The Firestar and Tigerstar show!

The Stork named Tigerstar

Firestar "Goldenflower! Really!?".

A golden spray painted tom was standing in front of Firestar. The cats were in a den made out of stars and stone and moss and some vines. It was small but warm and cozy.

"I'm not Tigerstar!" The tom said a flat so voice "I'm... Mothwing!".

Sandstorm, who was in the other room, was holding a bucket of water. She threw it on the tom. The paint melted on the floor. Tigerstar stood there, cold and wet and shivering.

"Cruel woman,".

Firestar sighed "Tigerstar, all you got to do is watch my wife while I'm working for Hollyleaf,".

Tigerstar thought about it "How much pay?".

"Twenty mouse tails,".

The brown tom jumped out, ran outside, then came back in wearing a brown T-shirt and pants "Ready for duty, sir!".

Firestar rolled his green eyes and kissed his wife "Be safe,".

Sandstorm nodded, her belly was swollen with kits. Firestar walked to a coat closet and got a green coat and opened a sand colored door and walked out.

"So," Tigerstar mewed "What do you want,".

Sandstorm smiled "Pickles dipped in honey and strawberries dipped in chocolate,".

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Tigerstar was regretting ever taking this job. Sandstorm was complaining of stomachs pains and was always hungry. She asked for pickles dipped in honey, strawberries dipped in chocolate, pancakes with bacon stuffed in them, apples dipped in caramel and sugar, and a diet caffeine free soda.

Sandstorm now was on the couch, moaning in pain. She wasn't aloud to take painkillers or any other medicine. Tigerstar was making her Hershey bar dipped in pickle juice when he heard a scream.

"Not now!".

Tigerstar dropped everything and ran to the living room. Sandstorm was in the floor.

"What's wrong!?" Tigerstar screeched.

Sandstorm yowled "My kits are coming!!!!!!!".

The battle scarred tom ran and got the home phone and called 911.

"911 wants your emergency?".

"My co-worker's wife is having kits!" Tigerstar yelled into the phone.

"Okay sir, the ambulance is on the way,". The answerer said.

"SHES HAVING KITS NOW!".

"Okay sir! Do want I say!".

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Firestar came walking in to a mess of a Hersey bar and honey mix on the floor.

"TIGERSTAR!" He yowled.

He walked into the living room with Sandstorm holding three kits in her arms. Tigerstar was on the floor asleep. Firestar walked in, slowly.

"I-is that o-our-".

Sandstorm nodded "Our kits,".

"One tom and two she-cats," Tigerstar mumbled, turning on a orange rug.

Sandstorm laughed "Let's name the tom, the yellow, orange, and red one, Blazekit,"

The tom wailed and turned on his side. Firestar nodded

"This gray she-cat Emberkit and his white-gray one Moonkit,".

Sandstorm and Firestar kissed each other and Tigerstar grunted in his sleep.

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Blazekit, Emberkit, and Moonkit are born! Please comment, vote, and follow! Swimy is outta here!