OMG I'M BACK! Camping trip ended and I'M BACK! YAY! :)

Before we start I have a message to the OC makers. Something CRAZY happened. Pebblethorn's beautiful she-kit has a crush on Clawstar, while the other two OC's(Guests and Hollyleaf for life's OC's)BOTH have a crush on Tinypaw! THIS IS SO DRAMATIC!

OMG!

Also, the kits might be born in this chapter, so...let's just see.

READ ON!

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I awake with a gasp, panting. Looking around with fear, I notice I'm back in the Medicine Cat Den. Good. I'm safe.

"Tinypaw? Are you alright?"

I turn and through my fear scent I smell the familiarity of Cloudeyes and Acornshell.

"C-Cloudeyes?" I squeak. "The-The cat,she, it was..the..."

My mind is swirling. I'd met with a Starclan cat, who had given me a prophecy, that didn't make sense, and I...I...I had been beautiful.

I find myself glancing back at my twisted hind leg with my now hindered sight with sorrow. I was back to being ugly, weak Tinypaw.

"Tinypaw?"

I look over at my foster mother, realising now that I couldn't tell her about what I'd seen. Or any other cat either. It would only complicate things. Besides, I didn't understand it myself.

"Nevermind, Cloudeyes," I sigh. "Just a nightmare."

Cloudeyes leans over in the small cave-like space. "Are you okay?"

"Fine."

"Alright." the black she-cat mews, before tilting her bead. "I have something to ask of you. Well, Acornshell does."

I glance over at the brown dappled tom. He's staring at me with that all-knowing gaze that freaks me out.

"Acornshell?" Cloudeyes' prompts when he says nothing. The dappled tom seems to come out of a daze when he hears his name.

"Oh. Yes," Acornshell says in his trademark rough voice. A battle back in the day had torn his vocals and his voice had become deeper and gruffer when it healed. "Tinypaw, mine and Cloudeyes kits will be born soon, and since Cloudeyes raised you as her kit, so I...I would like you to name a kit when it's born."

My eyes widened in surprise at the proposal. He wanted me to name one of his kits? "R-Really?"

Acornshell gave a small smile. "Yes." Then it was back to that all knowing gaze I never understood.

"I would love to!" I yelped in rare happiness. "Ohmygosh, do you mean it? I'd be honored!"

A gasp from Cloudeyes broke the conversation. "Um, Tinypaw? You might get to name a kit faster than you think."

I frowned. "Huh?" Oh. Wait.

"She's having the kits!" I screech, and Acornshell darts out of the rock crevice without a word, moments later bringing Vineleaf, the Medicine Cat.

Cloudeyes gives a yowl of pain and Vineleaf rushes over.

"Acornshell, wait outside. Tinypaw, go get me a twig and fast." she splattered out. "GO!"

I whined and ran out, immediately feeling the pain of my unsealed cuts. I ignored it though. I needed a stick!

I saw one in the grass, and picking it up quickly, and I scrambled back over to the Medicine Cat Den.

"Here!" I squealed. Cloudeyes was gasping with Vinetail leaning over her. "I got the stick!"

Vinetail scowled and passed Cloudeyes the stick, which she immediately bit into with a loud yowl.

"Get. These. Kits. OUT!" she screamed. I stepped back. Since when was Cloudeyes so demanding?

As if sensing my thoughts, the black she-cat howled. "I'll demand whatever I want!"

Oh boy.

...

It was after about an hour of screaming, yelling, pain and anger, that I got to meet the new additions to Shadowclan.

Three small kits lay curled up at Cloudeyes's stomach. They had drank, but had quickly fallen asleep after a few minutes of grooming from Cloudeyes. Now they dreamed peacefully, guarded with the love of a mother cat.

A sigh broken through the darkness. The sun had set long ago and I still stayed during the birth. I had yet to see the kits.

"Come here, Tinypaw," my foster mother called softly. Vineleaf moved away from the she-cat and backed out of the den, giving us some privacy.

I hesitantly moved closer. Acornshell still waited in vigil outside, so I would be the first to see the kits.

"H-How many?" I whispered, as if trying to not break the peaceful silence. "Are they okay?"

Cloudeyes gave another sigh as I leaned over, seeing four small kits. I didn't understand. Why did she keep sighing? They seemed fine to me.

"Cloudeyes?" I questioned. The old black she-cat shifted.

"Here, Tinypaw," Cloudeyes says. I look down at the kits again. "I'll show you the new additions."

I give a small smile and blinked downwards. There was a fuzzy little she-kit with light grey dapples and a grey underbelly and muzzle with darker patches around her eyes, which were an intelligent hazel, and next to her was a larger tom seemed a brown tabby, but his stripes were darker than usual and he had a black stripe going down his back and on his tail tip. Upon closer look, I saw he only had one brilliant amber eye.

"Oh," I say softly. "He..."

Cloudeyes gives a tiny shake of her head. "Yeah. He's...different, but he's strong. I know he'll be fine."

I give a sad smile, and turn my gaze to the next kit. It was another tom, but he was the palest of the bunch. His body was basically white with silver and grey swirls, and his eyes were a soft gold. He seemed the quietest.

Just then, Acornshell bounded into the den. Cloudeyes scowled, and the tom slowed to a stop.

"The kits, Cloudeyes," he grunted with his deep voice. "Are they alright? What about you? Was the birth fine?"

I moved so the tom could scooch over, and upon seeing his young, gave a happy smile.

"They're lovely," he breathed. "The dapple she-kit...she's Dapplekit."

Cloudeyes flicked her tail. "It was fine. There are some..long term affects, but the kits will live."

Acornshell frowned, and looked closer at the brown tom. Then he gasped. "Oh, my kit..."

I spoke up hesitantly. "I...I'd like to name him, if..If that offer is still up?"

The new parents looked surprised, and I flattened my ears in embarrassment. Then Acornshell hushed.

"Of course." he muttered. "Yes. Of course."

I bowed my head, then nudged the brown tomkit softly.

"Onekit."

Everyone in the cave seemed to relax and I smiled happily.

"That's fine, Tinypaw," Cloudeyes said. "And I think I'll name my other handsome tomkit Spiritkit."

I thought of the fourth kit I had seen. "What about the other kit?"

Cloudeyes seemed to freeze, and Acornshell looked away.

"He's dead. Stillborn." she whispered. I watched as she nudged a tiny black kit from her stomach fur. "I...I was going to name him Shadekit."

I gasped. "I'm sorry, Cloudeyes."

There was a collective silence, and then Cloudeyes sighed.

"Bad things happen, Tinypaw. But we go on. We go on because we know to find the happiness in the little things, and not the sorrowful in the bad things. We go on. Because it'll get better. It'll be okay."

And somehow, I knew she was telling the truth.