First Warriors story that I've posted here! Hooray for me! It's just a random idea I came up with yesterday involving cats being reborn. This was originally going to be about Cinderpelt being reborn as Cinderkit and still having feelings for Firestar but, since I haven't read the most recent books, I decided to just make up my own characters. The rating may become M if I have enough courage to carry out what I have planned in the future. I hope you enjoy this!

Chapter 1: Death and Rebirth of Silverfur

The rain was falling heavily in sheets as the sun vanished below the horizon. The Silverpelt, hidden by dark clouds, could give no warning to ThunderClan as dark shapes prowled toward the unsuspecting camp. Claws unsheathed, the shapes charged and unleashed a loud battle cry.

ThunderClan instantly went into action as the dark shapes struck, taking them by surprise. Kits and apprentices wailed in fear, queens dove into the nursery, and elders fought to reach them in order to protect ThunderClan's very future—their kits. Warriors from both ThunderClan and the invading ShadowClan clashed, spilling blood on the muddy ground.

"Don't give up! Drive them out!" a dark ginger tom yowled.

A black she-cat raced past him, hurling herself upon a white ShadowClan tom. She clawed his belly and bit his forepaw. The tom lashed out with a paw, knocking her off of him. Jumping to his feet, the tom attempting to jump on her but was rammed from the side by a black tom. The white tom slid on the mud, staining his fur brown.

"Nightwing!" the black tom cried. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine, Darktooth. Thank you!" the black she-cat, Nightwing, meowed.

Getting to her paws, Nightwing approached the fallen ShadowClan tom and placed a paw on his throat. He looked up at her, blue eyes wide in fear. Nightwing purred.

"Tell me, Glacialpelt, why are you attacking us?" she meowed. "We have done nothing to your clan for moons. Is this how you repay us?"

"Thunderstar refuses to be soft toward other clans. We can't let ourselves become weak!" the white tom, Glacialpelt, growled.

"So you decided to use us as an example? Bad move!" Darktooth hissed.

"No, Darktooth. Good move!" Glacialpelt yowled.

Before Nightwing could move, a dark ginger tom with a scar along his flank tackled her to the ground. Screeching in rage, Nightwing kicked as his belly with her hind feet. Darktooth tossed him off entirely.

"Jaggedclaw, you mousebrain!" Darktooth hissed.

The dark ginger tom, Jaggedclaw, smirked. "I believe it's you who is the mousebrain, Darktooth."

"You…!"

Before Darktooth could launch himself at Jaggedclaw, a blur of ginger crashed into the ShadowClan warrior. Rosepetal, ThunderClan's deputy, bit into the ginger tom's ear before turning him loose. He and Glacialpelt fled, leaving the battlefield behind them.

"Darktooth! Get to the medicine cat den!" Rosepetal ordered. "Silverfur needs help!"

"I'm on it!" Darktooth meowed.

The black tom bounded toward the medicine cat den, already spotting the dark brown pelt of ShadowClan's deputy. Putting on a burst of speed, he jumped onto the rocks and jumped him from the side. Adderfang yowled and turned, batting at him with a forepaw as rage shone in his single green eye.

Inside the den, two ThunderClan cats were mewing in fear. One of them, a brown tom with green eyes, burst out of the medicine cat den and barreled into Adderfang's chest. Adderfang crashed into the mud below and got up, shaking himself before glaring back up at them.

"Thanks, Mossclaw." Darktooth meowed.

"No problem. Somebody needed to get that mousebrain back for what he did." Mossclaw hissed, claws unsheathing. "Dewstripes is caring for Silverfur. He got her really bad."

The two ThunderClan toms jumped down from the den, ready to confront Adderfang. The trio circled each other, hissing and spewing threats. Then, in the split-second it took for lightning to flash overhead, they clashed.

Mossclaw imbedded his teeth into Adderfang's back, refusing to let go. Darktooth rammed into the deputy's blind side, sending Adderfang sprawling through the mud. Letting go, Mossclaw aimed for the ShadowClan cat's exposed belly. A few quick swipes and Adderfang yowled, ripping away and fleeing.

"Retreat, ShadowClan! Retreat!" Adderfang yowled.

The ShadowClan cats quickly followed their deputy, fleeing from ThunderClan's territory. A few ThunderClan cats, with Rosepetal leading them, pursued until they hit ShadowClan's border. Caterwauling in triumph, Rosepetal led her clanmates back to the camp…only to discover the losses they had now acquired.

Darktooth quickly located his sister and nuzzled her tenderly. Nightwing purred in delight, nuzzling him back. Mentors and apprentices reunited while queens rejoiced at their kits' survival. Others mourned the deaths of family or friends. Everything suddenly came to a stop as their leader jumped atop the High Rock.

Redstar, a dark ginger tom with blue eyes, sighed sadly as he faced his clanmates. "Let those old enough to catch their own prey gather under the High Rock for a clan meeting!" he yowled.

Once every cat had gathered, Redstar cleared his throat. "We have succeeded in driving ShadowClan back, but we did not escape without any deaths. We have lost two warriors, Rockwhisker and Ravenfeather, and an elder, Rowanleaf. But, worst of all, we have lost our beloved medicine cat. Silverfur…is dead."

"No," Mossclaw whispered.

"Adderfang," Darktooth growled. "I'll kill that mousebrain if it's the last thing I do!"

"Revenge should be the last thing on our minds!" Redstar meowed, overhearing Darktooth's vow. "Silverfur would want us to rejoice our victory and tend to our wounded. Though it is far too early, Cloverpaw will take the place of Silverfur as our medicine cat. Silverfur died young, too young, for a cat of her health. She will be greatly missed by us all."

Nightwing looked over at Dewstripes, a light gray tabby she-cat. Padding over, she licked the warrior's shoulder. Dewstripes shivered, looking ready to cry.

"It's not your fault." Nightwing mewed.

"No! If only I had enough cobwebs, I could've saved her!" Dewstripes argued. "But I just stood there and watched her bleed to death! I was so…so…useless!"

"No, you weren't!" Nightwing hissed. "If StarClan had decided it was Silverfur's time, then nothing you did could've saved her. At least she didn't die alone, Dewstripes. You were there to watch over her."

"But…" Dewstripes' throat closed, choking her next words. "I…"

"It's okay, Dewstripes." Nightwing pressed against the younger warrior. "It's okay."

"Tonight did not just hold losses for us, however!" Redstar continued. "StarClan has blessed us with kits tonight. Berrycloud has given birth to five healthy kits. Four are golden tabbies and have been named Goldkit, Sunkit, Brightkit, and Lionkit."

"Goldkit! Sunkit! Brightkit! Lionkit!" the clan chanted.

"As for the fifth, she is a bright silver tabby she-kit. As such, Berrycloud and Grayclaw have decided to name her after our medicine cat, Silverkit." Redstar meowed.

"Silverkit! Silverkit! Silverkit!" the clan chanted.

"Tonight, we shall mourn our dead and tend to our wounded. At sunhigh tomorrow, we shall bury our dead and continue guarding our borders. That is all." Redstar jumped down from the High Rock and, for a split-second, the rain running through his fur resembled tears.

As the clan left to mourn their lost friends and tend to their wounds, a dark gray tabby tom padded toward the nursery and slipped inside. Licking his mate, Berrycloud's ear, he looked down at the five kits nestled at her belly. He smiled at Berrycloud.

"They're beautiful," he meowed.

"I should hope so, Grayclaw. They're ours." Berrycloud, a golden tabby she-cat with a white underbelly and paws, mewed.

"Yeah," Grayclaw nodded, his eyes particularly looking at the silver she-kit nestled closest to the center. "Silverkit…she's the most beautiful."

"Well, I should hope not." Berrycloud teased.

"I meant the most beautiful kit. You, on the other paw, are the most beautiful she-cat I have ever seen." Grayclaw meowed.

"And you are the most handsome tom I've ever seen. StarClan made us for each other." Berrycloud mewed.

"Yeah," Grayclaw nodded.

"Am I interrupting something?" an amused voice asked.

Grayclaw whirled around, embarrassed. "Redstar!"

The dark ginger tom smiled and nodded. "May I come in?" he meowed.

"Of course!" Berrycloud nodded, gesturing to a stop next o Grayclaw with her tail. "We were just chatting."

"No, it's quite all right." Redstar meowed. "Being mates must be wonderful."

"Indeed," Grayclaw agreed, only to be silenced by Berrycloud's glare. "Uh…I mean, of course it is! You'll find the right she-cat one day, Redstar!"

"Idiot!" Berrycloud hissed.

"Sorry," Grayclaw whimpered, bowing his head sadly.

"It's too bad the she-cat I had in mind chose a different path from me." Redstar muttered. "A forbidden path,"

Berrycloud and Grayclaw looked at each other guiltily. It was quite known that Redstar had harbored feelings for Silverfur in their kithood that only grew stronger when they became apprentices. But when Silverfur chose to become a medicine cat, Redstar was heartbroken. Since love was now forbidden, Redstar chose to remain friends with Silverfur while keeping his emotions in check around her. Now that she was dead, Redstar was not only mourning her as a clanmate…but as his first true love.

Redstar looked at the kits, his eyes lingering on Silverkit. "They're beautiful, Berrycloud. You should be proud of yourself."

"I am," Berrycloud meowed. "And Grayclaw is, too."

"I'm glad," Redstar meowed. "I best see my lost clanmates. Good night."

"Good night, Redstar." Grayclaw meowed, moving aside as Redstar headed for the nursery entrance.

Once he was gone, Berrycloud sighed. "Poor Redstar," she mewed. "Their love may have been forbidden, but this is just cruel."

"StarClan has their reasons, Berrycloud. Redstar will be all right." Grayclaw meowed, licking her ear. "If a broken heart could take him down, he could've never become our leader. He'll pull through."

"I hope you're right." Berrycloud curled up around her kits, keeping them warm. "Good night, Grayclaw."

"Good night, Berrycloud." Grayclaw quietly left the nursery, careful not to disturb the other three queens on his way out.

That night, Cloverpaw writhed about in her sleep. The light brown she-cat's claws sheathed and unsheathed, her paws lashing out at invisible opponents, her teeth baring. Under their lids, her green eyes darted back and forth. Then her body went entirely limp as her nightmare ended, giving way to a dream.

Cloverpaw looked around in awe. She was in a grassy field made entirely of starshine. Out of the grass came a beautiful white she-cat, her blue eyes softening upon seeing the medicine cat apprentice.

"Welcome to StarClan, dear," the she-cat greeted. "I am Moonstar, one of the previous leaders of ThunderClan. I have come to give you a message."

"Is it a prophecy?" Cloverpaw meowed, suddenly excited. "My first prophecy from StarClan!"

"It's not a prophecy, per say, but a vision of things to come." Moonstar meowed.

"What things?" Cloverpaw mewed, her excitement fading.

"Your mentor is not among us, dear. She is still with you, in the flesh." Moonstar explained. "She has been reborn in the body of a kit."

"A kit? Wait…you mean Silverkit! Berrycloud's only silver kit!" Cloverpaw meowed.

"Correct," Moonstar nodded. "Silverfur refused to stay with us for fear of leaving Redstar alone. Though her relationship is forbidden, we decided to grant her request."

"What does this have to do with me?' Cloverpaw asked.

"We of StarClan want you to watch over her. While Silverkit is still a different cat from Silverfur, there will be times when Silverfur may overwhelm Silverkit accidentally and cause her to react toward her clanmates as Silverfur would. We want you to keep Silverfur's spirit in check." Moonstar meowed.

"That doesn't sound so hard." Cloverpaw mewed. "This will be easy!"

"It may seem easy at first but, as Silverkit grows older, Silverfur's emotions and previous relationships may affect her life." Moonstar warned. "Even if she is reborn, Silverfur and Silverkit are two different cats with two separate lives. Where Silverfur was a medicine cat, Silverkit may wish to be a warrior."

"I can't imagine Silverfur being a warrior!" Cloverpaw meowed.

"Then don't. Imagine Silverkit as a warrior." Moonstar meowed. "This is StarClan's first request for you as a medicine cat, Cloverpaw. Watch over Silverkit. We have much planned in the future for her."

"I promise, Moonstar." Cloverpaw mewed. "And…will she remember you?"

"Not entirely," Moonstar replied. "But her emotions and connection toward you may end up being the same as Silverfur's once were. Do not worry."

"Okay," Cloverpaw nodded.

"Good. Now then, Cloverpaw…wake up." Moonstar mewed.

"Wake up, Cloverpaw!" Dewstripes meowed, nudging the apprentice. "It's already sunhigh. Get up!"

"Huh?" Cloverpaw blinked and sat up. "It's sunhigh already?"

"Yep! Come on, sleepyhead! We've got work to do today." Dewstripes meowed.

"Hey, I'm going to check on Berrycloud's kits first." Cloverpaw meowed.

"Okay," Dewstripes shrugged. "You don't need to tell me. Everyone wants to see them."

"Right. See you later!" Cloverpaw mewed.

Bounding toward the nursery, Cloverpaw ducked inside and greeted the sleepy Berrycloud. Padding toward the sleeping kits, she smiled upon seeing the tiny silver tabby she-kit. Moonstar's message was still fresh in her mind.

"Hey there…Silverfur," Cloverpaw whispered.

Deep inside of Silverkit's consciousness, Silverfur smiled.