The reviews have made it official! We will have P.O.V changes every five chapters! :D

Now, for the winner of the cutest couple contest...

IT WAS A TIE! *Emotional gasp*, not enough of you voted! I will make the final decision, then...

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THE WINNER IS DRAGONxSUN!

(Sorry I didn't reply sooner but anyways): Crickett5, I can't use Stormkit as one of Shadowstar's kittens, sadly. Because one of the Clans is called StormClan itself. But I can rename Stormkit and make him into another kit with the same personality, gender and fur color :)

Message to Fans:

I am so thankful you guys all reviewed 40+ times :) It means a lot, and I want to thank all of you. Do you think we can get the reviews up till 50? We can try, can't we? :D

ONTO DA STORYYYY!

Shadowstar watched Gorsepaw trudge around Camp, he seemed tired and worn out. But she understood why Willowfeather was forcing him to only clean out dens, it would help him with patience and help him with his senses; as he would need that in battle since he was blind. Though he would be made a Warrior after his litter mates, it was worth it. She strode out of her den before dropping to the ground. Her stomach rippled with pain and she gritted her teeth as waves of nausea passed through her. Heatherfoot leaped up calmly, passing Shadowstar a stick and raspberry leaves. "You are having your kits." She told the Leader.

"FireClan, attack!" A yowl sounded right outside of Camp. Dragonfeather had returned with his Apprentice behind him after hearing the scream. Shadowstar gasped for air as Heatherfoot gently tugged her into the Medicine den and to safety away from the battle happening between the Clan.

Oakstar trampled into NightClan territory, his Clan racing behind him. Dragonfeather's eyes grew wide at realization, I have to fight Sunsky?!

Oakstar pounced at Redstorm and bowled him over, raking his claws down the toms flank. Icemask leaped at Mistpaw and tussled with her, throwing her to the ground and knocking her out before leaping Blackpaw. Dragonfeather leaped over to Mistpaw, to help take the bleeding she-cat away from anymore danger. Her head was bleeding at the back and her muzzle was scarred, her nose slit in half.
Gorsepaw pounced over, ready to tackle any coming opponent away from his injured Clan mate. He turned away and leaped over to Shadowstar, beginning to protect the kitting Queen. Redstorm slashed wildly at Oakstar's eyes and face before wriggling out of reach and towards Shadowstar. His body leaked with blood and he seemed to be limping as he came over to help protect his mate as she kitted.

Dragonfeather left Mistpaw in Heatherfoot's care, darting away towards Badgerfang, who was attacking Firelight. He knocked Badgerfang away with a hefty blow to the head before leaping at the tom and scoring his claws down his stomach. Badgerfang staggered to his paws, leaving a gash on Dragonfeather's shoulder before pouncing away from reach of the Clans and into FireClan territory. Dragonfeather huffed as blood trickled off his shoulder and down his leg. He turned away from the others and rammed into Acornstrike, a FireClan she-cat, pinning her down to the ground. He snapped at her shoulder and gripped it, blood filling in his mouth. He winced at the awful taste but sunk his teeth down on his opponents body. Acornstrike shrieked in pain and writhed out of reach. Hatred flashed in her eyes and she lunged for his neck. Dragonfeather's eyes widened in horror and he dodged, before smacking the she-cat on the cheek, "NO KILLING!" He gasped, astonished. The she-cat growled, the side of her face dripping rapidly with blood. She backed away, tail in between her legs, hissing loudly. Her hind leg slipped on a rock that struck out of the ground and she slipped into a lake under the rock. The lake wasn't very deep, but the FireClan cat hadn't seemed to notice. Her screeches left bubbles at the top of the water as she lashed around helplessly. Dragonfeather pounced forward and stuck his head into the water to save her, before the bubbling had vanished, leaving Acornstrike's body laying limp in the water.

"Dragonfeather, help!" Firelight's voice broke into his thoughts of the horrible thing that had just happened. He turned away and dashed over to Firelight's side, she was being cornered on one of the walls of the Warriors den. Three FireClan cats circled the former Queen, who had almost forgotten all the training that had happened before she had, had kits. He leaped forward at one of the FireClan cats, thrusting the tom he had gripped to the ground. He slashed at the FireClan toms face and ripped at his back.

"D-D-Dragonf-feat-ther..." Firelight's voice gurgled. Dragonfeather turned around, releasing the tom he held from his grip and letting his race away. Firelight lay on the ground, her neck slit straight open as blood bubbled out of her throat. She flailed her paws helplessly as if to help her before her eyes shut with one rasping breath.

Dragonfeather's eyes narrowed in anger. He whipped around at the she-cat and tom who had attacked her. He recognized the cats, Goldenleaf and Yarrowstone... He leaped at Goldenleaf and slammed her into the ground, she yowled in pain as he shredded the fur off of her body. Yarrowstone's eyes widened in fear and he tried running away, before Dragonfeather catapulted after him, taking a soaring leap off of Goldenleaf's body. He landed on Yarrowstone's back, and with his weight, ended up dropping the tom to the ground. He sliced viciously at the FireClan tom and ripped chunks of his fur out of his body. He placed gashes in the toms body before letting Yarrowstone run after Goldenleaf, away from Camp.

"Someone, help!" A shriek sounded. Heatherfoot!

Dragonfeather whipped around, racing over to the Medicine cat. She sat by Shadowstar, soothing the Queen as she kitted. Dragonfeather glanced to the entrance of the den, where Redstorm and Oakstar tussled. Dragonfeather pounced forward to help and landed onto Oakstar, placing scratches onto the leader, sending blood erupting from the gashes and wounds. Redstorm slipped under Oakstar and whipped at the Fireclan leaders hind legs, making him trip. Oakstar screeched in pain and twisted away. "We aren't finished with this battle. NightClan doesn't deserve their home in the forest!" He spat before pouncing away, though lashing a strike out at Redstorm before bounding away. "FireClan, retreat!" He yowled into the air before pounding out of the territory and across the border.

"We did it, Redstorm! We drove Oakstar away!" Dragonfeather cheered. Redstorm stared dully at Dragonfeather, her opened his jaws, only for blood to dribble out. The Deputies body convulsed and he dropped to the ground, revealing a strike on his neck. Blood poured out of the wound, leaving a pool of blood around the tom, who had risked his life for his mate. He ripped at the ground, his claws tearing up chunks in the soil. He was dying...

Shadowstar meowed weakly from the Nursery, "Redstorm, please don't go!" She cried. Redstorm coughed, "S-Shadowstar... I saved... You..." He gasped for air. "The kits... Will... Be perfe-ect..." He rasped, his body twisting around as he forced himself to gulp down more air. The blood stained his fur as he rolled over, revealing red splattered across his solid white fur, blending in with the red streak along his back. "C-Can you name one kit... Aspenkit? Please..."

"Redstorm, why?" Shadowstar asked before cutting off into another seizure of pain.

"Because... Aspenkit was... my-" Redstorm was cut off when his eyes glazed over, and his body stopped twitching. The blood at his neck still dribbled slowly, expanding the puddle around the noble Deputy.

"Redstorm, no!" Shadowstar wailed, but it was too late, he didn't hear anything anymore. The brave Deputy, was dead.

Shadowstar sobbed, turning away from everyone as her kitting finished. "He never got to finish telling me..." She whispered to herself.

Realization struck Dragonfeather with a pang. Oakstar had killed Redstorm before he left! That was against the Warrior code!

Shadowstar licked her kits and squeezed them against her body. They would never have met their father. But would hear tales about the fierce tom. She took a shaky breath before beginning to name the kits. Her tail flicked towards a pure white she-kit with a black tail. "Blackkit..." She murmured, before gesturing to a white she-kit with black paws and a black tip-tailed. "Cloudkit." She decided, before turning to a silver tom, he hadn't mewled this whole while, giving the idea of the name for him. "Silentkit." She murmured, remembering her father once she had said the name. "Mintkit." She decided for the gray and white she-kit. She took another breath as she turned to her other kittens. "Creekkit." She announced for the tortoiseshell she-kit. She turned to her other three kits. "Ravenkit." She gestured with her head to the jet black tom with one white paw."Mintkit." She decided for the gray and white she-kit. And the last, "Jaykit." The white furred tom with black stripes. (OMG I FORGOT ASPENKIT *Gasp!*) Shadowstar glanced to her side as she heard a mewling. A ninth kit? I never had a ninth kit... She nosed the kitten forward. He was small. Smaller than the rest of the litter. He had a ginger pelt with a white chest, underbelly, paws, tail-tip and muzzle. "Aspenkit." She finished. The tom mewed once more before cuddling up with his other litter mates. (Oh my god. Nine kittens. Is that even possible?) Shadowstar rested her head on her paws with a sigh.

I'll miss you, Redstorm.

I will always miss you.