This story is based on a cat I created on a random warriors creator, and he has SUCH a backstory, I NEED to write it down! Enjoy!

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In the dead of the night, the moonlight shone over the empty moor. The air seemed thick, muffling all of the sound. Suddenly, a screech filled the night. A sandy yellow tom burst over the ridge and hurled himself towards the barn at the edge of the grassland. He bounded up the hay and wormed his way in through a hole near the roof. From the rafters, he glimpsed a she-cat with reddish-brown fur, her belly swollen with unborn kits, squirming and shrieking in pain.

"Blaze!" the tom exclaimed. He bounded down from the rafters to the she-cat. "Your kits are coming early!

The she-cat rolled in pain, and fixed the tom with a glare. "You think?" she spat. "Sandwhisker, nothing gets through that thick skull of yours!" She yelped as her stomach rippled. "Help!"

"I'm here, you'll be okay," Sandwhisker promised. He looked up, then bounded across the barn. He returned with a branch in his jaws. "Bite this when the kits come," he instructed.

With a screech of pain, Blaze shot forward and grasped the branch in her mouth. Her belly rippled, and a kit slid out onto the floor.

"You're doing fine!" Sandwhisker promised, freeing the first kit. "You can do this!"

"No, I have more chance of becoming a twoleg!" Blaze gritted her teeth around the stick. She strained, puffing in pain, and another kit came.

"I think you're done, "Sandwhisker mewed after a long moment. "Two kits? That's amazing!"

"Yes, it-" Blaze broke off with a screech as her belly undulated again. She strained one last time, and her last kit slid to the floor.

"Three kits!" Sandwhisker gasped. "That's amazing!" He licked Blaze's ear, and whispered,"Our kits are beautiful, just like their mother."

Blaze let out a soft purr. "What should we name them?"

Sandwhisker gazed down at his kits, then mewed, "You should name them."

Blaze studied the kits. "I want to name this one Winona, after my mother." She flicked her tail at the only she-kit, a red and brown tabby. "And this one should be Jasper, after my brother." Her tail rested on one of the toms, who was brown with white patches.

"How about you name the last one?" She looked up at Sandwhisker.

"Sure," he meowed. He crouched down to examine the last kit. The little tom had his ginger fur, and one white paw, like his mother.

"Hawk," he mewed after a moment. "I want at least one of them to have a clan name." He purred and licked Hawk's little head. "You will grow strong, my little warrior."

He watched his kits squirm next to Blaze, whose face was alight with joy. "Blaze," he murmured," I have to go." He hesitated, then mewed,"I think we should stop meeting."

Blaze looked up in surprise. "But why?" She asked. "We need you!"

"My clan is suspicious," Sandwhisker meowed shamefully. "Longstar banned me from going out. I'm breaking the warrior code by seeing you!"

"Then, stay with us," Blaze mewed. "The kits can't grow without their father!"

"Well, they'll have to!" Sandwhisker mewed roughly. "I don't want it to be this way, but it has to."

He leaped back up to the hole in the roof. Just before he reached it, he turned back and yowled, "I'll never forget you!" He saw Blaze with their kits, looking heartbroken. Before he could regret it, he jumped through the roof.

As he raced back to the moor, he heard a forlorn wail from the barn. I'm sorry, Blaze, he thought, but it's for the best.

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Well, I hope you enjoyed the prolouge! Please review and tell me if I should continue!