So, here's my second challenge that was completed. A Mother's Love, given by ponyiowa. Here's my prompt:

A queen has just given birth and now looks at her kits. Record her thoughts. Her thoughts do not all need to be about her kits.

And thus this was born, no pun intended. :) I don't own Warriors, enjoy the oneshot!

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Pain that had filled my senses and dulled my thoughts for StarClan knows how long was finally ebbing away slowly, being replaced with a feeling of calmness and peace. Everything that had been happening for the past few… minutes? Hours? Days? It had to be hours. Whatever. But what had happened was finally over, and I was thankful for that.

I knew that my usually bright green eyes must be really dull with pain, like the rest of my senses. For a moment my eyes wandered around mindlessly, and then I remembered… my kits!

A ginger and white tomcat was seated next to my, licking at a tiny bundle of dark gray fur. He was licking at its fur backwards… I guess Flamepelt would be right with doing that, he is the medicine cat. Blue eyes met green as he looked up, placing the tiny bundle at my side.

"Thanks," I purred tiredly, closing my eyes. I couldn't face my kits, not yet. I didn't even know them, and they meant everything to me already. I wanted to savor the moment, being alone in my mind, with the soft paws of tiny bodies at my side, looking for the milk that I would give them.

My moment of peace was interrupted by Flamepelt. "Congratulations, Silverwhisker. You have four sons and two daughters."

When those numbers hit my mind, I felt myself mentally gasp. Six. Six was a big number. I had never heard of a queen having six kits all at once before. Not even the legendary mother of ThunderClan, Ferncloud. There were tales about her, and she was well remembered- probably due to the many kits that she had.

Happiness washed over me as I opened my eyes, seeing the six little bundles at my side. Each of them looked fi to be a warrior, but I had this feeling that I should never let them out of the nursery. Can kits break? Are they breakable? They have to be, like everything else! But it's not like they're going into battle… yet.

My eyes were drawn to the first one, the oldest. He was closest to my face. I adored him already. He had the same silver pelt as myself, silver as the moon, but it wasn't long furred. No, he had gotten Stormwillow's short, sleek fur. Muscles already rippled beneath his pelt, and in my mind, I could already picture him as a warrior.

Sleek fur rippled underneath his muscles as he leapt at a fox, a dangerous glint in his eyes at towards anything that would ever try to hurt his Clan. A fierce loyalty radiated from him. His claws were golden in the sunlight, his lips drawn back in a snarl. The fox should've ran, if it knew what was good for it. That's how I imagined him, the oldest. As a leader, a protector, a savior even.

The second kit, right next to him, had long tabby and white fur that covered her tiny body, making her look bigger than she actually was. She looked like a tiny copy of my sister, and the way she was looking around and sniffing also reminded me of her, already trying to find her path in life. StarClan, take care of my sister.

I could see her, too, in the future. I imagined her tracking a thrush, her sharp eyes carefully watching its every movement. Her tongue swiped at her lips at she jumped at the unsuspecting bird, pinning it to the ground before it had a chance to move, its neck broken by a single swipe of the paw. Or, I hoped that she would be a good hunter, at least. Longer fur makes it harder to hunt sometimes, as I knew from my own hunting trouble. Everything gets stuck in your pelt.

Next to her was a tiny dark gray- almost black- tomcat. He was already sleep- snoring up a storm, too! I was surprised at how long his whiskers and ears were, he'd have to grow into those for sure. He looked just as precious as the other two.

There was this spark in him that told me that he'd be a good worker, if not as an apprentice then as a warrior. I could see him brightening at the sound of an order, a calm and friendly smile placed across his face. His eyes were calm too, but I could see an excitement in them that was rare. He seemed to have an excitement for life, though you couldn't tell by his snoring!

The fourth kit was another she cat. She had my long furred silver pelt, though she had white paws and a white underbelly, too. She was beautiful now, and I knew that in a few moons she'd be the most beautiful cat in the Clan.

There was something about her pelt that made it seem like she was glowing. I could see her now, bright eyes, fluffy tail, padding through camp. I could even imagine a few little kits chasing after her tail- are they hers or someone else's? - and batting at it with squeals of laughter. A graceful smile was on her face, her eyes sparkling. I knew that she'd be well admired.

The last two kits were tomcats; I knew that from what Flamepelt had told me. My eyes rested on the first of the two, a tiny tomcat with a silver pelt and dark, smoky gray tabby stripes. He looked like a mix of myself and Stormwillow. I liked that about him, since it showed our love almost…

There was something different about him, though, than any of his siblings. He didn't look like he had that 'spark' to become a warrior. Instantly, I was filled with fear for the tiny kit's future. But I realized that it wasn't my decision, it was his. But I still couldn't imagine him as a warrior! I could see the leaves at his paws, a stem in his mouth as he rushed over to treat a wounded cat. He was so confident in the way that he moved- in my imagination, of course- that it was like he was meant to become a medicine cat.

The last kit was another smoky gray, almost black, tomcat. He had long fur, but still looked so much like his father. Or I guess you could say that he looked like his grandfather's father, on his father's side. Birchstep was such a fun-loving cat- even as an elder he was always in a good mood- and everyone loved him. He was hunting with StarClan now, but part of him seemed to have passed down in the generation. He even had the same marking as Birchstep- a white forepaw, on the left.

In my mind's eyes, I could see his laughing and joking around with friends, bringing smiles to all who were around him. There was a mouse at his paws, one that he must've just caught since he was in the forest in my imagination. Oh, he looked like such a warrior, his fluffy fur blowing in the faint breeze.

Suddenly, I was brought back to reality when I heard someone making their way into the nursery. The low rumble of a purr told me that it was Stormwillow, without even having to take my eyes off of the kits. He was at my side in an instant, probably having just leaped the den in one bound.

"They're perfect," Stormwillow purred. Oh, I loved him so much! He was right, too. I offered him a small smile, still exhausted from the whole ordeal. He was so kind and caring, something that I loved about him. I hoped that kindness was passed on to the kits.

"I love you so much," I murmured to Stormwillow as he licked at my ears, purring.

"So, what do you want to name them?" Stormwillow asked, sniffing at each of the kits. The oldest tried to hook his claw on Stormwillow's nose.

Laughing a little, I murmured, "Sootkit." Stormwillow nodded, knowing that I was talking about the firstborn. It seemed like a good warrior name, and though he seemed more of a 'Stormkit', that name was already taken by his father!

"How about Nightkit for this one?" Stormwillow asked, pointing his tail to the tiny, third-born tomcat. I nodded, his pelt was as dark as the night, it just seemed to fit.

"And Leafkit for this one," I meowed, pointing to the one that looked like a tiny copy of my sister. My heart ached, thinking about naming my kit after my dead sister, but I knew that it was a way of honoring her. Or at least, it was a way of honoring her in my mind.

Stormwillow nodded. "Perfect." He knew what had happened to my sister. He knew how close we had been. I didn't think that he'd argue about her name.

"And Dovekit, for the other she cat?" Stormwillow suggested.

Dovekit. A pretty name for a pretty she cat. It seemed to fit.

"Berrykit?" I asked, yawning as I pointed at the silver tomcat with dark tabby stripes. Just a hint of medicine cat, but also the possibility of a strong warrior, too.

"And… Rainkit," Stormwillow purred, seeing how tired I was. I nodded, thinking that that name was just as perfect as the rest of them. I wanted to say more to him, I really did. But when I tried to open my mouth, I could only find a yawn waiting to escape.

Stormwillow purred, licking my head. He told me that he was going to go and spread the good news around before he left. He might've said something else, but I don't really remember at the moment. I can't recall anything other than watching the kits sleeping at my side, willing myself to believe that nothing bad will ever happen to them. I knew that they were going to be great, as long as they got their chance. But of course they would- I would die for any of them, right now. I promise, they'll get their chance. I promise.

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Yes, six kits in one litter is possible. My family fostered and bottle-fed a litter of seven flea-covered kittens (after we killed their fleas!). I imagine a mother planning out her kits future from the moment she sees them, finding all of these hopes and dreams for them suddenly coming to life as she sees them for the first time.

Please review and tell me how it was!