...That may or may not be continued. I was inspired by the warrior roleplays on this website and by Erin Hunter's Warrior's series.

This is about it. I get these sudden inspirations, then, poof...they're gone.

"Willowmoon..."

The gray tabby she-cat moaned in the warrior' den. Aches and pains had wracked her body for moons, and finally Starclan had told her the truth a moon ago. She asked them why she was still to sleep in the warrior's den. But her mother just smiled and shook her long-haired white head. "Don't let your kittypet blood distract you.." she said, ending their meeting.

From the fact that she was getting cramps and not supposed to be sleeping in the warrior's den this close to the special night, you may or may not have guessed that Willowmoon was going to have kits. And not just any kits. Flashstar's kits. Flashstar, as in leader of Fireclan, which lived across the river. Therefore, no one could know about these kits.

Willowmoon scrambled out of the den, using her tail to brush out the pawmarks she left behind. Making her away across the camp, she could barely spot starlight for the willows overhead. She limped out of the bramble tunnel that was the entrance to the Frostclan camp. She peered around for a spot that would be sheltered from prying eyes, and safe for a newborn kit. Finally Willowmoon settled in a hollow under the roots of a great oak that grew on the top of a hill near the camp. She closed her eyes and willed the kits to come.

The first was a black tom dappled with silver spots and orange paws. He squirmed feebly as Willowmoon licked his fur so it stuck up in spikes. The second was a pale brown tabby she-cat. The third was a slightly long-haired silver she-cat. Willowmoon pondered what she would do with the kits as they crawled to her belly to feed. Finally, the terrible realization came to her-none of these kits could stay with her in Frostclan. One would go to Fireclan, one would go to Mistclan, and the other...well, she had yet to decide what she would do with the silver she-kit.