Summary-Sandstorm has her kits. They are called Leafpool and Squirrelflight. Sandstorm is hiding something that no one will suspect. She has another kit. A kit that is thought to be dead. Her name was Firekit.

Pretend that New Prophecy didn't happen.

Disclaimer-I don't own Warriors. I made this up for my own joy in writing it and possibly the joy of others.

The Other Kit

Prologue

The new mother looked at her three kits. Two were healthy, strong kits. The other was weak, and barely survived the birth. The kit was fiery red, a perfect image of her father. The she-cat looked at the pile of herbs that the medicine cat had brought her. She smelled and odd scent coming from it, blackleaf. The medicine cat must have brought it by accident. The she-cat knew what she had to do. She pushed the leaf to her smallest kit, making sure that her other two were asleep. The kit inhaled the smell of the leaf, which caused her to fall unconscious. The mother lifted the kit and carried her out of the den, into the clearing of her camp. Her mate ran over to her. "What's wrong with our kit, Sandstorm?" There was worry in his eyes.

"She's dead, Firestar," the she-cat replied. It was painful for her to lie like that. "I'm going to bury her. Don't follow me. I need to do this alone."

Her mate nodded, and watched her leave.

The she-cat ran through the forest to the twoleg place. She could feel the kit starting to wake up, and was thankful that she was out of camp already. It would be hard to convince the clan that this was the best for her kit. Sandstorm reached the garden that Firestar had once lived in. Sandstorm licked her kit and left her in the twoleg garden, silently wishing to StarClan that the twolegs would find her. Sandstorm turned and ran from her kit, knowing that this was best for her.

The next day Sandstorm left her kits to see if the twolegs found Firekit. In the twoleg garden the place where she left her kit showed that the kit had been taken inside the twoleg house. The kit would be well cared for there. Sandstorm turned and went back to the camp. She hoped that the kit could be a warrior some day. She had a feeling like StarClan had a great destiny planned for her…

As Sandstorm came back to the camp the medicine cat, Cinderpelt, awoke from a terrifying dream that StarClan had sent to her. A glowing fire-lit pelt will become the most dangerous obstacle in the forest…and will kill the danger that faces every cat… A new prophecy had been given. When Sandstorm heard it, shivers went down her spine. Did this have anything to do with her third daughter?