Many good ideas were given to me in the comments and I think I have my cats from the other three Clans ready to be born :) So here goes!

Littlecloud set a kit next to Pinenose and gave it a final sniff.

"They're healthy and strong, Pinenose," he confirmed happily, "They'll be fine additions to ShadowClan!"

Tawnypelt wiggled happily in the nearby nest where was licking all the residue off the second kit.

"They are perfect!" she said happily, she picked the black and white kit up and set it next to its brother, a bright orange kit. "This one looks like a little badger."

Pinenose nodded and nudged the kits closer to her belly.

"I've already decided he should be called Badgerkit," she said softly, giving the little tom a lick. "Scorchfur told me about an apprentice during the terrible time in the Old Forest when Brokenstar made kits into apprentices when they were still too young...Badgerpaw was killed in battle. It seems such a shame for a young kit to be killed and forgotten. He may LOOK like a badger, but his name means more than that."

Littlecloud nodded. He remembered those days very well, he had been one of the too young apprentices.

"I remember Badgerpaw," he said sadly, "You could not have chosen a better cat to honor."

"I may have," Pinenose said quietly, nudging the orange kit and looking up at Tawnypelt, "If you are ok with it, I want to name him Flamekit."

Tawnypelt went rigid, her eyes clouded with grief and pride.

"I would be honored," she finally whispered, "Thank you, Pinenose."

Silence fell on the nursery, the three cats swept away into their own minds, thinking of cats taken from them far too soon.

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Willowshine purred happily as the second kit finally made its way into the world, it immediately began crying shrilly.

"He doesn't seem to need much rubbing, does he?" Mothwing said as she began to lick the kit clean, "What a pair of lungs."

Minnowtail purred weakly as she looked at her kits with pride.

"Here's your firstborn," Willowshine said as she laid a gray tom kit next to his mother.

"And here is your rambunctious second son," Mothwing said as she placed the plump, brown tabby tom down.

"Thank you both so much," Minnowtail sighed as the kits began to suckle.

"Have you chosen names yet?" Mothwing asked excitedly, kits were her favorite thing about being a medicine cat.

"I have," Minnowtail replied, "I wanted to name them after lost members of RiverClan. The grey kit is Stonekit."

"I've heard the tales of Stonefur," Willowshine stated solemnly, "He died saving two RiverClan apprentices, Stormpaw and Featherpaw, from Tigerstar."

Minnowtail nodded sadly and then laid her tail on the chubby tabby kit.

"And this...is Tumblekit," she said quietly, her voice tinged with sadness. "My brother's name was Tumblekit. I dared him and Pebblekit to drink some green stuff by the lake when we first arrived here. We all drank some and we got terribly sick...but Tumblekit didn't make it. It was all my fault he died...I want my son to have his name."

Both medicine cats gave the new mother a comforting lick.

"Tumblekit and Stonefur hunt with StarClan now," Willowshine said softly, "You will see your brother again."

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WindClan was alive with activity as usual, but the biggest fuss was going on in the nursery.

Kestrelflight crouched over the moaning she-cat as he prepared for the kits to come. Furzepelt dug her claws into the ground and growled as she pushed hard against the pulsing contractions, a kit tumbled out onto the moss and the medicine cat immediately began licking the small face clear. The kit let out a squeal and he nodded to Furzepelt that her kit was alive and well.

The second kit followed and it was done. Two healthy kits lay by their mother as they happily drank their first meal.

"Congratulations, Furzepelt," Kestrelflight said happily as he watched the kits wiggle and push to get the best spot.

"They're beautiful, aren't they?" the she-cat said proudly, watching her kits with soft eyes. "I've already chosen names for them."

She licked the white and ginger tom.

"This is Gorsekit," she said quietly, "There was an apprentice in the old territories by the name who was killed by Tigerstar...just killed for no reason other than pure cruelty. He deserves to be honored and remembered, don't you think?"

Kestrelflight nodded, he had often heard the tale of how Tigerstar had tried to destroy all the Clans and he remembered hearing that name, Gorsepaw, in the story.

"And this is Stonekit," she nodded to the brown and grey mottled kit, "When ShdaowClan drove WindClan from the moors in the old territory there was a newly named warrior holding vigil with his sister, he was killed before he could even sound an alarm, his name was Stoneclaw. I don't know why but I was never able to forget that story...I always promised myself I would name my first tom kit after him."

Kestrelflight was touched by the she-cat's thoughtful choices of names, not named for looks but for the honor and memory of lost warriors of the past.

"Onestar will be pleased," he told Furzepelt, "He was alive during that time. I'm sure he remembers them both."

Furzepelt nodded and went back to nuzzling her new kits. It was a good night for WindClan indeed.

So there we go, I'm also thinking of bringing back Brindleface. She was killed far too horribly and young, I always liked her. What do you all think? Also I'd appreciate any ideas about what these cats' destinies are. Any good ideas are welcome :D