Disclaimer- I don't own Warriors, or the Clans. I own everything else in this story not made my Erin Hunter!


"Push, Riverpool!"

A shrill yelp of excitement enamated from Flameheart as a large kit, hairless and squirming, joined the ranks of ThunderClan. "Yes, yes!"

"Hush, Flameheart!" scolded Starshine. "You'll traumatize him."

"Him? It's a him?" The exhausted Riverpool rasped, licking the newborn kit.

"Yes, a him. It's a strong one too, and most likely gray, if that can help you name him." Starshine mewed.

Riverpool gazed at the kit for a second, and her eyes roved over his long legs, yellow eyes, and seemingly bushy tail, then mewed, "Wolfkit."

Starshine gasped as Dayrise mewed from the corner, "Wolf?"

"I've seen a wolf before... they're strong, good hunters, but much like dogs." Riverpool mewed. "Now let me sleep." She settled down on her side as the blind kit began to nurse.

As Starshine hurried to give her poppyseeds, her mind raced. No cat could argue with a queen on the kits names, but this... there was nothing she could do! She growled in frustration.

"Starshine..." came a gasp, and Starshine whirled to see Dayrise digging her claws into the ground with a dazed expression on her face. This time it was Nightpelt's turn to screech.

Starshine hushed him and gave him poppyseeds to give to Dayrise while she helped Dayrise along with the kit. Soon a small, mewling blind kit lay on the moss with a few brown hairs plastered to her slim frame. Again, Starshine felt that dizzy sensation of responsibility and calm and shook her head to clear it as she quickly looked away.

"Nightpelt, get some freshkill for her," Starshine ordered and as the black tail swiftly whisked out of the nursery she helped Dayrise lick the kit clean. She glanced back over at the dozing Riverpool and the nursing kit, with Flameheart preening her disheveled fur.

Nightpelt reappeared with a plump vole dangling from his mouth and gaace it to Dayrise.

Dayrise gulped it down and gave her new kit a couple new licks, nudging it to her belly. Her blue eyes lingered at her small frame and fur that was making her turn into a mottled puffball, and mewed quietly, "Hawkkit."

Starshine blinked. No... she thought, watching Wolfkit, now a gray ball of fur, take a few unsteady steps toward Hawkkit, tail high, sealed eyes thrust forward along with the overlarge head. Flameheart nudged him in the other way, guiding him to Riverpool.

Already the two kits were together... Starshine thought worridly. Sparing a quick glance around the den with eyelids drooping, she reassured herself they had no more need of her here, and wearily padded out of the nursery to her den to snatch some sleep.


A little short, but it'll get exciting! Don't worry! Please review!