Hmm… did I put a disclaimer on chapter 1? I think I forgot… Oh well I will put one here.

I DO NOT OWN WARRIORS... BUT I OWN NETTLEFUR AND THE KITS! HA! WHAT NOW!

Chapter 4

Nettlefur raced through the bramble barrier and into the forest; shame radiated of her pelt like flames. She thought back to Clan meeting when Brackenstar had announced her secret. It was the single most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to Nettlefur. She remembered the shocked outbursts from the Clan, her family. She could still see Hawklily's face; who probably felt betrayed more than anyone else. They had turned their backs on her just like that, but Nettlefur would never forget the ways of her Clan. She would raise her kits to be warriors and they would find somewhere far off where they could start their own clans.

But she forgot one thing.

She had to name them! Her eyes widened. Oops. Nettlefur looked them over and dwelled on naming them. It had to be something meaningful. Something that reminded her every day of something good. These kits weren't burdens. They were blessings from StarClan and she needed to start realizing this.

She decided that she would name the white she-cat with silver mixtures Moonkit because she glowed like the moon.

The black tom would be Nightkit who represents how Nettlefur felt after Lionclaw disappeared and after Silvertail turned his back on her: empty like a night sky without stars to brighten it.

The creamy white-brown mixed tom would be Dreamkit who would represent the dream that this family now has.

And finally the oddest looking of them all: the black she-cat with white spots would be Starkit because she looked like the sky full of stars. The tiny she-cat would always remind Nettlefur of how wonderful it was when she and Lionclaw would sit in the clearing of the ThunderClan camp and watch the night sky every night. That way the memory would always shine like a thousand stars. This was a crazy idea and it probably would never happen, Nettlefur prayed, but StarClan be willing to let us try. Nettlefur wouldn't walk this road alone; she now had four kits to take care of.

She soon arrived at where she had hidden the kits and as she had guessed, they were hungry. They are so small, Nettlefur thought, how am I supposed to take them on the greatest journey of their lives? Would they all even survive the night? Nettlefur fed them to hush their cries. Where should they go now? They should stay here for the night and try to make the journey in the morning.

"Sleep well little ones," she cooed to them softly as the curled around them like a shroud and fell asleep.

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