First Request Complete! This was requested by 'Itty Bitty', I hope you enjoy what I've wrote.
As I understand it, Whitestorm is the father of Ashfur and Ferncloud and Brindleface is their mother. They had four kits, but 2 of them went completely unnamed, dying of sickness soon after. I'm not sure if this is completely canon, because some people also think that Redtail was the father of Ashfur and Ferncloud. I'm going to assume that Whitestorm fathered Ashfur and Ferncloud, and the two other unnamed kits. This seems the most likely scenario.
Please enjoy This lemon.
ERIN HUNTER OWNS WARRIORS. I DO NOT. FIRST REQUEST COMPLETE.
Brindleface was sitting in her nest in camp, thinking of her former mate, Redtail. We would've had the best kits together, right when I was going to ask him to be mine, Oakheart killed him. She thought mutinously, lashing her tail. I still miss him so much...I'd Give anything to bear his kits. She looked around the camp. The apprentices were playing by the stump, with squeals of delight as they wrestled and jumped around. Our kits could have been like that, Redtail. She held back a wail as she sunk deeper into her nest. A sun was sinking quickly, while a moon was rising. Another day of grief waited her tomorrow, and she could only think of Redtail. The nest next to hers was filled with the scent of him, and it ended up in her dreams as well. She dreamed she had four kits around her, all of them were her's... But not Redtail's. They were some other tom she couldn't recognize. Redtail was gazing on her from above, with scorn. "I'm sorry!" she wailed.
"Brindleface? Are you okay?" Whitestorm mewed softly next to her. "I know how you must feel about Redtail. Losing someone as important as him must've been hard." He brushed his tail over her flank, and Brindleface felt comforted by him. His mother died when he was only a kit... Maybe he does understand. Could he be the tom in my dream? She wondered. "If you need someone to talk to, just let me know. I'll help you through this in anyway I can." He promised, holding her green gaze with his yellow eyes. Brindleface suddenly found herself getting lost in his gaze. He has eyes just like Redtail! Oh StarClan, what are you trying to tell me. Whitestorm broke away her gaze, and padded off to the Apprentice's Den.
Redtail, were you trying to tell me to have Whitestorm's kits? I could honestly do it. He' so handsome... His thick, snowy white pelt hiding his rippling muscles, and that yellow gaze reminds me of you so much...
"Brindleface?" Her sister Frostfur called from the nursery, knocking her out of her thoughts. "Could you come here for a moment?" Brindleface padded over to her, confused.
"Something wrong, Frostfur? Your kits look fine." She assured her.
"Nothing's wrong with them. I'm going to have the elder's watch after them, and we're going to go on a walk through the forest together. You look moony, and I think I know why." She explained, then turned down to her kits. "You four go and see the elders. Im sure they have a wonderful story to tell."
"I hope they tell us about LionClan!" Brightkit squeaked.
"I want them to tell us a story about hunting!" Thornkit jumped up, his tail sticking straight up with excitement.
"They won't tell you anything because I'll get there first!" Cinderkit pelted off toward the elders, Thornkit and Brightkit on her tail.
"Wait for me!" Brakenkit yelped, then scuttered after them.
"They're a pawful! I hope the elders can handle them." She twitched her whiskers with amusement.
"They'll be fine. I trust the elders can look after them." She assured her. "Come on, Let's go into the forest." She waved her tail as a signal, and Brindleface followed her out of camp.
They padded up the ravine and out into the forest, The dark green trees all around them and brambles dotted the clearing. Birdsong and prey scent filled the air, as they padded together side by side, pelts brushing, on the forest floor. It was just past Sunhigh when she woke up, and the sun was straight above them as they sat in the clearing.
"So, you thinking of him?" Frostfur asked her.
Brindleface jumped in surprise, her pelt felt hot. "What... uhhh... Who are you talking about?"
Frostfur twitched her whiskers. "I was gonna say Redtail, but clearly you have another tom on your mind. Who is he?"
Brindleface sighed. "Whitestorm. Whenever he talks to me, I feel like my pelt is on fire. His yellow gaze is so much like Redtail's, I almost feel like I'm looking into his eyes. And the muscles rippling under his white, thick pelt with that handsome face..."
Frostfur lightly slapped her tail over her sister's maw. "Whoa now, he's more than on your mind. He's all you can think about!" She let out a mrrow of amusement. "If he's on your mind this much, you should let him know. Why else would he try and comfort you? Longtail, Darkstripe, and Tigerclaw don't care. Whitestorm appears to care as he tried to comfort you."
"It's not just that Frostfur... I want his kits!" Frostfur tensed, then relaxed as she let out a sigh of relief.
"That explains how moony you are. Let him know tonight, Brindleface. You're still a virgin, aren't you?" She nodded. "This'll be your first mating experience then, and with one of the most loyal toms you could get. I'm so happy for you." Frostfur purred with affection, butting her head against Brindleface's flank.
"But what if he says he doesn't want to be my mate, Frostfur?" Brindleface fretted. "What if he doesn't want me? What if he doesn't-"
she slapped her tail over her sister's maw again. "Stop worrying, it'll be fine. I'm sure you have nothing to worry about."
"You really think so, Frostfur?" Brindleface mewed.
"Of course. He seems to like you, Brindleface. Just let him know how you really feel about him." She assured her.
She let out a long breath of relief. "Thank you Frostfur, I'll let him know tonight. By tomorrow, I should be pregnant with his kits."
"So soon too? I always knew you had determination. You'll be a great mother, you know."Frostfur told her.
"Thank you, I just hope I'm as good as you." Brindleface teased her.
"I'm not even half as good as Robinwing was to us!" Frostfur's pelt was hot with embarrassment.
"You're just a good as Robinwing, trust me. Those kits have an excellent mother." She promised.
"I'm surprised StarClan blessed me with four of them! I don't know how to handle them myself sometimes..." Frostfur admitted." It'll be a relief when they have mentors, but it won't be the same. "
"Kits are a wonderful part of life. I just hope my litter ends up okay." Brindleface muttered.
"All she-cats eventually wonder this, Brindleface. I don't even want to imagine how I'd feel if my kits got hurt!" She yelped.
"Thank you for having this talk with me, Frostfur. I'm not even sure I would've talked to Whitestorm today if it hadn't been for this." Brindleface mewed.
Frostfur moved close and whispered in her ear. "Heat makes a she-cat do crazy things. At least your heat is directed at a tom you really like, unlike Lionheart. He loves his kits, but he never comes to see them." Before Brindleface could fret again, Frostfur continued. "Whitestorm will love your kits as long as you love them with all your heart. Don't worry, it'll be fine." She rasped a lick over her sister's ear. Brindleface let go of her tension.
"I know... I just feel like something is gonna go wrong. I don't even know what to do." She admitted.
"I could teach you a few things, but with the toms being so pent up, I'm not even comfortable this far away from camp." She muttered.
"Would you, please? I want a little knowledge on what we both could do." Brindleface begged her.
"Sure Brindleface, but we're gonna have to go further from camp. I don't trust the toms right now." She growled. Then they headed deeper into the forest.
The sun was setting when Brindleface and Frostfur got back. "Thank you for everything you taught me, Frostfur." She spent the entire day with her sister, learning everything about her body and even how to pleasure a tom. She even got to practice it on Lionheart, who soon mounted Frostfur after she was done.
"You'll be fine, Whitestorm is over there, eating with his apprentice, Sandpaw. Go talk to him." With a cautious nod, Brindleface walked over to Whitestorm.
"Hello Brindleface. What can I do for you?" He mewed calmly, greeting her with a flick of his tail.
"I was wondering, do you want to go on a walk with me in the forest? Just you and me?" She asked him shyly, scuffing the ground with a paw. Sandpaw was staring at them, whiskers twitching with amusement.
He turned his glare at Sandpaw. "Go eat with the other apprentices. Im going out with Brindleface, tonight." He ordered, feeling awkward. Sandpaw let out a mrrow of amusement, then gave a knowing nod, padding off toward Dustpaw. Whitestorm sat up and arched his back. "So where'd you want to go?"
"Lets go to Fourtrees." She replied. Whitestorm gave her a nod, and they padded off together, pelts brushing. Brindleface couldn't ignore the amused gazes and mrrows around her, making her pelt hot. She was relieved when they padded through the gorse thicket, away from their clanmates' amusement. "Thank StarClan! I don't like it when our clanmates gossip about us." Brindleface sighed.
"Me neither. You said Fourtrees, then?" Whitestorm asked her, and she nodded. "Let's go, I'll walk next to you every step of the way." He promised. They walked into the direction of Fourtrees, pelts brushing. Brindleface wanted to twine her tail with his, but it wasn't the right time yet.
The moon was shining a bright, nearly full shape above them, turning Whitestorm's pelt silver and Brindleface's pale grey pelt slightly lighter. They reached Fourtrees, Whitestorm padding next to her, matching each step with hers, as he promised. Here it goes... "Whitestorm... I have something to say." She admitted.
"What's going on, Brindleface? You're not hurt, are you?" He worried, and Brindleface felt a shiver of happiness in her spine that he was worrying for her. He really does care!
"Today, I woke up from a dream where I had four kits with a tom. I thought it was Redtail, until I saw him looking down at me. There was another tom nearby, and now I realize...
"That tom was me."He finished for her." I had the same dream, Brindleface. A queen was in the nursery, with four kits suckling her. I couldn't tell who it was, and now I know that queen was you." Brindleface was staring at him, eyes wide in realization.
"Even StarClan have blessed we be together. I never realized what kind of tom you were until today. I love you, Whitestorm." She purred.
"I love you too, Brindleface. You're a great she-cat." He purred back, laying his tail over her back.
"Whitestorm... I hope I'm not asking too much, but... Could we... Possibly... Uhhhh." She stuttered.
Whitestorm guessed what she meant by a twitch of his tail."You want to have kits with me already?" He opened his eyes wide, holding her gaze, and twitched his whiskers, then gave her a serious glare as she nodded shyly. "Are you sure, Brindleface?"
"More than anything, Whitestorm. I can't stop thinking about you. I always thought I'd have kits with Redtail, but ever since today... I need you." She twined her tail with his. "I need your kits, we'll have wonderful kits, Whitestorm. I just know it." She pressed her head to his chest, and purred in delight. "Won't you mate with me?" She asked him sweetly.
Whitestorm was purring when she finished. "How could I refuse? What kind of tom would I be to refuse a she-cat in Heat?" She tensed when he mentioned her Heat, but relaxed as Whitestorm rasped a lick over her ear. "I'll mate with you, Brindleface."
"Thank... Thank you, Whitestorm. You've made me such a happy she-cat." She was purring so deeply she could hardly speak.
"First thing's first, let's make sure we both enjoy this." He started licking her neck fur gently, and Brindleface let out soft moans of pleasure. He's so gentle. As he started to lick lower, Brindleface laid down on the forest floor, exposing her teets, but still covering her core with her tail. "How is it, Brindleface?" He asked her before continuing.
"It's lovely, Whitestorm. Please keep going." She assured him, and Whitestorm took one of her teets in his maw, while his paws were massaging her flank. His licked around the tip, and Brindleface squirmed with pleasure. "Ohhh, that feels good." He swirled his tongue around each teet, still massaging her flank, going lower each time, until his muzzle was near her core. He lightly nipped her tail, and Brindleface moved it out of the way, giving whoever was staring at her core a clear view inside. Whitestorm stared at it with wide, surprised eyes. "Am I beautiful, Whitestorm?" She worried.
Whitestorm sighed with an emotion she couldn't recognize. Affection maybe? He's not upset with it or disappointed..."You're wonderful, Brindleface. You have nothing to fear." He licked around her core, and Brindleface tensed from the stimulation. She let out a gasp that formed into a low moan, and Whitestorm took this as a sign to give her more. He went deeper into her core, teasing her clit.
"OHHH!" She bucked back against his muzzle hard. "Whitestorm... ughhhhhhhh... Don't stop." She moaned from the intense pleasure. Whitestorm purred with satisfaction, knowing he did something right, and went deeper into her core, almost licking her G-spot. "OH STARCLAN WHITESTORM!" She bucked back on his muzzle, hard. Whitestorm was surprised with the reaction, and his muzzle only went deeper inside her, tapping her G-spot. "AHHHH!" She screamed, tensing as her walls contracted around him, and came on his muzzle, coating it in her clear fluid.
Whitestorm pulled his muzzle out, licking off her fluids. "I'm guessing you enjoyed that?" He teased her. "Wow, so sweet."
"More than anything I ever have..." She breathed. "How about I return the favor for you?" Brindleface suggested.
"Sure, what do you want me to do?" He asked.
"Lie on your back, and don't hide your member. I'll do the rest." She instructed him. Whitestorm obeyed, lying on his back. "Let's see how this works." She muttered, then moved closer to him, until her face was a mouse-length away from his barbed member. She stared at it for a few more moments.
"You alright, Brindleface?" He fretted.
"Fine, just taking in the sight of it... That's supposed to go inside me?" She asked innocently.
Whitestorm's whisker's twitched. "You'll be fine. You can do this, I know you can." He assured her. Brindleface hesitated for a few moments more, then moved her muzzle close to his member, and gave an experimental lick to his tip. Whitestorm twitched his tail as he gasped. Brindle gave it another lick from the base to the top. Whitestorm shuddered.
"Here it goes, Whitestorm." She put her maw over the tip, and swirled her tongue around it. Brindleface laid down closer to him, using her forepaws to massage his cum-filled balls. She also used her tail to brush against his flank, while Whitestorm threw his head back in a moan.
"Wow Brindleface... This is amazing... Don't stop." He moved his head back and forth, alternating between watching her pleasure him and throwing his head back to moan from the pleasure. "Go faster... You're a natural... Ohhhhh." Brindleface purred with satisfaction, and her purring stimulated his member even more. She started to deep-throat it, ignoring the barbs around her maw and throat, and listening for Whitestorm's moans of pleasure, which were getting louder. She started massaging his balls faster and moved her tail to coil around his base, jacking him off while she deep-throated him. "Brindleface, I can't... Great StarClan I can't last much longer." At hearing this, she sped everything up as fast as she could possibly could do, still massaging his balls quickly, but gently, deep-throating his member all the wall to the base while she jacked him off. "Oh StarClan... Here it comes, Brindleface!" He yowled, letting out a loud moan. She felt his balls tense as he released deep into her throat. It went straight down and they held the position until he finished pumping his load into her. When he finished, Brindleface cleaned off his tip, tasting him, then pulled off. "Well done! That was amazing, Brindleface, you're a natural." He praised her, butting his head against her flank.
Her pelt was hot. "Th-Thank you, Whitestorm. It was nothing..." Brindleface scuffed her paws over the ground.
"Nothing being the best experience I ever had. Are you ready for the real thing?" He asked her.
Brindleface gave a confident nod. "I'm ready to bear your kits. Make me your queen, Whitestorm." she begged.
"As you wish... Get into a a crouch." He instructed her. Brindleface got into a crouch, and dug her claws into the ground. Whitestorm mounted her, placing his forepaws on her shoulders, digging in his claws slightly for better grip into her shoulders, He positioned his member at her entrance. "Are you sure you want this, Brindleface? It's not to late to back out." He doubted she'd back out now, especially since he noticed her core was dripping wet.
"Take me, Whitestorm. I want you to do this, but please be gentle, this is my first time." She confirmed.
"I always do, Brindleface. I'm always gentle." He pushed into her slowly, letting her enjoy it and get used to it. She gasped from the feeling of being filled, yet thinking it felt... Natural. Her walls were lubricated with her fluids, allowing his member to slide through without the barbs causing much pain. He stopped pushing in as he tapped her hymen. "Are you ready for a new life? This will start painful, but will grow to be one of the best experiences you've ever had." He assured her.
Brindleface suddenly accepted her fate, and embraced the pleasure as it took a hold of her. "Whitestorm... I want you to mate me... Make me yours... Take me to StarClan and back, and enjoy this experience with me." She twined her tail with his. "Let's have kits together, and make ThunderClan proud of new life."
"They will be proud of us, Brindleface. There's no going back now." He pressed against her hymen, harder every second until it tore. Brindleface threw her head up in a wail of pain. "It's okay, Brindleface, it only hurts the first time." Whitestorm soothed her. He brushed his tail against her cheek, and rasped a lick over her ears, until she relaxed. Then Whitestorm pushed into her all the way, and stopped when he was fully embedded inside her core. "Let me know when you think I should continue. You're in control, and very tight." He chuckled. With a brisk nod, Brindleface waited until the pain subsided. He makes me feel... Complete. I don't feel empty anymore, and I want him to stay inside me... Oh, I love you so much Whitestorm.
"Go ahead, Whitestorm. I'm ready." Whitestorm gave a curt nod, and pulled out until his tip was sitting at her entrance, then thrust back in slowly. Both enjoyed the feeling, Whitestorm letting out a low moan as drove himself in her, and Brindleface pawed the air and tensed as she was being filled , letting out a quiet moan. This continued, until Whitestorm built up a steady rhythm. "Go faster, Whitestorm. Yeah..." She moaned as Whitestorm increased his speed.
"I love you, Brindleface. Your core is so tight and takes my member so well. We're gonna have the best kits this clan has ever seen." He moaned, thrusting faster and harder in her.
"Whitestorm, your member fills me so well, I don't want to ever let it go! Please cum inside me and let's have the best kits!" She moaned in response, bucking back whenever he thrust his member back into her. Whitestorm showed his agreement by thrusting even faster, and then he found her G-spot. "OH GREAT STARCLAN! DO THAT AGAIN!" She yowled, squeezing his member so hard from his touch on her G-spot, Whitestorm yelped.
"Woa... That was tight." He breathed. "As you wish, my sweet." He rammed her G-spot multiple times, and both yowled with pleasure. Whitestorm could feel his climax coming, and Brindleface felt hers too. Whitestorm suddenly went wild as he thrust faster than he thought possible, smacking her womb wall each thrust. Brindleface screamed with pleasure, and she knew she wasn't far off from her climax.
"Whitestorm!" She yowled as her walls tightened. "I'm gonna cum!"
"Hold it back a little longer, Brindleface. Let's do it together!" He suggested.
"Ahhhhh... I can't... Hold it..." She struggled to hold it back. The pleasure was so built up, she was about to pass out." OH GREAT STARCLAN, I CAN'T HOLD IT!" She screamed.
"I'M CUMMING BRINDLEFACE!" He howled to the stars as he released deep inside of her, Brindleface came at the same time, sharing his howl as they both screeched. She tightened her walls around his member so tight, Whitestorm's moan came out slightly high-pitched. When Whitestorm finished shooting his load into her, they both collapsed on the floor, Whitestorm was still deeply embedded in her.
"That... Was... Fantastic..." Brindleface breathed, still exhausted by the mating. She pressed her head against Whitestorm's chest. "Im so happy I have such a great, loyal mate who will father these kits. I couldn't do this without you." She admitted.
Whitestorm nuzzled her cheek. "I'm here if you need me. We will make sure these kits have excellent lives." He promised.
"Thank you, Whitestorm. I really shouldn't say this, but I think I like you more than Redtail." Brindleface confessed, moving closer to him. "You're so much more gentle, and caring... Redtail liked me for my looks... You actually care about me, and how I feel. Thank you..."
"I've looked for a mate ever since I became a warrior, Brindleface. All the she-cats really liked me, including you... But none were interested, until now. I thought I was just going to live my life without someone to love..." He mewed, drooping his tail.
"I'll be your mate, Whitestorm." She moved so her belly was pressing on his back, and her tail brushed his flank with soothing strokes. "you have nothing to fear. I will be with you and our kits until it is time to join StarClan."
Whitestorm purred with relief. "And I'll be there for you, every step of the way." They both fell asleep underneath Fourtrees, curled together. Brindleface dreamed the same dream she had the night before, four kits snuggled into her belly, but she could recognize the tom next to her this time. Whitestorm looked down at her with affection, and above Redtail was gazing down on her, with happiness. "I'll raise them well, Redtail!"Whitestorm had his similar dream, and he recognized the queen who had his kits as Brindleface.
Both the cats woke next to each other, pre-dawn light filtering through the trees, and a slight breeze coming from the moors. "Good Morning, Whitestorm. We should be getting back to camp." She purred, nuzzling his flank.
"Indeed we should, my queen. This has been a wonderful night. I won't soon forget it, and I'll love our kits as fiercely as a father would." He promised. Whitestorm still had his member deeply inside of her. "I have to pull out still, you know." He teased.
"I feel so complete with you in me... just make it quick." Whitestorm pulled out quickly, and Brindleface gasped, then sighed with discomfort. "We'll be doing this again. I can promise you that." Brindleface stood up and arched her back, then gave herself a quick grooming. Whitestorm joined in, and they shared tongues until Dawn. "Let's get back. Our clanmates need us." Brindleface nodded, and they matched each other, pawstep for pawstep, pelts brushing and tails entwined, and the walked back towards camp.
As they entered camp, it was busy and buzzing with activity. The warriors were waking up and getting their apprentices while other warriors went to Lionheart for directions on whether to do a border patrol or hunting patrol. "There you two are! Have a fun night?" Frostfur teased her sister as she padded up.
Brindleface's pelt was hot with embarrassment, then Whitestorm placed his tail on her back, and she relaxed. "Only the best, Frostfur. I'll be moving into the nursery soon."
"I'll leave you two to it." He smirked, twitching his whiskers with a knowing look.
When he was out of earshot, Brindleface opened her mouth to say something, only to be covered by Frostfur's tail. "Not here, you'll turn on all the toms!" She let out a mrrow of laughter, and Brindleface purred in response. "Let's go into the forest again, and you can tell me all about it." She giggled. "My kits are seeing the elders again. They really like their stories. They begged me to let them see them again." She laughed, then signaled with her tail. The two she-cats padded out of camp, not missing the amused glares of her clanmates. "You were gone all night with him. The clan isn't mousebrains, we all knew. I told Bluestar myself, and she was pleased her son sister's son finally found a mate."
"You didn't have to tell Bluestar!" She mewed indignantly, shrinking into her pelt.
"She wondered where her sister's son went off to, and she's practically a mother to him because of Snowfur dying when Whitestorm was just a kit."
Brindleface sighed. "I just wish the clan wouldn't make such a big deal out of us, we just did what was natural."
"You gossiped when I ended up expecting with Lionheart." She retorted. Brindleface flicked her tail in response and they headed further into the forest.
2 moons later, The ThunderClan Nursery
"Congratulations Brindleface and Whitestorm, you have four kits! Three toms and she-kit!" Spottedleaf announced.
"What should we call them, Whitestorm?" Brindleface asked her mate.
"I have names for two of them, but I can't think of any for those two. This pale gray one could be called Ashkit, and their sister could be called Fernkit." He suggested.
"I like them, they fit well with their pelts. Maybe we should wait until those two have their eyes open." Brindleface muttered.
"We will, but we might as well call these two Ashkit and Fernkit from now on, even if the other two toms don't have names." Whitestorm agreed.
"The clan wants to see them, but I don't feel comfortable doing that yet." Brindleface fretted.
"I'll tell the clan you want to rest, they'll understand." He promised.
"Thank you Whitestorm, and could you keep Yellowfang away from me? I don't trust her..." She growled.
Whitestorm gave her a hard look, the flicked his tail. "I'll make sure she doesn't come close, but I'm sure Yellowfang wouldn't hurt kits. She was a medicine cat for StarClan's sake."
"I just can't get over how she hissed at Frostfur's." She muttered. "I just don't trust her."
"You'll be fine, get some rest, and I'll let the clan know they can see ours tomorrow." He assured her, nuzzling Brindleface's cheek. Then padded out towards the leader's den. Oh my kits, you'll be safe. I won't let Yellowfang lay a hair on you. She wrapped her tail around her suckling kits, drawing them closer with mild protest. You'll be safe here. I just know you will...
So... let me know what you thought of my first request written. Write me a review either telling me what you thought, or write one detailing what you'd like me see. No OCs yet. I hope you enjoyed and thanks for the view.
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