Warriors: if Wishkit and Hopekit lived

Prologue

Yellowfang held herbs firmly in her jaws, being careful of not squeezing the juice out of the plant by sinking her teeth into it.

Yellowfang then ventured out of Shadowclan camp, dodging warriors crowding the floor, it buckled her legs uncomfortably.

She came across a dark tabby tom with multiple patches of his ragged coat ripped off.

"What are you doing, and where are you going?!" He snapped, Yellowfang gazed at him, he wasn't the fluffy young tom anymore, but battered

and scarred. "Its none of your business Raggedstar!" She meowed, he sneered, "me and Foxheart have to set a patrol, we have our eyes on you."

Yellowfang stiffened, "what do you mean?" A bright ginger she-cat slipped from the shadows, "your apprentice has been working all day

without you, and me and Raggedstar can't bear to see his pads crack, we just feel so bad, isn't that right dear Raggedstar?"

"that's not happening, Runningpaw is just fine working, he actually enjoys it!" Yellowfang argued crossly.

Raggedstar rolled his eyes, "Foxheart is telling the truth, we see Runningpaw working too hard when he's far too young."

"out of my way you two, I have to go."

"go where?!"

Yellowfang ignored Foxheart's question, "she really is a fox heart." She mumured to herself.

Pain hollowed her chest, she buckled her knees to force herself down, my kits are coming! She guessed Raggedstar didn't care about her

anymore, considering he didn't even bear to come with her to find herbs, and he ignored her in the gathering.

A surge of deep pain stung from ears to tail tip, she pushed lightly, hoping no kit would be injured during the process.

A few moments later she squeezed a little harder as more pain made her gulp, A small kit wriggled its way to the soft moss.

Yellowfang took a second to gaze at her kit, it was cream colored with tiny gray paws and a stream of more gray rippled down her chest to her

underbelly. The dark she-cat pulsed even harder as an almost stabbing pain rippled her body, A huge, long-haired kit lay in the nest comfortably.

Yellowfang stretched her muzzle to gently nudge him next to her, before she knew it, he wailed in anger and struggled to reach back to the spot.

Her face turned pale as more pain rippled her belly, she held her breath to let the kit free, this time this kit looked exactly like her mother

Brightflower, the same pale orange tabby pelt, and dark amber eyes.

After all of her kits were in the world, ready for their first steps, Yellowfang's body felt like a huge soar, she winced as the eldest kit lay next

to her helplessly, suckling eagerly to receive milk, its siblings joined it, Yellowfang scented a she-cat in her, while her largest kit was a tom,

and the last kit was another she-cat, the tom will be named Brokenkit, while the cream she-cat with be known for now as Hopekit, and the last one

will be called Wishkit, I hope all three of them the best, I ask you Starclan to guide these kits on their journey, please.... She pleaded, she had hoped

Starclan would hear and accept her.