A Difficult Love: Reedwhisker x reader

Raising kits

The title tells everything! 

You were made a warrior named Y/W/N and Reedpaw became Reedwhisker, Hawkpaw became Hawkfrost, and Mothpaw became Mothwing, training to become a medicine cat. Y/B/N and Y/S/N sadly died before they could be warriors. You, of course, were sad.

You are now mates with Reedwhisker, with Leopardstar's protection. Hawkfrost, of course, was jealous and angry. Now, you were nursing two cute kits named Mistkit, after Mistyfoot, and Spotkit. Mistkit is a black she-kit with Y/F/C stripes, and Spotkit is a Y/F/C she-kit with black spots. 

You raise your head to see Reedwhisker bring some water. Your two kits were curled up, suckling. 

"Hey," Reedwhisker mewed softly, dropping the moss. You gratefully lapped at the water, sucking it like a kit. 

"Hi," you say, smiling at your mate, "How's warrior duties?"

"Hawkfrost is always trying to bother me," Reedwhisker said, purring, "Always pestering to see our kits. Me and Leopardstar and Mistyfoot never let him."

"What about Mothwing?" you ask.

"Mudfur takes care of you," Reedwhisker replied, "He lets Mothwing get herbs and stuff, but he always brings it into the nursery."

So that was why you never smelled Mothwing in the nursery! You felt relieved and nuzzled your two adorable kits.

"Leopardstar let me off patrols today," Reedwhisker purred. 

"Great," you murmur, nuzzling your mate. The black tom curled his strong, sleek body around you, and you fell asleep.

"Y/W/N!" a voice woke you.

"Crookedstar!" you exclaim happily.

"We're so glad you're here," another voice said.

"Y/Mo/N!" you cry.

"Do you know where you are?" a third voice asked.

"Am I in StarClan, Y/B/N?" you ask.

"Correct," a fourth voice purred.

"Y/S/N!" you cry.

Y/Mo/N, Y/B/N, and Y/S/N crowded around you, their pelts sparkling with stars, as Crookedstar watched.

"Leopardstar is happy," the former RiverClan leader mewed.

"Yes," you reply, smiling and dipping your head. 

"We and you have seen Hawkfrost around you, right?" Y/B/N asked.

"Yes," you reply.

"I speak for all of us," Y/S/N said, nodding towards Y/Mo/N, Y/B/N, and Crookedstar, "Beware of him, Y/W/N. He is the son of Tigerstar. Leopardstar doesn't want to admit that......she was an ally of his once. She doesn't want you to hate her. But we want to protect you. We are your actually kin, your blood kin. Leopardstar and Mistyfoot care for you like foster mothers, but they aren't your blood. We will do everything to protect our family. That includes Reedwhisker, Mistkit, and Spotkit. Perchkit, Primrosepaw, and Pikepaw were too young to die. They should be warriors like you."

"Are they here?" you ask, "Are Perchkit, Primrosepaw, and Pikepaw here?"

"We are," Perchkit stepped out, his black fur glimmering with stars. He was followed by Primrosepaw and Pikepaw.

"We miss Mistyfoot and Reedwhisker so much," Pikepaw whispered.

"We're glad he found such an amazing mate," Primrosepaw added.

"You're my kin now," you say softly.

"We are," Perchkit purred.

"Tell Mistyfoot and Reedwhisker we are safe and well. Beware, we say again, beware of Hawkfrost," Pikepaw warned.

"I will," you say.

"We love you," Y/S/N said.

"I love you too," you say. 

"Take care of Mistkit and Spotkit," Y/Mo/N adds.

"I will."

"Go back," Crookedstar said, nodding. 

Your family, Reedwhisker's (and your) kin, and Crookedstar faded away, and you woke in your nest, with Reedwhisker lapping at your fur. 

"Reedwhisker?" you say.

"Yes, my dear?" Reedwhisker answered.

"I saw them," you whisper.

"Who?" Reedwhisker asks, licking your ear fur.

"Perchkit, Primrosepaw, and Pikepaw," you answer.

"Let me get Mistyfoot," came the answer, and the warm fur disappeared. Mistkit woke, and began suckling, Spotkit soon doing the same. 

"What's this about seeing my kits?" Mistyfoot crashed into the nursery, making Mistkit and Spotkit whimper, and tuck closer to you.

"I saw them, in StarClan," you answer.

"Are they well?" the deputy asked anxiously.

"They are fine, Mistyfoot!" you say, "They want you to STOP grieving and worrying, and focus on your deputy duties. 

"Good," Mistyfoot murmured.

"Go to sleep," Reedwhisker mewed, licking your ears.