A/N

Sooooo, here it is! Also, Shyleaf, I need to know what Huntkit's warrior name will be

Brindleleaf stared at the silver-and-white tabby she kit, feeling a name form in her head. "Sedgekit!" Brindleleaf whisper yelled, stroking the kit with her gold-brown tail. Lilypelt gave an approving nod, then she named the two toms, the blue-grey-silver with brown splotches was Mudkit, and the dark brown tom with grey paws was called Falconkit. Lilypelt then moved to the silver she kit with the black tail, but Brindleleaf stopped her. "That's Stormkit."

The two queens nodded, satisfied with the names, and left Streamfur to rest. Pebblekit was fast asleep next to Dustkit and Deerkit, while Barkflower lay awake. "I was waiting here, how's Streamfur?" The brown she cat asked with a yawn.

"Not well, Blueberry's really upset. So is Eaglepelt." Lilypelt answered, picking her son up by the scruff and bringing him closer to her. Brindleleaf agreed with Lilypelt, "yeah, I hope she makes it through this. She's a small she cat, even though she's older than me." Brindleleaf hung her head, and snuggled in between Barkflower and Lilypelt.

…

"Let all cats old enough the catch their own prey, gather beneath the HighHill for a clan meeting!" Sunstar's voice rang loud and clear on the crisp dawn breeze, stirring the cats awake. Brindleleaf heaved herself up; she had an idea of what it was. Pebblekit was neatly groomed, sitting with his tail wrapped over his paws as always, his blue eyes glinting with anticipation.

Dustkit and Deerkit crouded around their denmate excitedly. "I can't wait it to be an apprentice in three moons! I wanna be one now!" Dustkit growled, swatting his sister's ear. Deerkit huffed, "be patient, Dustkit! Anxiousness won't get you anywhere."

"Pebblekit, would you come up here?" Sunstar boomed, as Pebblekit shyly climbed to met his leader. "Pebblekit, you have reached the age of six moons and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day on, until you're given your warrior name, you will be known as Pebblepaw. Your mentor will be Fernbreeze." Brindleleaf swore she heard a growl of satisfaction from the brown and grey tabby as she met eyes with Sunstar.

"Fernbreeze, you are ready to take on your first apprentice. You received excellent training from Marshystripe, and you've shown yourself to be loyal and determined. You will mentor Pebblepaw, and I hope you pass down all you know to him." Sunstar bellowed, as Fernbreeze met noses with her new apprentice. "I'll make you great." Fernbreeze promised, and Pebblepaw blinked in joy.

Lilypelt looked worried with Sunstar's choice of a mentor. "Fernbreeze is a good hunter, and an even better fighter, but her attitude is harsh. That's the very reason she never had an apprentice, or chosen to be deputy. If she had an apprentice, her being deputy wouldn't be pleasant." Stonefoot gave his mate a loving lick on the cheek.

"Pebblepaw needs a capable mentor. I cannot train him, and Ryeclaw is too young." Stonefoot explained, but Lilypelt still looked worried. "Why not Marshystripe, or Mosspetal?" Stonefoot shook his head. "Marshystripe is worse than Fernbreeze, he made her what she is. And we all know that Mosspetal is too stubborn to admit she's expecting kits. I've seen the sign in you." Stonefoot rationed, meeting Lilypelt's eyes firmly.

The white and silver she cat sighed in defeat. "You're right. I just hope Fernbreeze isn't the wrong choice."

(Meanwhile, back in RiverClan)

"Mama, mama, come and play!" Jaykit squeaked, poking Puddlewhisker with his paw. Puddlewhisker bit down on a moss-ball and threw it. "Jaykit, look! There goes your fish!"

Jaykit squealed and chased it, scooping it in the air and pouncing on it. "I got it, I got it!" Jaykit mewed, racing over to his mother.

Splashkit blinked her eyes open. "Mama, when's Ripplekit coming back to the nursery?" Squeaked the black she kit, tilting her head the side. Puddlewhisker looked awkward. "Splashkit, why don't you go and play with Jaykit? He looks lonely out there." Puddlewhisker suggested, and Splashkit scampered off to meet the black tom kit, swatting at his one grey ear.

Casting a glance at the two kits, Hawkpool padded over to the queen. "Puddlewhisker, where is Ripplekit? Is she-" Hawkpool stopped as Puddlewhisker nodded. "A fox got her before you joined us. Jaykit and Splashkit keep asking when she's coming back, but I, I just don't know how to break it to them." Puddlewhisker gazed at her two kits fondly as they tussled in the reeds, chasing each other.

"Flowerpelt just moved to the nursery, little bit before you came. She won't say who the father is, but I think it's Beechtail or Shellwhisker. Beechtail's been acting funny since she moved, and he won't shut his trap about kits and parenting. Just like Spidertail," Puddlewhisker purred, eyes following the tortoiseshell she cat, who was talking with a blue grey mottled tom.

Tortoiseshell she cat. Blue grey mottled tom…?!

"What?!" Hawkpool stared at Flowerpelt and Shellwhisker in disbelief. These are the two cats who were talking trash to Thornsnag! "Although, the father could be Shellwhisker. Ever since he and Cloudypool had a fight because she didn't want anymore kits, he's been hanging around Flowerpelt. I guess we'll have to wait and see when the kits are born." Puddlewhisker didn't seem to notice the stunned look on Hawkpool's face.

A sudden shriek of horror came from the medicine den. Hawkpool, Thornsnag, and Beechtail instinctively ran to it, seeing Honeysnow, her golden muzzle buried in Alderleaf's side. "H-h-he's g-gone, he's d-dead," Honeysnow choked out the words like prey-bones.

Beechtail padded over to the medicine cat, stroking her back with his tail. "He lived a long life, Honeysnow. StarClan will welcome him in their ranks gladly." The pale ginger tom soothed. Honeysnow nodded.

"I'll get the elders' to prepare his burial," Beechtail began to leave, but Honeysnow hissed desperately. "Not while he's still warm. It doesn't feel right." The flecked she cat pleaded. Beechtail dipped his head.

"Very well. However, I will go and tell Oakstar." Beechtail departed to Oakstar's den, while Whitefog came in. "Alderleaf was a brilliant medicine cat; he did serve under three leaders." The white elder croaked. "He was an apprentice and a full medicine cat for Moss-star, then he served for Hollowstar, and took Honeysnow as his apprentice, and now he's served Oakstar. He's filled more than what StarClan intended, and I'm sure he's happily looking down on you now, Honeysnow." Whitefog rasped.

"Don't forget, Honeysnow; tonight's the half-moon." Whitefog reminded, then padded outside the den as Oakstar called a meeting.

Alderleaf's body lay in the clearing, all of the cats paying their respects. "Alderleaf was a great medicine cat, and a close friend to some of us. He served three leader loyally and he stuck to the code like a burr. The elders' will bury him, and send off to StarClan tonight. I will now share tongue with him for the last time." Oakstar leaped off the GreatLedge and meowed hushed words to Alderleaf.

Sandfern bowed her head to the former medicine cat. "Thank you for bringing my four kits into the clan."

Pebbletail copied Sandfern, bowing his head. "Thank you for saving my little sister."

Spidertail and Puddlewhisker were next. "Thank you for helping Splashkit survive."

…

Honeysnow was grooming her former mentor, still speaking to him.

"You trained me very well, but I don't know how to get on without you. I feel horrible that I couldn't find any cure to your illness. I hope you can forgive me…" Honeysnow stood up. Yellowlily, a tannish elder who retired early to failed hearing, murmured soft words to Honeysnow.

"I know, Yellowlily, he did care for us. Even though it wasn't his job." Honeysnow said to her sister, looking up at the blackening sky.

"I should go now. I don't want the other medicine cats waiting on me." Honeysnow muttered, pushing her way through the reed and cattail barrier.

…

"Finally! You took forever, Honeysnow!" Mintflower exclaimed, her fur bristled out. "Just because Leaf-bare's ending doesn't mean it's not cold- hey. Where's Alderleaf?" Mintflower looked at Honeysnow sadly. "He died, just this dawn. I hope I see him tonight." Honeysnow sighed, gazing up at the starry sky. Thymetail looked as nervous and jittery as ever, and Blueberry had brought her new apprentice, Mintpaw, a grey and white she cat.

Honeysnow lapped at the chilly pool, then felt darkness descending on her.

…

"Forestpaw! Alderleaf!" Honeysnow called, her voice echoing, instead, she was met by a different cat. A pretty grey she kit with black paws approached Honeysnow. "Honeysnow, don't tell me you've forgotten what Forestpaw told you." Ripplekit sighed.

Honeysnow shook her head. "How could I forget. I swam in blood! Dead cats in heaps and piles, Ripplekit, there's a battle coming, isn't there? With ShadowClan?" Honeysnow groaned, her mind racing with all the herbs she'll need. Ripplekit bowed her head. "Yes, but not just with ShadowClan. With the very prowlers of the night itself." Ripplekit's voice echoed, and Honeysnow's vision spun around and around, until the scene changed, with blood staining the ground, and tall black shadows in the shape of cats striking down all the clans.

Honeysnow blinked open her eyes, her ears pricked. Mintflower looked like she was just as frightened, along with Blueberry, but Thymetail looked like everything was fine, minus her normal shakiness.

"We should go now," Mintflower meowed, her voice level, but her eyes were wide and alert. Honeysnow barged her way into camp, as Wrenshadow shyly approached the medicine cat.

"Do you have anything for cramps? I made a complete fool of myself earlier while training with Shadepaw." The silver tabby explained, wincing as she stretched her back. Honeyfern gave a tired sigh.

"Follow me."

Wrenshadow sat gingerly down on one of the reed nests, as Honeysnow felt around Wrenshadow's back for the pain. The tabby hissed as Honeyfern poked too hard near Wrenshadow's stomach. Honeyfern stood up. "The only herbs you'll be needing are fennel and daisy." Honeysnow said matter-o-factly.

Wrenshadow looked at Honeysnow with slight surprise.

"B-but those are mostly used for-" Honeysnow cut Wrenshadow off with a chuckle. "Yep, expecting queens. Looks like New-leaf gave you a surprise."

(Meanwhile, with Pumice and Lion…)

"Pumice, I think there are cats following us." Lion whispered, his heart thumping nervously as he heard voices and pawsteps near him. Pumice lifted her nose up and swiveled her ears, then she gasped, picking Lion up by the scruff. "We're leaving, Lion! Pray they don't-" Pumice stopped dead in her tracks when three cats blocked their path, and three from behind.

A dark golden tom 'tsk-ed' at Pumice. "Dear, oh, dear. Just where do you think you're going with our son?" The golden tom growled. Pumice placed Lion on the ground. "Somewhere safer than the NightWalkers, safer from you, Ropeburn!" Pumice glared at her former mate.

A brown tom with white streaks known as Rocket blocked Pumice's path. "You're not goin' anywhere, sugar." Rocket slurred. I thought Hornet banned you from the catnip… Looks like it's Ropeburn and his catnip-addicted pals…

Pumice bent down to whisper to Lion, "look, Lion. Honey, look at me." Lion opened his eyes and blinked at his mother. "I want you to run as fast you can, okay? Go and find the clans, and be safe. Okay, dearie?" Pumice fought to keep her voice straight Lion felt hold and cold tears stream down his cheeks, making no noise as they hit the grass. "Y-y-yes, mama!" Lion stammered, dashing off to the left and not looking back, not even once.

A creamy white tom snarled and leaped on Pumice, but the former NightWalker didn't fight back. Lion is safe, and that's all that matters…

Running, running, running! But for how long? For all I know, I went the wrong direction! Lion worried, when he felt something snag under his paw, and his face met the hard ground.

"What's this?" A soft voice chided. "A kit? Scarface, look!"

Pawsteps were heard.

"You're right, Shypaw! C'mon, let's get him back to camp. Good ears by the way." Meowed the tom, as Lion felt strong jaws pick him up.

…

"Hello!" A she kit's voice rang loudly in Lion's ears, more loudly than he was used to. Lion winced and he peeked open an eye, looking straight at a beautiful tortoiseshell she cat with a white chest and paws. "Ooh! Nightbreeze! Moonkit! Huntkit! He's awake!" The tortoiseshell squealed, bouncing around.

Gee, she's sure cute! Lion gushed.

"What's your name? I'm Heatherkit! That's my sister, Moonkit! And my adopted brother, Huntkit!" Heatherkit cried, staring at Lion with her heather blue eyes and pointing to a stocky white tom with huge amber eyes and a black she cat with a white chest and paws and a sort of half-moon mark on her muzzle.

"I-I'm Lion. Where's this?" Lion asked, feeling a little at home with the milk scent and the dim light. Heatherkit scoffed. "Don't you know? This is ThunderClan!" Heatherkit scampered over to the end of the wide tunnel-like den and poked her head, letting in the bright light of dawn.

Lion squinted his eyes. So bright! Is this the sun? Lion wondered, opening his eyes a little bit. Heatherkit peered at him. "Wanna play moss-ball?" Heatherkit threw a clump of moss at the golden tom kit. Moss-ball… Lion nodded enthusiastically. "I've never played. How do I-" Lion stopped as he saw a dusky brown tom leap onto a tall, flat rock.

"Let all cats old enough the catch their own prey gather beneath the TallRock!"

Heatherkit sat beside Lion. "That's Smokestar! He's the leader. He's got nine lives, isn't that great?" Heatherkit mewed, her voice a high squeal.

Lion nodded slowly. Nine lives… I thought that was just an elders' tale! Lion was surprised when Smokestar called him up, and the golden kit scrambled on the TallRock.

"Scarface tells me you were found last night, without a mother. Is this true?" Smokestar questioned. Lion gulped, and nodded rapidly.

"My mother is probably dead. She told me the clans were safe." Lion explained. "I came here to fulfill her wish, and join." Lion heard Smokestar sigh, but nod. "Very well. How old are you?"

Lion thought for a moment. When Fallow died I was a quarter-moon, so that makes me… "One moon, Smokestar." Lion replied confidently. The dusky brown tom looked surprised, but he bowed his head. "Good. From this moment forward, you will be known as Lionkit. You may join Snowwing's litter, they're nearly a moon now." Smokestar padded back in his den, Cloudclaw at his tail.

A fluffy white she cat who looked a lot like Cloudclaw walked up to Lionkit. "Hello. I'm Snowwing, and these are my kits, Mousekit, and Blizzardkit." Snowwing motioned to a light brown she kit with darker stripes and white paws, and a pale grey tom with white flecks.

Mousekit yawned, but Blizzardkit let out a playful growl. "Let's go play moss-ball with Heatherkit and Eaglekit!" The tom kit growled, dashing off quickly. Snowwing let out a laugh as Lionkit followed his new brother, talking to Heatherkit, who then proceeded to drag a dark brown tom with white and black splotches from the nursery.

"C'mon, Eaglekit! Since you're all better, it's littermates vs littermates!" Heatherkit gave a battle cry as she swung the moss-ball in the air, passing to Eaglekit, but intercepted by Lionkit. Look, Pumice! I'm in the clans!

(Back at RiverClan)

Rowanstorm, revealed to be the father of Wrenshadow's kits, wouldn't leave the new queen alone. "Need water? How about food? More fennel?" He pestered. Wrenshadow growled.

"Seriously? If you're going to bother me like this, I'll tell the clan they're Weaselclaw's and name them all Squirrelkit!" Wrenshadow exclaimed, stopping the dark brown tabby's chatter.

"You wouldn't dare." Rowanstorm teased, raising an eyebrow. Wrenshadow snorted. "Watch me. Oh, Weasel-" The rest was muffled through a clump of reeds. "Shhh! Ok, ok, just please don't name them Squirrelkit! I hate squirrels!" Rowanstorm growled, his amber eyes huge. Wrenshadow purred, flicking his ear with her tail.

"Don't you worry. I won't." Wrenshadow meowed. "Come here, listen." The silver tabby meowed wistfully. Rowanstorm leaned down to Wrenshadow's belly. "What am I-" Wrenshadow stopped him. "Shh! Listen!" Rowanstorm closed his eyes, and faintly, very faintly, he could hear around four heartbeats, one being the loudest. "One's mine, of course. But listen to the faint ones. Those are the kits'." Wrenshadow whispered.

Rowanstorm breathed in silently, and he concentrated. Ba dum. Ba dum. Ba dum. Ba dum… Rownstorm looked up at Wrenshadow, his amber eyes meeting her light brown ones. Our kits…

A/N

AWWWWWW! :3 How cuuuuute! Don't forget, still need the names for Brindleleaf's kits. 1. dark brown tabby she kit with pale blue eyes 2. dark golden tom with dark brown spots and stripes with pale green eyes 3. dark brownish golden tom with dark green eyes

THEY STILL NEED NAMES…