I've managed to get another chapter posted! Yay! :D Thanks for any reviews for my story. Keep the reviews coming! I'd love to know what you think of this.

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Thornkit's warrior name:

Thornstrike

Thornfire

Thornblaze

Thornhawk

Please choose one! You may also suggest a name not on the list. Thanks! I'll probably have more of these polls in the future, so keep watching out for them. Anyways, enjoy!


Chapter 4: A Tumultuous Day

Birdkit stood still, pertrified. The huge tom was a pale gray with white flecks. His ice-blue eyes bore into Birkit's emerald ones. Behind her, Honeystream let out a wail, and threw herself in front of Birdkit.

"Get out of here!" she spat, fur bristling. Honeystream let out another yowl and scored her claws along the intruders face. The tom hissed and leaped on top of Honeystream, clawing at her flanks. Birdkit let out a squeak and scrambled away, further into the nursery, and up against the other kits. Is she going to be alright? Birdkit shivered, trying to push the thought of Honeystream's death away from her mind. Beside her, Sandkit held her breath, her flanks still. Birdkit turned back to the battle. It was only Honeystream against the strong MountainClan cat. Mossfeather was in battle, and Frostfoot had entered the elders den during the battle to be better protected, since she was expecting kits any day now. The large tom raked his claws over Honeystream's nose, causing her to hiss in pain. Then. She leaped up, trying to pin down the tom, but he also reared up, knocking her to the ground. The queen attempted to claw him, but the intruder had her firmly pinned down. The tom sank his fangs into her shoulder, and raked her flanks. Birdkit inwardly wailed. There seemed to be no chance of Honeystream surviving.

Then, a guttural yowl sounded through the clearing, "Hailcry!" the voice spat. Buzzardfire leaped into the nursery, and swept Hailcry off of his feet. The ginger tom scored his claws over the MountainClan warrior's muzzle. Hailcry hissed in pain, and tried to retaliate, but Buzzardfire swiftly bit his shoulder. The two tussled for a bit, a whirlwind of fur, teeth and claws, until Hailcry pulled himself from Buzzardfire's grasp and fled, yowling.

Honeystream struggled to her feet, gasping for breath. Buzzardfire shook his pelt, splattering blood onto the ground, and helped Honeystream up.

"Kits, stay here please, Mossfeather will be here soon." Then, without another word, Buzzardfire left with Honeystream to the medicine cat's den. Birdkit stood shakily, and the other kits started to arouse from their frightened stage.

"Do you think they'll be alright?" Sandkit squeaked. Her pale ginger fur was still bristling with fear.

"I t-think so," stammered Birdkit. Brightkit padded next to them, and nudged Birdkit.

"Don't worry, they'll be alright," she mewed. Birdkit nodded in reply and sat down, her head dizzy with worry. Then, as Buzzardfire said, Mossfeather arrived.

"Are you alright?" she meowed, her voice taut with worry. She rounded up the six kits, and groomed them, pulling them closer protectively. Still, Birdkit's heart pounded as she worried about her parents.

"Buzzardfire and Honeystream will be alright," murmered Mossfeather, as if reading her mind. The six kits and one queen lay together in silence for a while until Frostfoot arrived.

"Are you all alright?" she meowed. The seven cats nodded, and Frostfoot drew a breath of relief. Then she also lay down. The snowy queen began to close her eyes, when all of a sudden, she let out a wail.

"The kits are coming!" she screeched. Her green eyes were stretched wide with panic. Mossfeather sprang to her paws and leaped out of the nursery, soon returning with Dawnleaf, the medicine cat, and Frostfoot's mate, Adderstrike.

"Kits!" Mossfeather called, "Come out here, Frostfoot is having her kits!" The kits all scrambled out of the nursery. Birdkit looked back once at the cave after exiting it. Dawnleaf had slipped inside, while Adderstrike nervously padded back and forth in front of the nursery.

"Is Frostfoot having her kits?" A voice behind Birdkit called out. She turned around and stood facing Nightpaw.

"Yes," She replied, shuffling her paws.

"The nursery's going to be so crowded! At least Mossfeather's litter will be apprenticed soon," exclaimed Nightpaw. A few warriors behind her nodded in agreement.

"Really?" questioned Birdkit. She couldn't believe Thornkit, Brightkit, Morningkit, and Ryekit were leaving the nursery already. She had become best friends with them over the past three moons.

"Yup!" smiled Thornkit, "I'll be 'paw soon!" Nightpaw merely nodded.

Quickly, night fell over StormClan, and the stars dotted the sky. Frostfoot's kits hadn't arrived yet, and Adderstrike was still pacing in front of the nursery, his fur bristled in anxiety. The clan had cleaned up after the battle, some with few injuries, some with many. Yet, Birdkit and Sandkit weren't allowed to see Buzzardfire or Honeystream. They were still in the medicine cat's den.

Then, the ferns in front of the nursery rustled as Dawnleaf exited, meowing, "You can see her now, Adderstrike." The striped tom streaked into the nursery at Dawnleaf's words, leaving the small medicine cat to exhaustedly trail behind him. The clan whispered, wondering about Frostfoot's kits.

Soon after, Adderstrike left the den, proudly proclaiming, "Two toms and a she-cat!" The clan gathered, congratulating him and purring. Mossfeather purred, them ushered the kits back into the nursery.

"Frostfoot?" she called as she entered the dark cave. Frostfoot mewed a reply, and Mossfeather rushed to her side. The curious kits followed. "They're beautiful!" Mossfeather purred. Frostfoot purred as the kits peered into her nest at her kits. One of the toms was a dark brown tabby tom, and the other tom was a red-brown one, and very small. The she-cat was a pale silver tabby, with barely visible stripes. They're so cute! Birdkit thought.

"Come now kits," whispered Mossfeather, "We should let Frostfoot and her kits rest." Soon, every kit was nestled into a nest. Birdkit lay beside Sandkit, who was already asleep. She looked up at the cave ceiling, and fell sound asleep, wishing she could see the stars from here.