Warrior Cats and Reader oneshots

Hawkfrost x expecting reader x Brambleclaw

[W/N = Your warrior name]

[F/C = Your fur color]

[E/C = Your eye color]

You weave around cats from all Clans, your E/C eyes bright with worry. An apprentice nearly tumbles into you, but you leap back to avoid them.

"Watch it!" You hiss, startled.

The apprentice blinks at you before muttering a "sorry" and bounding away.

Shaking out your F/C pelt, you continue to make your way through the ocean of cats. A brown tabby tom with amber eyes makes his way over to you.

"Hello, Brambleclaw," You greet the ThunderClan deputy, nervousness lacing your mew.

He frowns. "What's wrong?"

"We need to talk. With Hawkfrost. Alone," You meow, shifting your weight.

Brambleclaw nods. He always takes you seriously. "I'll go get him. Go and wait in the meet-up spot."

You nod and attempt to run over to a sheltered area of the island, but can only swift walk. You then sit and wait. The two brothers you were waiting for then show up. You take a deep breath and blurt it out.

"I'm expecting kits."

The two stand there in shock.

"Wh-who's are they?" Brambleclaw stammers. He knew they weren't his. He knew that you knew they weren't his. You both wanted kits, but you didn't want to anger Squirrelflight, so you settled with loving each other from afar.

You and Hawkfrost also loved each other. He didn't have someone else in his Clan who loved him. But you couldn't be together. Why? Because you're WindClan. Brambleclaw is ThunderClan and Hawkfrost is RiverClan.

"Hawkfrost's," You meow, guilt seeping into your voice.

The two glanced at each other. They both know that they both love you. They both said you could choose whoever.

"I can't take care of them. I need one of you to take them. WindClan would never accept me as their clanmate if they find out I had kits with Hawkfrost," You whimper.

Brambleclaw rests his tail on your shoulder. "I can take them. I can say I found them and that could convince Squirrelflight to raise them."

Hawkfrost nods. "Mothwing can help you bring them into the world. I'm sure she'll help."

Tears prick the corners of your eyes. "Thank you," You sob, your words choking yourself.

One moon later...

Your shrill wails have decreased to low and exhausted groans.

"You're almost there, just two more," Mothwing assures you as Hawkfrost steadily laps at a kit sitting at his paws.

Tiredness begins to envelop you, beckoning you to enter the darkness of unconsciousness.

"Not yet," A familiar voice murmurs.

"Fidgettail?" You whimper, the voice of your dead littermate bringing you back down to Earth.

Brambleclaw shoves his muzzle in your face. "No. Don't die." He lifts his nose up to the sky. "Don't take her! Please!"

Hawkfrost stares at you, panic in his gaze. He turns to Mothwing. "She's too weak! Do something!"

"I'm trying!" Mothwing snaps. She pushes Brambleclaw away and shoves herbs in your mouth. You force them down.

"You're doing well. Just a little more. ...Now! Push!"

You heave as a spasm engulfs your body.