Author Note Hello! I hope you enjoy this story. If you hate it, feel free to flame me. It is merely expressing our opinion. This is what should have happened to Sandstorm. If you look in my writing, you can see a pattern. I kill off the characters I don't like. I killed Graystripe and Silverstream. I hate them both.
Disclaimer I own nothing.
All was well in Thunderclan. As Firestar, the leader of Thunderclan walked through the camp to his den, he thought about all the best thing in his life right now; Sandstorm.
She was pregnant with his kits, and they were due any day now. When he got to his den, he settled down and quickly fell asleep.
When he awoke, he decided to go visit Sandstorm in the Nursery. As he approached the Nursery entrance, he called out her name softly. "Sandstorm? Are you here?"
"Yes Firestar, come in." she said peacefully.
"How are you?" he asked
"Oh, just fine. The kits are due soon so I thought that…" she stopped suddenly, a shocked look on her face.
"Firestar! Get Cinderpelt! It's time!" Firestar rushed over to Cinderpelt's den, and found her sitting, eating her breakfast.
"Cinderpelt! Sandstorm's having her kits!" she looked scared for a second, but stood up and said "Firestar, I have been meaning to tell you something about that…" but, Sandstorm's shrill cry broke them off. They dashed to the Nursery, were Sandstorm was yowling in pain.
"Relax, everything going to be fine. Just take deep breaths and whatever you do, stay calm." Firestar could see that Cinderpelt was acting oddly. What had she been meaning to tell him? But, he couldn't worry about that now. Sandstorm needed his help.
"Sandstorm, just breathe and think about what these kits will be like when they get older. They will be perfect."
"Firestar? Something's gone wrong. She's bleeding on the inside. But, I might be able to save the kits." She said shaking. No. This could not be happening. Firestar looked over at Sandstorm. She was covered in filth and blood. As Cinderpelt got to work trying to get the kits out, Firestar prepared to say goodbye to Sandstorm.
"Sandstorm? Can you hear me?" he said quietly.
"Yes" she said in a hoarse voice filled with pain.
"I just want you to know that I love you, and always will until I hunt with Starclan." He said in a shaky voice.
"I know I am dying Firestar, I just have one request. Take care of our kits. Please give them the best care you possibly can. I love you Firestar. Until we meet again in Starclan, farewell Firestar, my love." Then she died. Firestar turned his gaze to his kits. They had just been cleaned off. They were both she-cats. A dark ginger one with green eyes a light brown one with amber eyes. Instead of filling him with pain, like one might have expected, he felt comforted by them, the tiny innocent creatures with no idea of the world they where in. Where you could have someone one minute, and have the snatched away the next. He would raise these kits, and he could already feel and love even stronger then the on he felt for Sandstorm be made. He would love and protect these kits, always and forever.