Warriors: The Return Of The Greatest Heroes

44. Hollyleaf's Expecting Kits?

Hey, guys! I'm just going to tell you that I'll try to make my chapters longer, so this will be counted as my first attempt. The chapters just might be updated a little bit later than usual.

Anyway, I just want to tell you that this chapter has a really weird/surprising (however you interpret it) ending.

Drumrolls, please!

Bluefur and Oakheart were returning from hunting together when they saw her. They knew that Clovercloud had kitted, but they haven't seen the actual kits yet. What they saw shocked them. More reborns, and one of them shocked them straight to their cores; someone they haven't seen in ages. Someone who probably would have made a great warrior if she had a chance to grow.

Mosskit.

They erupted in immediate purrs, rushing over to the newborns.

"Bluefur!" even in StarClan, Mosskit had a habit of calling her by her warrior name.

"Bluestar," Swiftkit's and Cinderkit's eyes widened considerably. "We don't know how many of us are there..."

They traveled behind the nursery.

"Many," Oakheart answered grimly. "And some of them aren't from StarClan; a fairly decent portion of them belong to the Dark Forest. One didn't even go to StarClan or the Dark Forest; he's Littlepaw of RiverClan. Fortunately, we managed to convince one of the Dark Forest reborns onto our side."

Cinderkit growled. "And you don't know if they are just spying on us?"

"She has an extreme crush on Whitestorm." Bluefur told her seriously. "There is no way that she is a spy; her name is Mapleshade."

"Mapleshade," the gray she-cat's claws unsheathed and tore into the ground.

"We're serious!" Oakheart stated. "You should have seen her get close to Whitestorm."

Swiftkit took charge. "Who else are here?"

"Can you clarify? ThunderClan or all the clans?" the blue-gray warrior questioned.

"All the clans," Swiftkit responded after a moment's hesitation. "To know what we're dealing with."

"There may be someone I'm forgetting, but I'll try my best." Bluefur looked deep in concentration. "Well, there are you guys, Cinderkit, Swiftkit, and Mosskit. There are us, Oakheart and Bluefur. Fireheart, Silverstream, Sandstorm, Dustpelt, Ravenheart, Hollyleaf, Whitestorm, Graystripe, Yellowpaw, Jayfeather, Ashstar, Cloudtail, Tallpaw, Leafpaw, Crowpaw, Mapleshade, Tigerclaw, Hawkfrost, Thistleclaw, Brokentail, Moonpaw, Squirrelpaw, Bramblepaw, Tawnypaw, Featherkit, Brookkit, Littlepaw, Dovepaw, Ivypaw, Lionpaw...and I think that's it."

"But we outnumber them, right?" Mosskit inquired, determination in her eyes.

"Yeah, but they have sneakier ways. Their original plan was to make Fireheart go insane and basically take over his soul in order to kill off the heart of ThunderClan." Oakheart looked partially grossed out.

Cinderkit's tail went to cover her mouth, but this is what she said. "So, Lionblaze?"

"RiverClan," the oldest tom winced. "Sorry."

The gray she-cat's tail drooped.

"But don't let that stop you!" Bluefur flicked Oakheart with the tip of her tail. "I mean, that never stopped us, did it?"

"Good point!" that cheered Cinderkit up.

"So," Swiftkit cut in, "Is the Firestar-heart situation taken care of yet?"

Oakheart winced again. "That, we don't know. We are taking turns watching him; Sandstorm usually does it, though," he started to purr.

"Well, they were mates," Cinderkit shrugged.