A/N: This is my second challenge for "The Clan Cat Café". For this challenge we had to write about a cannon cat who had two paths or choices in life their life and the other happened. I did, what if Yellowfang stayed a warrior. I do not own any of the characters. Yellowfang, ShadowClan, and any other cannon cats I mentioned all belong to the Erins.

Characters:

Yellowfang- Dark grey she-cat with orange eyes

Raggedpelt/star- Dark brown tabby tom with yellow eyes

Sagewhisker- White she-cat with blue eyes and greying muzzle

The orange eyed she-cat sighed with her ears back.

"Sagewhisker I'm sorry, but my answer is no, I won't be your apprentice. I have a mate I love and care about and a future I want to decide for myself. I may not be able to control my…ability, but if you force me to be a medicine cat to help me control it, I won't do it. Again I'm sorry, but I know you'll find another apprentice," Yellowfang finished with a diverted gaze. After a few moments of silence, the warrior left the white cat to go back to her mate, Raggedpelt.

"What was that all about," the tom asked when she got back.

"Oh i-it was nothing," Yellowfang lied. Though he didn't push it, Raggedpelt said nothing more as the two twined tails.

A Moon Later

Yellowfang was awoke with a cold and wet splash to her nose. Reluctantly, she began to wake with a wide yawn. Once again the ceiling of the ShadowClan warrior's den was leaking, this time right over the orange eyed warrior. As she gazed around drowsily, the dark grey she-cat noticed her mate was gone. Getting up from her warm moss nest, Yellowfang padded into the clearing only to see Raggedpalt calling out the finale patrols. Smiling to herself, the warrior padded up to the brown deputy in hopes to have a word with him.

"Good morning," the tom purred when he got down from the Sahllowbranch. Yellowfang smiled dipped her head in reply.

"Want to go hunting," the bright eyed she-cat asked.

"Sure," was all Raggedpelt replied with. The pair of warriors exited the ShadowClan camp into the marshy forest filled with the fresh scent of pine.

"Yellowfang, why don't we split up for the hunting? I'll go over here and you over there," the tom instructed. The warrior nodded as she began to taste the air. Instantly, the scent of snake caught her attention, so the she-cat began to stalk it. With great stealth, Yellowfang stalked the slithering beast without making a sound. Finally, she pounced on it, killing the adder instantly. Burying her kill, the warrior searched for some more prey. Tasting the air again, the dark grey she-cat caught a whiff of mouse. Like she did with the adder, Yellowfang stalked it silently and waited for the right moment to pounce. When she was within rage to do so, the warrior jumped, but missed. She was too slow.

"Frog-dung," she hissed in anger with a lash of her tail. After trying to track the mouse again, Yellowfang gave up and went for her adder before meeting up with Raggedpelt. While digging up her catch, a sickness suddenly came over the warrior which caused her to become dizzy.

"What's going on with me," Yellowfang mumbled as she grabbed the adder in her jaws. Meeting up with her mate who caught a squirrel and two mice, the pair went back to camp with their prizes for the other warriors. When they were done with that, the orange eyed she-cat went to Sagewhisker to see what her problem was.

"Sagewhisker," she called in. A raspy grunt invited her though it wasn't very welcoming.

"What is it," the greying she-cat asked.

"I-I feel sort of sick. I don't know if it's because I really am or if my ability is at work, but can you check out just to make sure?" Reluctantly, Sagewhisker nodded before padding over to Yellowfang. Clearly the medicine cat was still annoyed with Yellowfang refusing to be her apprentice.

"I see what the problem is," Sagewhisker finally replied.

"What? Do-do I have greencough or something like that?"

"No, no it's better. Much better actually. Yellowfang, you're going to have kits," the she-cat purred. Confused on what to say and full of pride, the bewildered she-cat nodded before exiting the den.

"Raggedpelt, Raggedpelt guess what," she purred gleefully to her mate.

"What is it," the tm questioned.

"I'm going to have kits! I'm having your kits!"

"K-Kits? Kits?! I-I'm going to be a farther," the deputy purred with delight. Yellowfang nodded as the mates ate and spoke for the rest of their time.

Two Moons Later

An ear-splitting yowl broke through silent night, waking every ShadowClan warrior.

"What's going on," Raggedstar, the new ShadowClan leader, demanded. As he did so, another yowl broke through camp. As he heard it, Raggedstar's heart sank.

"Yellowfang," he breathed with fear.

"Someone get Sagewhisker and Runningpaw," the leader ordered as he ran into the nursery. Sure enough, his dark grey mate was giving birth.

"Yellowfang, Yellowfang I'm here," he soothed, though the tom knew it wouldn't be much help.

"Raggedstar, please leave so my apprentice and I can do our job," the voice of Sagewhisker urged. The tom took one last glance at Yellowfang before leaving the den. After he did so, Runningpaw and Sagewhisker got right to work.

It was dawn by the time the kitting finished and Yellowfang had given birth to three healthy kits; a tom and two she-cats. The first was a plump ginger tabby she-kit, another was a brown tom with a bent tail, while the third was a grey and white she-kit.

"What shall we name them," Raggedstar had asked her after he was allowed in to see his mate.

"The ginger she-cat should be named Flowkit after my mother," the grey queen decided. Raggedstar liked the name.

"I like the name Stormkit for our other daughter," the leader decided.

"And for the tom," Yellowfang pressed. Raggedstar thought for a moment before answering.

"How about Barkkit for his fur," the leader suggested. The dark grey queen thought for a moment before agreeing to it.

Moons Later

"Barkstar, Barkstar, Barkstar" the warriors of ShadowClan cheered. Yellowfang, who was now an elder, smiled at her son with love. Though Raggedstar had died to a recent badger attack, Yellowfang was happy to see her son leader. While her daughter, Flowerstep, was trained as the medicine cat apprentice, her other daughter, Stormspring, was now a mother herself to Marshkit and Oakkit. All around her, Yellowfang's Clanmates were happy and contend with the current peace of the Clans. Her son soon became known as one of the best leaders. The older leaders respected him and saw that he had great potential. Thinking about it now, the grey elder knew she made the right choice long ago to become a warrior when she could've become medicine cat. Her kits were well off living their own lives just like she did. And Yellowfang died knowing she'd made the right choice.