Two & 1/2 Moons Later(Third POV)
"You'll be okay Spidermoon." Brownpelt purred to his mate in pain giving birth. "Just push as your brother tells you."
"I didn't think I'd have to help my own sister have kits." Rowanpelt chuckled. "But I'm glad to help."
Songpool gently lead Spottedkit out of the Nursery to play along with Rainkit, Marshkit, and Jioveheart's litter of orange kits.
When she had them she refused to name them anything beside Jaykit, Lionkit, and Dovekit. And since she had disgraced all the Clans, Stonestar had refused to let her name them such.
Rowanpelt finally helped Spidermoon give birth to a tortoiseshell she-kit and a dark brown tom and lifted them to her belly. She gave a big smile and licked her kits to warm them up.
"They're beautiful!" Brownpelt rejoiced, nuzzling his mate. "I'm so glad you get to be the mother of my kits Spidermoon. Voletooth, Songpool! Our kits are born!"
Voletooth and Songpool entered the Nursery and Voletooth smiled and gave a nod while Songpool starting cooing lovingly at the kits.
Voletooth sighed and looked at the warrior's den to see Flyfur hadn't even budged, he was still depressingly curled up with glassy amber eyes. She decided that even though he had acted lifeless ever since their friend Redblossom died, he should still see the kits.
She was horrified thinking that her brother could kill himself just like Weaselberry did. After all, their mother was gone and Clovertalon moved into the elder's den also struck with grief of his dead mate.
She nuzzled her mate and walked to the warrior's den where Flyfur didn't even notice she was there, or if he did he showed no sign of it.
"Flyfur, Spidermoon has had Brownpelt's kits." Voletooth purred trying to lighten the mood. "Come with me, they're beautiful kits."
Flyfur glanced at her and his eyes darted back to staring at the ground, he had barely talked to them since his mate died for all the Clans. He felt they were only his friends because they were friends with Redblossom.
I do not matter, no one needs me. Redblossom treated me like the world, and now she's never coming back. Ever.
"Redblossom should've been here." Flyfur croaked. "She should be happy as an aunt to her brother's kits, she should still be my mate, she could've had our kits..."
"She's gone, Flyfur." Voletooth sighed. "There's nothing we can do about it, oh...hello."
Flyfur saw that Voletooth turned to one of Jioveheart's kits that was tugging at the grass nearby. Flyfur got up and unsheathed his claws.
"You're the reason that my mate is dead." Flyfur snarled. "I could kill you right now-"
"Flyfur!" Voletooth snapped. The kit's eyes widened and it took off.
Flyfur stopped in his tracks and realized what he was doing, his eyes widened and he sheathed his claws.
"Oh my StarClan I could've killed that kit..." Flyfur gasped. "I don't know what...I don't know if I should go near Spidermoon's kits."
"You only wanted to kill that kit because it was Jioveheart's." Voletooth reassured him. "You won't hurt them, and none of us will let you. It's okay, Flyfur. Come with us."
Flyfur followed his sister into the Nursery and saw Spidermoon look up at Flyfur and smiled.
"I didn't think you were going to show up." Spidermoon confessed. "I had an idea to name the tortoiseshell Blossomkit. Thoughts?"
"That...that's a great idea." Flyfur replied. "And...what about the tom?"
"He will be Oakkit." Brownpelt replied, looking at his kits with love and pride. "They're going to make wonderful warriors I tell you. I'm so happy to be a father to these kits."
Everyone that was seeing the kits were happy, but Flyfur couldn't be. He wanted to be happy for them, but some part of him refused it.
Stonestar entered the Nursery, eager to see his grandkits. His blue eyes were filled with joy and he looked up at his son.
"You've certainly made some good-looking kits, son." Stonestar joked. "What are their names?"
"Blossomkit and Oakkit." Brownpelt replied happily.
"I love those names." Stonestar purred. "Glad there will always be remembrance for the my daughter, the Crimson Heroine."
Right before Redblossom's death
Far away from the camps, in the Tribe of Rushing Water, the Stoneteller was helping one of the kit-mothers give birth.
The kit-mother was a brown she-cat named Hazelnut and her mate a big orange tom named Tiger was beside her the whole time she struggled. After a while, she finally had two kits. One was a gray she-kit, and the other was a red-orange she-kit.
Later as the Stoneteller fell asleep, she saw a group of cats in her dream that she never met before. But what was so unique to her was that they had stars on all of their pelts.
A gray she-cat with green eyes stepped forward and looked her straight in the eye.
"Protect that red kit. They want her back home." The gray she-cat said. "They miss her more than you could possibly know."
"What are you talking about?" Stoneteller hissed.
"I am saying...the Crimson Heroine has returned."
Sequel "Welcome to the Black Parade" will be published very soon within the month. I'll put a notice within the summary when it's published.