I AM SO MAD RIGHT NOW! I was halfway through this chapter and my computer glitches out and I lost all of my work XO

Anyways, so, so sorry this chapter took so long, I didn't have wi-fi at the beach

SO ENJOY and be lucky I didn't get so angry I threw my computer across the room… I almost did -.-''

*Per request, more TroutxEmber*

Emberwing woke with the usual aches and pains in her head and stomach. It had been six sunrises since she had become a warrior; six sunrises since Troutclaw and her had become mates. Troutclaw shifted beside her, and she purred as his body twitched as if he was hunting in his sleep. Again, she felt another surge of affection for the brown haired tom. Thinking back on It, Emberwing was truly lucky that he was her mate. Troutclaw was one of the few younger male toms; he could've easily wooed any she-cat in Riverclan to be his mate. To tell the truth, Emberwing would've been content watching him from afar, but the fact that he also contained feelings for her was almost unbelievable. Being with him every day was like a dream, especially when her nights were becoming her own growing nightmare.

Troutclaw twitched again, his claws flitting in and out as a grin pulled at his sleeping jaws. With a flick to his sleeping body, Emberwing smoothly evaded the tails, paws, and the occasional ear of her fellow warriors on her way out of the den. The weather had let up some, allowing the thin coating of snow that had coated everything to melt and leave behind frigid puddles and break some of the ice on the river, but it was still far from comfortable weather for short-hairs like her. The fresh-kill pile was rarely greeted with a smile since they had begun to add mice to it, but it kept their ribs from showing and sickness from creeping in, which is all Emberwing cared about at the moment. And as much as the four fast-growing kits claimed it to be, mice didn't taste like fox-dung. There had actually been one point during their tantrum where Robinflight had broken down and threatened to take them to taste actual fox-dung so they would be grateful for the mouse. They were always quiet when they ate, now.

She shivered again, telling herself to suck it up against the claw-like winds that seemed to breed in the shallow dip where she was standing, but she leaned instinctually into the warmth and familiar smell of Troutclaw as he padded up next to her.

"Do you want to go out and see if we can find anything for the pile?" Troutclaw, ever since leaf-bare had started, was very tense when it came to the fresh-kill pile. He was always hunting in his spare time, and he was the last one to eat, taking the minnows or the skinniest, oldest bird on one else would touch. As much as the pile was half-filled with mice, his ribs were just barely visible in the right pose.

"Of course; that sounds wonderful." Okay, Emberwing knew she was stretching the truth a bit, but she didn't want to disappoint him by saying she has still aching from her pains that she hadn't told him about yet. They raced each other out of the entrance and to the river, where the fish were slowly coming back.

"I bet you can't stand to stay in to water for five heartbeats!" Troutclaw looked pumped up from the race, (which he –barely- won) and was looking like if Emberwing didn't take up the challenge, he would jump in just for fun.

"Yeah, I don't think I can…" Emberwing trailed off as she was given a two heartbeat warning: her pains weren't done with her today, yet. She had just opened her mouth to say something to Troutclaw when the first wave washed over her, and her legs buckled under her. Troutclaw stared for a moment at her twitching form, and he jumped into action, saying something about how he would be back in a moment with… Emberwing didn't catch the rest, her ears were ringing, drowning out whoever's name he had spoken. Her body felt hot and cold at the same time, and her eyes were washed out with flashes of black and white, they seemed to pulse and almost fight with one for another for dominance. Although her body was numb, she felt her limbs twitch uncontrollably. Emberwing was usually asleep when these bouts of pain and nausea racked her body, where the controlling power of the Darkforest robbed her of feeling of her sleeping body. She was more than lucky no cat had ever woken and witnessed her flailing around like her pelt was on fire.

"Ember….back…. brought…S… water…" Troutclaw's voice was almost overtaken by the ringing, and she only caught some of his fear-filled mew. She felt paws on her flaring belly, which was overcome with fire and snow. This continued for a few more fast-paced heartbeats before a fuzzy, cold object was pressed against her tongue, and she had no choice but to swallow, wincing through her blackened vision at the acrid taste. Another heartbeat and the black was bleeding from her vision, and she was full of pins and needles. Like a kit, she curled up in a tight ball, not responding to the frantic but loving licks of her panicking mate.

"What's wrong with her, Stormwater?!" she could finally hear past the ringing, and understood that Troutclaw had gone to grab the Riverclan medicine cat. Lately Emberwing hadn't seen the kind herb dealer, since he was testing Mistkit and here possibilities as his apprentice.

"Just give me a moment," he muttered, pressing his paws again to her belly, then her heart, which was racing.

"It seems," he began, sitting back with a huff from his rush over here, "That Emberwing is pregnant."

Pregnant? Emberwing? But these pains had been going on long before she and Troutclaw had gotten together… but this bout was different; more focused on her belly than her head.

Wait.

KITS?!

She started to panic.

NO, she yowled in her head, not kits! Sure, she was more than thrilled, but think about the situation you're in, Emberwing! You are with evil forces! There will be a life-or-death battle just after your kits are born! You can't go against the Darkforest kits at your hips!

Emberwing was pretty sure she wasn't the only one there who was in their own world of shock.

Finally Emberwing did the deed! LoL XD

You guys like this chapter? I hope you did, since I typed it twice -.-

QUESTION OF THE DAY!: comment how many kits you want Emberwing to have, the genders, colors, and (if you want to) a brief personality of them! WILL USE THE ONES I LIKE THE BEST IN THE KIT POLL SOO TO GO UP! I will give you guys THREE DAYS! Happy brain storming, and remember: you may be the one to name them! *proper thanks and name showing will be excited, of course!* A.K.A you will get credit for the names.

GOOD LUCK! Till next time,

Emberfall, queen of somewhat good cliffies! 3