1Disclaimer- I don't own Warriors, but I do own this fanfiction, which rocks meh socks!

Two months on...

Laying in the nursery, the dark-pelted queen lay, licking her three kits gently. One had an almost opalescent silvery pelt, one had a brown pelt, and bright red tail, and the other was the same colour as his mother. Wyldlight purred softly as they curled up next to her, especially the young sliver she-cat. She was the only girl in the litter.

A grey head popped into the nursery, grinning. "Hey, oh! Your kits are beautiful! What are their names?" Having forgotten the incident with Blackraven, he had treated Wyldlight like she had been his mate, and helped her, and brought her food. Now, two days after the kits have been born, he came to see them.

"Well, the small silver she-cat is Opalkit. And the red-tailed one is Redkit. But, the tabby one hasn't been named yet." Mewed Wyldlight, her pelt prickling.

He looked deeply at the tiny kit, and felt a shiver go down his spine. Something about this kit gave him the creeps, and he couldn't stand to look at it for more than a couple seconds. Don't be stupid, it's just a little kit! How could it hurt me, or any Clan?

Still, he slid away from it to settle in a vacant nest. "How about...Darkkit, or...Nightkit? Oh, wait! Tigerkit!"

Wyldlight repeated the name quietly, and then smiled. "Opalkit, Redkit, and Tigerkit. Lets hope they grow up to be great warriors!" She, of course had forgotten about the scared cat's prophecy.

Appearing in the entrance to the nursery, another queen came in. Around her were her two kits, Waterkit, and Fishkit. They both had blue-tick pelts, but Waterkit also had small silvery ticks.

Waterkit bounced over, on her big clumsy paws. She was about two weeks old, and has a small, stuttering voice. "W-whatsa name ah your kitses?" She asked, looking up at Wyldlight at with huge grey eyes.

"Well, This is Opalkit, Redkit, and the little tabby is Tigerkit." Wyldlight said, settling down, trying to sleep.

Waterkit smiled, and then lay down near Tigerkit. "Hi Tigerkit!" she mewed quietly, and curled up close to him, drawing in his scent, and mewing softly to him.

That sunhigh, Tigerkit opened his eyes. The first time seeing the world around him, and he was contented. Next to him was a bigger cat, and there was an even bigger one.

When Wyldlight woke up, she saw her kit, only two days old, looking about with curiosity. The other two were still sleeping, curled up together. Next to Tigerkit, Waterkit still lay, her small flank rose and fell. "I'll be back," she whispered to her kits, and slid out of the nursery. She had arranged to go and meet Blackraven at fourtrees

"Blackraven!" she meowed in delight, the two touching noses. "The kits were born two days ago! Their names are Opalkit, Redkit and Tigerkit. When they are old enough, I'll bring them to see you."

The rest of the day slipped by, and it turned slowly to night. After a swift good-bye, Wyldlight raced away, back into camp. She padded in, to hear the loud wails of her kits, and she raced to the nursery. Inside, two of her kits, Opalkit and Redkit squirmed about, wailing like sirens. Tigerkit lay, still as a statue, next to Waterkit, who stood, looking scared. "Tigerkit!" she wailed in pity, and bent to pick up it's dead body. Suddenly, he raised his head, and let out a thin wail, and looked up at his mother with startling amber eyes.

"I makeded sure he didn't cry but I was ascairt he died!" Whispered Waterkit, and she bent down to nuzzle Tigerkit affectionately.

Three Weeks Later...

Tigerkit made a face, as his mother gave him a thorough groom. "Mummy! I don't needs a cleaning!" He wailed, as she finished licking the top of his head.

"Nonsense!" Meowed Waterkit playfully, skipping into the den, and then promptly tumble over her own paws. "I okay!" She said, slightly humiliated, and she padded over. "Wanna come pway? Mummy said we could, if it's okay with your mummy!"

Looking innocently at Wyldlight, the two mewed in unison. "Pleeeeease?" Ever since they had first really met, the two had been nearly inseparable. Always together, the two goofed around and did everything with each other. The Green-leaf was warm, and Whitefrost, the other queen lay stretched out with Fishkit, they were sun-bathing.

"Watch out, ThunderClan cat! I'm Raggedstar! I will defeat all of you who dare to oppose me!" Yowled Tigerkit shrilly, jumping on Waterkit with his claws sheathed.

Batting him away, and Waterkit hissed fiercely. "I am Dustystar! Anycat who dare attack me and my deputy will pay greatly!"

The two promptly jumped on each other, and hissed pretend hisses. They wrestled on the grassy clearing floor, batting at each other, and bit gently. Waterkit was winning the play-fight, for, of course, she was much larger. Suddenly, Tigerkit battered up with his back legs, and Waterkit fell to the ground with a soft thump.

Watching the two, Wyldlight smiled to herself. She had only recently recalled the dream about the scared cat. She was chilled by the words Clan of the storm will fear the kit with the pelt of his kin. But, she pushed it out of her mind for the moment. She was contented just laying in the sun, watching her kits.

"Woah! Lookit!" Mewed Waterkit suddenly, transfixed by something, distant, but still close.

Yea...I had terrible writer's block ,but I'm trying to get at least two chapters a week. Writers block sometimes ends in cliff hangers...At least for me... Please review!