I do not own Warriors. If I did, Tigerstar would have been redeemed.

Chapter Two

Talonstrike hurries into camp, a rabbit dangling from his jaws as he hurries over to the nursing den and ducks inside.

A purr breaks out as he sees Nightstream gently grooming Fiercekit as Silverkit suckles at her belly. The tiny she-cat wiggles and ducks her mothers tongue and Nightstream sighs, looking lovingly down at her kit. Silverkit is a silver tom with a black patch on his chest, paws, belly and the tip of his tail. Fiercekit is a little she-cat with spiky black fur with silver lining her belly, coating her paws, the tip of her tail, the tips of her ears and the bridge of her nose.

Curling around his two kits and mate, Talonstrike sets down the rabbit in front of his mate and scoops up his little daughter. She squeaks as he holds her gently but firmly in his paws and strokes his tongue over her soothingly. Soon, the little she-cat's tiny body is shaking from the purr in her throat. Laughing, Nightstream takes a bite of rabbit.

The succulent flavors burst over her tongue and she wonders how any cat could ever eat kittypet slop over this. She eats her fill before nudging the rest of the rabbit to her mate. He gently noses her cheek before taking a bite, the tiny kit in his paws curled up against his chest and sleeping.

Smiling, Nightstream leans against her mate and wonders how her life could be so perfect.

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Talonstrike and Nightstream gently wash their kits eyes, excitement brewing in them.

Today their kits should open their eyes for the first time. It has been a soothing 10 sunrises and when their kits didn't open their eyes on the 8th sunrise, disappointment flared in them but that was quickly forgotten as their kits nuzzled sweetly at them, almost as if sensing they had let a part of their parents down.

Quick to reassure them, the two parents let the disappointment go.

And here they are, two sunrises later.

Nightstream gently washes Silverkit's eyes as Talonstrike does the same for Fiercekit. The two kits squirm, not liking it but the two parents continue until- with a loud squall like the night he was born, Silverkit opens his amber eyes and glares weakly up at his mother. A loud purr shakes her as she covers him with licks and nuzzles and despite himself, the little tom purrs right back.

Watching, Talonstrike feels happiness burst inside of him and he marvels at the change sweeping through him. He and his mate couldn't be happier with their two kits. He gazes down at the tiny bundle of silver and black fur against his chest and gently noses the little she-cat's eyes.

"I'm right here little one. I am Talonstrike, your father. And I am right here." He mummers gently and the little she-cat stirs, shaking her head and stumbling to her feet before falling backwards and landing on her back. Amusement rumbles in his throat and then the little kit's eyes open.

Her eyes are the purest silver he has ever seen and pride bursts through him. She is perfect. Talonstrike nuzzles Fiercekit's belly and she paws at his nose happily, mewing nonsense. Nightstream looks on with pride as her perfect mate plays with his daughter and she knows her life is perfect.

And nothing can ever change that.

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"Come on! Wake up, you lazy furball! I want to explore the camp and Nightstream says I can only go if you want to!" Fiercekit twitches a silver tipped ear at her brother and Silverkit huffs. Fiercekit keeps her eyes closed, sensing her littermate ready to pounce. Just as he jumps, she lunges up with a fearsome yowl and he squeaks, missing her and landing on his face.

Fiercekit starts laughing happily, falling on her side as he huffs and climbs to his feet, lashing his tiny tail.

"You crazy furball!" She cries out, laughing happily and a toothy grin is pulled out of him as he trots forward. He nudges her side and she stops laughing as she looks up at her older littermate.

"Come on!" He cries impatiently, amber eyes gleaming as he peers at the entrance to the nursing den and kneads the ground with is paws.

"Fine!" She sighs, climbing to her feet and shaking her dust covered pelt. She glances over at Honeykit, the golden-cream kit playing with Boulderkit- a dark grey tom that is Cloudfeather's kit. She wants to invite them with her and her brother but something makes her pause. She wants to do this first with her brother. Everything they do, they do together so why should this be any different?

Shaking her head, Fiercekit raises her tail and happily trots out of the nursery.

The bright light stuns her for a second as she crouches in front of the entrance, lashing her tiny tail as she narrows her eyes and struggles to adjust. Blinking rapidly, Fiercekit holds a paw to her eyes before slowly lowering them a little at a time. By the time she finally lowers her paws, she can see without the sun hurting her eyes.

She raises herself from the crouch, sitting and sweeping her silver gaze over the camp. Her eyes widen with shock at how full it is. A pile of rocks to the right have a smooth, flat rock propped up and leading to another flat rock that a large golden tom is laying on. To the side of the flat rock is a small cave that is the leaders den. In the middle of the clearing is a pile of fresh-kill and cats come and take some before moving to the side and eating together.

There are so many cats that are moving and eating and grooming.

"Wow..." Fiercekit whispers, staring around in amazement. Silverkit brushes against her side, leaning against her.

"Isn't it huge?" He asks quietly, his amber eyes wide as hers. She nods, shrinking back as two 'paws wrestle past them and flop the the ground, laughing happily. Peering curiously, Fiercekit can see they are friendly as they shove back and forth; heading to a den with honeysuckle wound around the entrance and fierce brambles growing around them.

She cranes her neck, watching as a fluffy ginger cat enters the camp with a mouthful of herbs and heads swiftly over to another small cave with flat rocks out in front. She lays the herbs down and arranges them so they can dry on the flat rocks. A cat crosses in front of her vision and she watches as the sleek tom with the blue-grey pelt pads past, talking with Talonstrike.

Happiness rushes through her and she nudges her brother playfully.

"I see Talonstrike! Last one to him is crow-food!" She cries happily before dashing off to find her father. Squeaking as she dodges large paws, Fiercekit races forward and laughs as the cats yowl with shock and trip over each other. Spotting her brother catching up, the mischievous little kit hides behind the fresh-kill and jumps out when her littermate rushes past.

Screeching with shock, he falls back. Laughing cheerfully, Fiercekit races over to her father and barrels into his side, knocking him into the blue-gray tom.

"Ha! I win!" She shouts, scrambling over her father happily.

"Fiercekit! What are you doing?" Talonstrike asks, purring as his daughter jumps off him and winds under his shoulder, pushing up with her shoulder. Knowing what she wants, he falls to the side so she can scramble on his chest and blink proudly at him.

"I raced Silverkit and scared him! The silly furball's face was so funny! And I won!" She tells him happily while the blue-gray tom gets to his feet and shakes himself off.

"What is the meaning of this?" The tom asks, his deep voice neither happy nor upset. Gently nudging her off his chest, Talonstrike straightens and looks at the other tom.

"I apologize Skyfang." Talonstrike dips his head respectfully and Fiercekit's silver eyes widen. Skyfang! He is the deputy of her clan! Feeling a little uncertain, the little she-cat stubbornly decides to hide it. Raising her tiny head high, she meets his amber gaze evenly. Amusement flares in his eyes and heat flushes though her fur but she refuses to lower her eyes.

Silverkit rushes up and also barrels into their father. Expecting it this time, he unsheathes his claws and holds himself still as his son climbs his shoulders.

"Fiercekit is mean!" The tiny silver tom announces, glaring at his littermate. The moment of seriousness gone, the she-cat giggles behind a paw and winds under Talonstrike's paws and settles between his paws.

"Am not!" She cries out and pouts as her father sighs and twists around to pick his son off his back.

"Silverkit, Fiercekit. Meet Skyfang. The deputy of StormClan." He introduces and Silverkit freezes. Snickering, Fiercekit bumps her littlermates shoulder. He glares at her before bowing his head respectfully. Laughing at her littermate, Fiercekit shakes her spiky black and silver fur covered head and leans back against Talonstrike. Scowling, her silver furred littermate pounces on her with a low mew of anger. Laughing, the tiny she-cat dodges and lopes around him, teasingly waving her silver tipped tail in his face.

Laughing now, he chases her until they tumble into a silver and black furred pile. He tugs on her ear and she nips at his paws. Twisting, Fiercekit bats her silver paws on his nose and he rears back, tumbling down.

Watching fondly, Talonstrike puffs up proudly as the two kits tumble around before collapsing side by side; panting but happy.

"It's amazing, those two little kits. Even for littermates they are extraordinarily close." Skyfang remarks to the proud father. Nodding, he watches as they dash through the camp. They scramble under-paws but every time they get caught, the older cats can't bring themselves to scold the tiny bundles of fur. Eyes are bright and mews are cheerful as the kits race around.

New-leaf has never been better for StormClan and it is showing.

Pouncing on a leaf, Silverkit challenges Fiercekit to see who can toss it farther. Their squeals of delight ring through the clearing and amused eyes are locked on the two. Spotting a dead mouse, Fiercekit lowers into a lopsided crouch, wiggling her butt and waving her tail around. Her silver eyes are wide and bright, locked on the gray fur as she licks her lips.

Yowling, Silverkit pounces and bowls her over.

Squeaking with happiness, they resume tussling. Their paws bat at their faces as the bundle of fur rolls around.

"What are you two doing?" Nightstream mews sternly and they freeze, crouching low and glancing guiltily at each other.

"Well, Silverkit just wanted to show me his battle crouch and attack. Is that okay?" Fiercekit asks sweetly, pawing the ground and looking at her mother innocently. The look wouldn't let snow melt in her mouth. Pausing, Nightstream eyes her kits. They exchange looks and shift guiltily.

"Of course!" She mews happily, nosing her kits. Purring, they twine around her. Giggling, she flops to the ground and lets them crawl over her. Laughing, Talonstrike nods to Skyfang and trots over to them, the family tumbling happily around.

From his perch on the Flat Rock, Lionstar watches proudly over his clan, the kits warming hearts in a way nothing else can. His sleek pelt gleams golden and he nods to himself before bouncing down and going to see Honeykit.

This clan has no idea of the tragedy about to ravage their clan...but mostly the happy family playing around in the clearing.

Watching over them in StarClan, Amberpaw feels deep sorrow for her sister and her kits.

This will tear them apart.

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