"SIlverpaw? Are you alright?" a ginger tom curls his tail around his mate, a silver she-cat named Silverpaw "No i'm not Foxpaw! What do you think?! I'm currently having your kits!" the medicine cat, Whisperleaf pushes Foxpaw aside "Go outside! Your only in the way here! Why did you two even decide to have kits!? Your only apprentices!" Foxpaw looks at the ground, ashamed that he could not deny the statement. He walks outside.

*after the birth*

Whisperleaf walks out of the nursery, greeting Foxpaw with a sad look "Foxpaw, only one of your kits survived." Foxpaw shoots up at the news "What about Silverpaw?! She is okay right?! Whisperleaf shakes her head "She is still alive, but not for long. Go ahead and see her." Foxpaw nods, and runs into the nursery.

"Foxpaw?" "Silverpaw! you're okay!" the silver she-cat is curled around four tiny bodies, only one of them moving. Foxpaw sits beside her, softly licking her ear "What do we name them?" Silverpaw turns her head towards him, green eyes hazy and unfocused "How about Nightkit, Moonkit and Herbkit for the she-kits, and Reedkit for the little tom? To remind you of when we became mates, by the river, getting herbs for Spiritleaf, at night, while the moon was watching over us..." Silverpaw sighs, thinking back to that night always made her heart flutter.

She lays her head between her paws "Foxpaw, i want you to know, me and our other kits will always be with you. I will take care of them in StarClan, i just hope you will take care of Moonkit..." she curls her tail around Foxpaw's, letting out a soft purr "Take care of her."

her tail falls limp as her eyes close "Silverpaw?" Foxpaw gently nudges the body of the silver apprentice "I'll miss you..." he picks up the body and walks to the center of camp, where he puts it down and walks back into the nursery, bringing all his kits into the center, where the other cats sit, watching him.

The queen with the youngest kits walks up "Should i take her?" she asks, pointing her tail at Moonkit, Foxpaw lets out a low growl, shoving Moonkit towards Swanfeather. Swanfeather picks up her grantdaughter and walks back towards the nursery "Pricklekit! Lionkit! Dovekit!" she calls out, her kits come running to her "What is it mother?" "This is Moonkit, she is now your adoptive sister."

Lionkit twithes her tail "But mom, Foxpaw never told you Moonkit's name, and we went back into the nursery once Silverpaw's body got caried outside, so how do you know it? And how does Foxpaw even pick up a cat that is around the same size as him without struggling or draging?" Swanfeather stops licking Moonkit for a second "Sorry Lionkit, what did you say?" Lionkit sits down by the nest, her tail curled around her paws "I asked if we could go outside and play?"

Swanfeather nods, lying down in her nest with Moonkit by her side, she watches as Dovekit and Lionkit tumble outside, then turns towards Pricklekit, who is looking at Moonkit "Pricklekit? Is something wrong?" Pricklekit lets out a purr "I like Moonkit! And hope that won't change while we are apprentices!' Swanfeather looks at her son blankly "What?" "Nothing! See you later mom! Bye Moonkit!" Pricklekit shouts out, chasing his littermates.

(Did you like? Is Moonkit not mary-sue enough? Tell me what you think of the story in the comments!)