Y/npaw's P.O.V

I looked up when I heard pawsteps and yowled a warning, immediately in a defensive line. I choked when I saw Whitestorm, his amber eyes glowing and he bounded over to me, nuzzling me. "Y/npaw come back to ThunderClan! I miss you!" He mewed like a kitten. "No. I belong in ShadowClan now." I mewed icily, flinching when I saw the pain in his eyes. I stalked out of camp and raised my tail high with a slight flick of my tail. I sat down by the ash tree and a few heartbeats later Whitestorm came crashing through the trees. "Look. I didn't mean to hurt you back there but I'm not going back to ThunderClan. I can't. I'm destined for greatness in ShadowClan. Moonflower even said so." I stroked his cheek with my tail. "But can't we still meet every moon so I know you're safe..?" He whispered. "That's against the Warrior Code." I reminded him. "Yes but I can't live without you..." I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my stomach and Moonflower appeared in front of me. "You knew you were expecting kits. They came with you, little one." She whispered, vanishing into thin air. My e/c eyes widened and I screeched in pain. Littlestorm, the medicine cat, rounded a corner a minute later with herbs as he checked me over. "Since when were you expecting kits?!" He asked anxiously. "I don't know!" I yowled in pain. "Well they're coming! Now!" He looked around, eyes wide with panic. Whitestorm raced back to the ShadowClan camp and came back with Sunstar and Featherwhisker who lightly lifted me onto Whitestorm's back. I groaned as they raced gently back to camp and slid me gently in a nest.

I moaned in pain and shuddered, a painful wave passing over me.

When I finished birthing my kits, I had given birth to six kits, I couldn't see straight, my eyes were dull and hazy. When I fell asleep, Moonflower looked at me, her sharp eyes determined. "You're not done yet Y/npaw. Get. Up." She growled and walked away. I blinked and I was back in the medicine den. I weakly wrapped around my kits and licked their fur the wrong way. They were all alive. I trembled. Three had my fur color and the other three had Whitestorm's fur color. A vole was plopped in front of me and I weakly nibbled it. "Can I get some water..?" I croaked. I couldn't be a mother. This would slow down my training and I was only an apprentice!

~Three Moons Later~

I watched my kits play in the clearing. I'd been given the right to have a warrior name and I'd requested to choose my own name.

(I'm gonna give you furries some choices.

Y/nflower
Y/nheart
Y/nstorm
Y/ntail
Y/npelt
Y/nstripe
Y/nfur
Y/nstream
Y/nclaw
Y/nfang
Or
Y/ncloud.
Whichever name gets the most votes. That's what we'll go with.)