Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors but they should make a movie anyway! LOL can you imagine those cats with their British accents? 'BLOODY HELL GRAYSTRIPE YOU'RE SOAKED IN WOHTAH' I love British accents, I wish I had one.

A/N: I forgot to mention, while I was typing the last chapter and I got to the emotional part where they were all sad, I was listening to Far Away and I got sad too. :(

Rabbitstorm: Thanks a lot. :)

Flamespirit-eth: Yes, that's exactly what she'd think. XD I wanted it to seem cute, so I wanted him to give her a pet name, but nothing like 'honey' or 'darling' and I just thought of sunshine.

Frostpaw: Thank you so much, luv. :D

xSkyheartx: In my opinion, it would have been kinda boring if they were crying all over each other lol.

SC-Bradley: I didn't understand your review, then. Maybe you left out a word or something.

spottedmoon: Thank you!

Mooncloud's Courage: You'll seeeeee. :)

The Crazy Things We Do
Epilogue—Surprise, Surprise

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Tawnypelt's POV

Excruciating pain jabs me in every part of my body, causing my limbs to jerk, and my head to fall back as I let out a cry of agony. The darkness of the medicine cat's den swallows me. I can see no light.

"Take it easy, Tawnypelt!" I hear Littlecloud's voice from somewhere, "Breathe deeply."

I follow his directions, but choke on the last breath. I can feel the first one coming.

"I can't believe this," Rowanclaw whispers from nearby. His hot breath caresses my ear and it gives me a little relief and comfort, "My kits, my first kits..."

I smile a bit at this, my love for Rowanclaw burning deep within me. It's hard to move on but I still feel guilty to this day, because although I love Rowanclaw, I'm not in love with him. Not yet, at least.

Every time he says 'I love you', I reply with, 'I love you, too'. Yet, I wonder, if he ever says 'I'm in love with you', what would I say? Would I say anything at all?

It's been such a very, very long time since that meeting at that clearing between the borders. I knew I would have to move on, and so I took Rowanclaw as my mate and before I knew it, I was expecting his kits. I can't really change anything now, though. I don't regret any of this either, except that here I am, lying on my side, about to faint from this freakin' pain—

"Great StarClan, make this stop already!" I yowl at the top of my lungs, "How many kits are there? Twenty?"

"Hang on a little longer...Look, one's already coming out." Littlecloud soothes. I hear a shuffling of nest-moss and then a thin, high-pitched wail.

Anxiety and shock takes over me, and with every possible muscle in my neck, I pick my head up to look at my first kit. Thanks to StarClan's gift for giving cats the ability to see clearly in the dark, I squint my eyes to focus. A bundle of dark brown, tabby fur—my first kit is a copy of Tigerstar. Curled up against my stomach, it opens it's little pink mouth and begins to cry. My heart soars beyond any limit—this was my kit, my very own kit.

Then, pain stabs me once again and I scream. I can feel another one coming. I shut my eyes tightly while my unsheathed claws sink into the soft ground. This anguish is almost too much to bear...

The pressure is soon lifted off of my stomach and I can breathe again. I cough roughly, then look up again, taking huge gulps of air. Another kit, as white as snow, appears next to the dark brown tabby, echoing it's sibling's cries.

"Is it over?" I ask hopefully. I suddenly recall what I had thought to myself, many moons before, when I was lying in the camp with Ivykit blabbering away.

'I'll never have kits.'

I answer my own question with another, dramatic yowl. This one hurt the most, although I'm not sure why. I bite my bottom lip until I can taste blood, wishing this would stop. I try to help by giving a push.

"That's it, you got it!" I hear Littlecloud exclaim.

Thank StarClan! I give a great sigh as Rowanclaw rubs my face with his, purring loudly. Exhausted but tired, I pick up my head one last time to look at my third kit. It's crying, obviously, and it had ginger fur.

Like Rowanclaw! I smile to myself and respond to Rowanclaw's affection until the last kit moves it's head—

I gasp so loudly that Rowanclaw pulls back, alarmed. My heart rate quickens, slamming against my chest like a frantic bird trapped in a cage—No, no way—This couldn't be right!

I shut my eyes and open them again. No, please. I repeat this process several times. Please, please. But my eyes weren't deceiving me.

There is a familiar, soft tuft of hair between my kit's ears.

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A/N: YES! DONEEE. Although I admit, it's sad to end a good story when you enjoyed typing it. Ah well, there's always the sequel! Anyway, I'm sure all of you know what happened...I guess even if she did do it with Rowanclaw, Thornclaw came before.

When I find one how her kits really look like, I'll change the description of them here.

And just cuz it's done doesn't mean you shouldn't review! Your review will be answered on the first chapter of the sequel, once it's published.

Thanks to all by reviewers, I love you all, and I hope you'll enjoy the sequel, as well as the rest of my works. :)

--;Kewix