~Flashback~

Y/nstorm's P.O.V

I ran up to Whitestorm, eyes round and moony like they always were around him. "Whitestorm I have good news!" I mewed and he looked at me with bright amber eyes. ((if you choose to have white fur then all your kits have white fur. Three are girls. Three are boys. The boys have your eye color unless your eye color is also amber then they all look like exact copies of you and Whitestorm)) "What is it, Y/nstorm?" He asked excitedly, his eyes moony and happy. I led him to behind the nursery and sat down awkwardly. "I'm expecting your kits! Featherwhisker says I should have a minimum of five kits and a maximum of six kits! My stomach is going to get so big!" I purr and look at him, though his eyes showed great sadness despite the joy that lingered in his eyes. "Oh... You won't be able to come hunting with me anymore..." He said, his head dropping. " Hm? Yeah I will, silly! When I start recovering and get my strength back. I'll go hunting with you until they need more milk." He purred quietly before slowly walking away. He walked into Sunstar's den and came out with him a few heartbeats later. Sunstar called a meeting and I sat in the back. "Y/nstorm is expecting Whitestorm's kits! We must protect her at all costs! She will birth powerful warriors! It is written in the stars! I had a prophecy two moons ago! Six very powerful warriors will be born to a Clan of StarClan's choice! These kits will be our kits! Protect them with your lives if necessary!" He yowled. "These kits will rule this clan in peace and it will thrive under their leadership! Bluefur! Start teaching your daughter how to be a mother immediately! I want these kits to grow up living a life of luxury!" He howled before leaping down, his sunny bright fur shining as he padded over to me. "Y/nstorm please take care of these kits." He muttered. "They are ThunderClan's only hope I'm the dark days to come..."