby shrugged and turned back to his leader. Winter Storm breathed a sigh of relief and crept down the hillside.

Tristen yelped as Shadowed Fur's caterwaul echoed through the camp. The black tom's gaze was locked on him.

"Y-yes, Shadowed F-fur?"

Shadowed Fur bounded across the clearing and cuffed Tristen around the ear. "You damned tom! You got my daughter pregnant!"

Tristen pulled away. "What?" he gasped. "What're talking about?"

Shadowed Fur rolled his eyes. "You foolish imbecile! My daughter is going to have kits!"

Tristen shook his head. "I-I didn't..." he explained awkwardly. "Well, um..."

Shadowed Fur opened his mouth to say more, but a black and white blur streaked into the camp.

"Winter Storm!" Tristen cried. "Are you pregnant?"

Winter Storm ignored him and turned to her father. "The rogues have surrounded Glowing Sun's camp. We need to help."

Shadowed Fur snarled. "I don't care about that good-for-nothing fleabag! What about Spider Web?"

Winter Storm shook her head. "I didn't see her," she admitted. "I think she's dead, though."

Tristen's mouth fell open. Spider Web, dead?

Shadowed Fur's gaze hardened. "Fine," he muttered coldly. "We will help that damn lump of dirt. Only for Spider Web."

Color Tail emerged from the nursery, her tail (blue-ish today,) whisking back and forth. "What about Spider Web?"

Dusky Night appeared beside her. "Yes, what about her?"

Shadowed Fur turned away. "She is... dead."

Color Tail gasped and buried her head in Dusky Night's shoulder. The tom simply sighed and muttered, "It would have happened eventually."

Tristen nodded in agreement. "So, what's the plan of attack?"

Winter Storm turned to her father. "Yes, what will we do?"

Shadowed Fur's gaze hardened. "First," he snarled, "you'll tell me how you got pregnant!"

Winter Storm looked confused. "What?"

Tristen remained silent. Wait a minute, he thought. Her belly is swollen with kits!

Shadowed Fur scrambled to his paws. "Stop lying!"

Winter Storm narrowed her eyes. "I'm not pregnant," she snapped. "I've just been really hungry for the past few days, okay?"

Tristen sighed softly relieved he wasn't in trouble with Shadowed Fur. His mate would pay for lying eventually, though.

The tom sniffed. "Good," he hissed. "Stay young."

Dusky Night's form approached. "What's the plan?"

Shadowed Fur groaned, then beckoned Tristen, Winter Storm, and Dusky Night closer.

"So, we'll start here..."

Winter Storm took a deep breath. From here, she could hear the rogue's and loner's jibes, accompanied by Scar's screeches. "Give me my son!"

With a sigh, she remembered the parting scene at camp.

"Please, please be safe," Tristen whispered. Winter Storm nodded and licked his cheek. "I will, I promise."

Across the camp, Color Tail had her muzzle pressed against Dusky Night's shoulder. "Come back soon," she murmured. "The kits have already lost their father. They can't lose you as well."

Winter Storm sat and began to groom her belly. Her mother was in the nursery, her pain-filled yowls the only noise in the camp.

Owl's Wing, who had take over the healing job from Spider Web, emerged from the nursery. "Three kits, all male!" he called.

Winter Storm sighed in relief. "How many kits do you want to have?" she asked Tristen quietly.

The brown tabby smiled. "Either four or two," he answered. "And an equal number of toms and she-kits."

Winter Storm nodded. "Four's a good number."

She shivered as Shadowed Fur silently streaked up the hillside.

The taunts and jeers grew steadily louder until Winter Storm's belly squirmed.

Blazing Flame, and older tom, glanced at her. "You ready?" His mew was deep and reassuring.

"I-I guess," Winter Storm stuttered.

Shadowed Fur's hush made her quiet. Her father signaled to Gentle Breeze, who immediately staggered onto the open moor, howling.

An ugly silver tabby turned. "Oh, lookee there," he purred. "A pretty kitty for Austin!"

He began to bound towards Gentle breeze. The jeers and teases stopped. Even Scar stopped his yowls to watch Austin head towards Gentle Breeze.

With a yowl, Shadowed Fur sprung up, and began to sprint towards the rogues.

Winter Storm followed, her belly swaying. Please, my dead siblings, she prayed, protect my children.

She leapt into battle.

"What should we name this beautiful she-kit?"

Winter Storm yawned and stroked the said kit's fur. She squealed, writhing about.

"How about Rising Fire, for her legs?" she suggested, before her speech was punctuated by another yawn.

Tristen nodded. "Can we name this tom Fallen Branch?"

Winter Storm yawned. "Okay. Rising Fire, Fallen Branch- how about Snow Swirl for this kit?"

Tristen nodded. "And Broken Shadow for this she-kit?"

Winter Storm nodded. "Perfect. Can you get my parents please? Oh, and Dusky Night, too."

Tristen smiled and exited the den.

Winter Storm sighed. They'd had the perfect litter- two she-kits and two toms. They have beautiful names, too, she thought.

Shadowed fur pushed into the den, followed by his mate and foster son. "What are their names?" croaked Darkened Sky.

Winter Storm purred. "The she-kits are Broken Shadow and Rising Fire, and the toms are Fallen Branch and Snow Swirl."

The battle had been won; the rogues diminished.

Everything was perfect.

So! Here is the second and final installment of the Rising Moon/Glowing Sun thingies! Here are the kitty descriptions:

Rising Fire: brown tabby she-cat with ginger legs, blue eyes.

Fallen Branch: brown tabby tom, green eyes.

Snow Swirl: black tom with faded, white swirls. Brown eyes.

Broken Shadow: black and orange she-cat with blue eyes.

Little Fern: black tom with gray tabby stripes. Green eyes. (Darkened Sky and Shadowed Fur's kit)

Hawk Talon: black tom with white tabby stripes, blue eyes. (Darkened Sky and Shadowed Fur's kit)

Black Fur: black tom, one green eye, one blue eye. (Darkened Sky and Shadowed Fur's kit)

Welp, I hope you enjoyed! Bai!

-Cherrystone