Once upon a time, during a period of constant war..

(More precisely, Bastogne, Christmas, 9:00, but dramatic effect and stuff. Plus, I need a hook)

Chapter 1: Beginnings are endings

Moonflower was outraged, vexed, exasperated, and pretty much all around angry, which was contrary to the holiday season "feeling". She had volunteered to joined the American Special Operation forces, as she herself was aready enlisted in the British commandos. Normally, Britain does not allow women to be in the armed forces, but at this point, they don't care anymore.

Moonflower's POV:

"Moonflower, We have to add more barricades to our southern defenses! The Nazis can attack at any moment!". yelled Pinestar, the leader of our expeditionary squad.

"All right." I hollered back.

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Unfavorable.

I, along with the whole of the 101st airborne, were scrambled to the frontline of the Ardennes, where the frontline had collapsed due to a German last ditch attack. We met up with the 10th armor and fortified Bastogne for defense.

Unfortunately, the Panzers went around the city. We thought that would be okay, as the troops at our flank would protect it. But like realy competent French, there was little resistance there, and we got surrounded. If I was not surrounded, I would go up to Catton himself and slap him in the face and say,

(╬ﾟ◥益◤ﾟ) {Did you not think that the Germans might go around the forts you piece of foxdung?!}

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But I can't do that now, so I might as well save these American souls.

"Hey Moonflower, Need any help?" said Stormtail, my mate.

Stormtail and I met when we were mere kids in the roaring twenties, but we went our different ways after secondary education. We saw each other again when we both signed up for the British Commandos, and we were paired together when we were 20, the minimum age for a woman to get into the military.

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I was actually 18, but whatever.

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Stormtail was suppossed to join when he was 16, but he's a wimp.

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He was sweet and thought he was funny (But he wasn't mostly), and a bit snarky when he gets frustrated or angry. Or both.

"Sure. "

We placed down landmines in awkward silence while I thought about my legacy. I was nearly the first troop to land in France in anticipation of D-day, I got second of my group during training examinations.

Breaking the tension, Stormtail asked, "Do you think we will die here?"

"Yes, " I said, raising my voice with each word to convey my anger, "I've became top of my cla-"

"I was on top, you were second." Said Stormtail factually.

"Piss off, Stormtail. I'm doing a monologue."

"Why?"

"Do you want these landmines thrown at you?"

(- - )[…] - Stormtail.

"Alright, Carry on." Stormtail said.

"Okay, I also have landed on Normandy to fight the Nazis, Landed on the Netherlands to fight for the Dutch, and NOW I DIE BECAUSE CATTON CAN'T MANEUVER TROOPS TO DEFEND OUR FLANKS!"

"WHAT IS GOING ON THERE!" yelled Pinestar.

Yikes.

"YOU GET TO WORK NOW YOU DELINQUENTS!" - (0 (%#$!) 0 )

"OKAY!" Stormtail shouted back.

Pinestar was that one drill sergeant that thinks he's the leader of all forces in the area, as he was second of command for the 101st. But honestly, He's a massive c*nt.

We spent a solid 30 minutes to place landmines in silence. Mainly because talking will get me discharged.

Eventually, I heard someone shout, "THE RED WRISTBANDS ARE COMING, THE RED WRISTBANDS ARE COMING!"

[I hope they step on a landmine]

Red Wristbands were what Nazi's wore, But I knew this was a joke, as the Nazis are in tanks, and it was probably a racial slur for the British, as we and the bloody Americans don't really get well together, since they think they are better than us, since they beat us once, even though we beat them twice, and - Inhale - they need to feel superior in order to work.

The only thing America can do is be rifle fodder.

A loud cannon, around 33 mm I assume, rang across the town and decimated a near by building.

At this point, Stormtail and I ran to the commotion. I saw a full sized tiger tank, glaring at us as if we were prey.

We faced this test before, at the British training camp. As planned, we ran opposite directions just before a shell blew up next to us, and when we were on the sides of the tank, we both threw our sticky grenades, and ran away. Well, Stormtail did, I just walked to the Americans that were hiding behind the barricades, and put on sunglasses.

I'm sure I look pretty cool right now.

{Explosion sound effects} (̿▀̿ ̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿)̄

I could feel the starstruck Americans admiration for their savior.

I bet a mousetail I look preeety cool right now.

Pleased that I made an impact with those wankers, I asked the nearest man, "Do you want my autograph?"

He was too awed to respond.

"Hello?"

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I realized I had been talking to a corpse.

"Moonflower! Why did you do that?" Asked Stormtail as he ran to me.

(o-O); {Because that was fun, Storm-not fun.}

"You could have gotten killed!" Stormtail exclaimed.

I crossed my arms pouted, "So could have you."

\(O (!) O)/ {no fun no fun no fun no fun} (O-o)

"Moonflower, no one is going to make a movie about this, so there is not point in a picture perfect ending, and if you died, then you would have looked dumb."

"But I didn't, and besides, someone could make a movie after this." I walked to the corpse.

I imitated a high pitched voice, "Certainly, my Gracious Goddess! I would be more than overjoyed to document your life!"

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"Moonflower, that is wrong in soooo many ways."

I shifted throughout the rubble of the building. I mean, we don't really get wages, and they couldn't really care about their watch if they're dead. Of course, they're Nazis, so it's fine. Right?

I shifted through the child's drawer, "What goodies do you have? I've really been looking forwards for a new board game."

I heard footsteps and prepared a knife in my right hand.

"Momma?"

I instantly slashed it up. Luckily it only grazed the right eye of the little girl.

[Fox-dung]

She looked famished and around four. It seemed like she wandered into the room trying to find her family. I realized I stole her belongings and permanently damaged her eye

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The girl teared up.

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"Um... Heil Hitler..."

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"What is going on here? " asked Stormtail, blocking the doorway, "Why do you have a board game? Why is that little girl crying? Did you commit a warcrime? Moonflower? Is th-"

Stormtail connected the dots. I swerved past him, but got my shoulder grabbed by a furious special agent..

"MOONFLOWER, WHAT THE FOX-D"

Long story short, that girl's going to go to the orphanage and as an apology, We'll pay for her expenses.

Stormtail just looked at the distance, depressed. I might have crossed one of his lines.

"So.. are you angry at me?" I asked.

He responded solemnly, "No. Not really. Just a bit scared."

"Of me?"

"Of course not."

[Screw you too] (- - )

"Why, then?"

"You know the tube you peed in for the British to test mobile bathrooms?"

"Yeah, Makes no sense to carry the loo everywhere. The best thing they can do is turn them into stink bombs."

"Yeah, That was a pregnancy test I bought. It returned positive."

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I froze.

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I guess we partied a little too hard in Hamsterdam. This was going to be the end of my active duty. I will have to care for some bloody child until the war finished. I would lose all my freedom, and be domesticated like a kittypet.

After a while, I muttered, "Bloody dark forest."

"Yeah, I know, Being a parent is scary, and we will work through that, okay?" He comforted me.

"Forget the Child, We need to be in active duty! We need to help our nation, not ourselves!"

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"Moonflower, You are not being disloyal by taking a pregnancy leave, British command says that you will be pulled back after the war is over."

This started a debate of loyalty, with me trying to prove that leaving the armed forces is not patriotic, while Stormtail was trying to mollify me into accepting his suggestions. He eventually won, and we got to the subject of names, and obviously, that started a massive arguement.

Stormtail suggested names like Treefoot or Stormtail Jr. (Which I quickly shot down, obviously.)

I suggested Whitetail or Bluefur or Redears, as those are LOYAL NAMES, STORMTAIL.

We both decided to sleep with the problem, as we might not live long enough to even experience the birth of a child, because of the BLOODY AMERICAN'S REFUSAL TO BE REMOTLY SANE.

-The next day…-

The Germans were putting the squeeze on us. For the past 6 hours, The Nazis pushed all their men at us, and were pretty effective at pushing us back.

British Commandos like us were re-deployed every hour to try and prevent the defenses from 4 different angles every minuet. Stormtail and I were exhausted, and we were able to only barely help the situation on the front. I mean, Just keep us in one area mouse brains! Perhaps we should just surrender.

Yes, the symbol of British pride herself is contemplating surrender.

That's how bad this situation is.

I mean, If we didn't surrender soon, we might as well fight to the death, as the leverage we have at the negotiations table were falling exponentially.

If the Americans could do one thing right, then they should give us some tea time instead of walking us back and forth the town.

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I guess they did something right.

As soon as we sat down on a hill, the 101st airborne command ordered a desperate defense of Bastogne, and hope reinforcements from the 3rd army came soon. It was truly a Christmas miracle that the frontline of the US had not broken apart. We didn't know if it had, as we lost connections to the rest of the frontline.

I was going to finally ate the soft, moist, fresh-baked bread that one of the locals who had managed to survive the German hunts for resistors baked for us.

I began to cry tears of happiness.

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"Moonflower, we need to go back to the front."

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凸ಠ益ಠ)凸 {SCREW YOU STARCLAN!}

I rushed down the hill and Began firing at all the Nazis I could see.

(╬⓪益⓪) {IT'S FOX-DUNGING TEA TIME YOU PEICE OF FOX-DUNG!}

I shot a few of them before a bullet pierced my hand. I pushed my self onwards and hit a couple more.

"WHOSE FAULT IS IT FOR MESSING WITH TEA TIME?"

I shot out more bullets before I was shoved to the ground. A sort of needle was injected into me and I began to fall out of consciousness.

The last thing I heard was Stormtail fading voice.

This was a super cool way to die though.

I opened my eyes again, and I saw a light coming from a tunnel. This better not be a train.

A figure was approaching me. When he got closer, I saw he was wearing a black robe and holding a scythe. Pretty dope.

The man walked to me.

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"Come Here, I have like 5 more people per second. I can't waste my time on you."

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I walked towards the man and when we were in striking distance, He waved his reaper and said,

"This buck't o' water will fix ya!"

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The freezing cold water drenched me, so I did the natural thing.

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I got my gun and pointed it at a random person, "WHAT THE BLOODY DARK FOREST WAS THAT FOR!"

Before I had the chance of yelling a bunch of profanities and hit him, someone held me back and calmly spoke.

"Its okay, Moony, It was our last hope for you to survive."

I barely overheard a man whisper, "And not because we can now see through your clothing."

I heard a wolf whistle soon after.

(- - ) [So that's what's going on...]

I looked at the person who spoke to me. Recognizing it as Stormtail, I turned around and said, "First of all, never call me that, Second of all, What happened?"

I looked around, and noticed that we were not in Bastogne's makeshift hospital.

"It's a long story." He responded, throwing me a towel.

Annoyed, I responded, "The only time I have is time, " Waving my cast in front of me, "and I want to know how I survived the assault."

"Very well, " Stormtail sighed, which I glared at him for, "Once you got shot, you fell backwards. I put you on the blanket we were on, and started shooting down the men that charged at us. After I killed three of them, the other men ran back to a tank. We ran out of anti-tank grenades when we were running around the city trying to defend it, so we couldn't have used those. As the tank closed in, I prayed what I thought was my last prayer, but as the tank aimed the cannon at me, it exploded, causing the rest of the Germans to run away. I looked for the reason of the explosion, and saw an American tank, with it's cupola (The hatch on the top of a tank) open and a man waving at me. We quickly rushed you to the field hospital, and got caught up on the news. Turns out, Catton broke the encirclement minutes ago, and was preparing for a massive counterattack to take back the Belgian territory. You weren't waking up, and the field medic said you were almost dead, but the American over there, " Stormtail paused to catch his breath, and I looked over there to see a American grinning and waving his hand in the air.

(I'm pretty sure you just skipped that paragraph…)

I woke up just in time for the end. "Said nothing heals people faster than 'a buck't o' water' and promptly splashed you with water. And that is where we are now."

"Spoiler alert, I don't care."

"You asked. By the way, The doctor also said that you should get away from the front lines, as your condition." He said, gesturing at my stomach.

I smiled, "Are you calling me fat?"

Stormtail began to sweat, "No no, I'm j-"

{That was a joke} (- - )

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"By the way," The doctor butted in, "did you figure out a name for the babies?"

"No, we hav-Wait babies?"

"Yeah," Stormtail said, "You have twins, there's both girls."

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I inwardly cheered as I could use that as an excuse to eat even more junk food.

"They better carry all of my genes, as your genes in a girl will not end up well." I patted his head.

"Your genes in any person would not go well. I want some dignified children." He bantered sarcastically.

"Hey! The world would be gifted if they had two of me."

He sighed, rolling his eyes, "Okay Loony."

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The doctor asked, "So... What do you think you are going to name them?"

Stormtail, serious again, looked at me and asked, "What do you think is a suitable name for them?"

I said, "Bluefur and Whitefur, The colors of the British flag."

"What about Red? That is also on the British flag, right?"

"The Nazis are red."

"There's also white on the Nazi's flag, and White is a male prefix."

\(o-O)/ {What is your problem, Stormtail?}

He, equally annoyed, responded, "Well…. I figured that I would be able to name at least one, I mean it does take, you know, two to make a baby….."

"Fiiiinee, but why not just say it?"

"Because that would be a bit rude."

"Okay, What would you name yours?"

He pondered for a while, and then responded, "Snowfur, Because the Snow is the purest and innocent thing that I can think of."

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I was going to mention the German advance into Russia, but I guess I would let him have his moment. It's not like I'm Cinema Sins.

"Very well." I said, trying to look happy, and then muttered once he walked a bit away:

(o o ) {Her son's name is going to be Whitefur, though}

"Well then, Moony," I flinched as Stormtail breathed down in my ear, "I bet his name is going to be Whitestorm."

"Fine, Fine."

As Stormtail headed to the door, a question popped into my mind.

"Hey Stormtail, How did you know I was pregnant?"

"Well you were being especially moody at the time, so I eventually thought that being pregnant was the reason behind it."

"Sure.. but what did you first think before suggesting I was pregnant?"

"I thought you were being average Moonflower."

"Ehh…"

(๑･`▱´･๑) {WAIT WHAT! GET BACK HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT STORMTAIL!}

(Probably should be at the top.)

Disclaimer: This is not made to offend anyone. (Especially the British if I misuse their slang, I am seriously just looking at a guide to British slang. I will take suggestions on how to actually use it. I also don't mean to offend the Americans, because I have Moonflower insult them for every mistake they make.) This is a piece of historical fiction (Obviously not everything is real). I do not own warriors, The Hunters do. Characters will be a bit OC, but I tried to stay as true to the books. (Did I put enough? No? Okay….) Also, what do you think of the *Emojis*? I wanted to innovate, so Should I keep doing them?

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Also, Let me know how this chapter was...

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Edit: If you're lazy, Plot recaps are every 10 chapters! Pretty neat isn't it?