In Warriors, Bluefur (Bluestar) ignored Thrushpelt. He was such a wholesome cat that he deserved better, no matter what Bluestar thought. So, I wondered: what would happen if Bluestar chose him?

Bluefur just got back from hunting. Dragging a plump blackbird into the ravine with her patrol, she felt satisfied with her catch. Snowfur, her sister, bounded up to her.

"Wow!" she exclaimed, "great catch!"

Bluefur felt warm with pride. "Thanks," she meowed, using her best modest tone.

Leaving the bird in the fresh-kill pile, she headed towards the center of the clearing to relax in the sun. She noticed Thrushpelt looking at her right outside the warriors den, but was too occupied to go up to him. Every cat knows that Tawnyspots is dying. Who will Sunstar choose as his next deputy?

She shook these thoughts away. It isn't something I should be too concerned about. I trust him to make a good desision, like how Pinestar chose Sunstar to be the next leader.

Besides, these thoughts were the least of her worries. Oakheart is so kind... if only I could find a mate in ThunderClan.

At that moment, Thrushpelt bounded up to her. Something stirred inside of her, stronger than how she felt towards Oakheart. Whatever that feeling was, she shook it off.

"Hi," Thrushpelt meowed in an awkward tone.

Does he love me? Bluefur wondered. That feeling made itself known again. Do I love him?

"Hi," Bluefur meowed, equally awkward.

"I was wondering... can you go on a walk in the forest with me?" Thrushpelt asked, with hope shining in his eyes.

Bluefur thought that sounded nice. "Sure."

They walked through the forest, racing through the trees. Eventually, Thrushpelt fell in a puddle next to the Owl Tree.

"You look like a swamp monster!" Bluefur said with a mrrow of laughter.

He splashed her jokingly. "We can both be swamp monsters!"

Bluefur had never felt so content in her life.

The next day...

Thrushpelt approached Bluefur with a question lingering in his eyes.

Bluefur noticed that. "What's going on?"

Thrushpelt shuffled his paws on the ground, stirring the dirt. "I was wondering... can you be my mate?"

Bluefur felt a longing in her heart so strong that she knew she couldn't refuse. "Yes. Yes I will."

Two years later...

Bluefur, deputy of ThunderClan, was having Thrushpelt's kits.

A spasm racked through her body, with shocking pain.

Featherwhisker was with her, meowing soothingly. "You're doing great..."

Her body worked to push the kits out. She wondered, can I bear this pain?

Spasm after spasm came, until finally a kit was born.

Featherwhisker licked it's fur the wrong way to warm it up. "It's a she-cat!" he meowed excitedly.

Another kit was soon born, a tom. Laying her eyes on the kit, Bluefur felt she never saw something so perfect.

Thrushpelt burst into the nursery, worry in his eyes. When he saw the kits, though, joy shone in his eyes.

"The she-cat looks like you," he murmured happily.

"The tom has your face," Bluefur meowed with joy.

"I think the she-cat should be named Shinekit, because of the way her fur shines in this light." Thrushpelt meowed happily.

"That is a great name!" She agreed. "The tom should be named Riverkit, because of the way his fur flows like water." And because of the life I could have had. Though, I have no regrets.

"Shinekit and Riverkit," Thrushpelt murmured. "My precious loves..."

Bluefur felt as though she may burst with joy. Why did I even think about mating with Oakheart? Thrushpelt and these kits are my life.

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