A/N Hello! This is my first Warriors fic (obviously) but I hope I do well! Not much to say, but this will be an average story, and I wish that you will enjoy and… on with the show!

This is before Fireheart came, but during Bluestar's reign as leader. So don't claw me about the time thing::ducks: I also made up a few Clan characters. I have my Warrior role-play charrie in here… dare you to guess who! Oh, and slight spoilers for the third book!

Disclaimer: Fear me, I am the mighty Erin Hunter!

(Real Erin Hunter sics cats on Shadowsong)

Me: AHHHHH::runs screaming: I don't own Warriors! Ahhh! Bad kitty!

(Begin Story)

The rain pounded down into the soft, springy green-leaf ground, and crashed through the fresh, emerald leaves. Redtail, the deputy of ThunderClan, stalked through the grasses after a pigeon he had been tracking for a while. After this kill, he would be free to get back to camp.

A weak, miserable meow sounded in the patch of ferns about seven fox-lengths away from Redtail. He froze- and suddenly saw his chance to attack the pigeon, who had also heard. Leaping, he caught the bird and bit it's neck, slaying it instantly. Dragging the bird in his teeth, he pawed through the ferns- and saw two shivering kits, a she-cat who looked about an hour out of labor, and a tom standing over the two kits, licking one of the kits rapidly. The tom was a light brown cat, with brown paws and tipped tail. The she-cat was black with cream paws and ears.

The male jerked his head up at the sound of the other cat, and stepped back in horror. "Redtail!"

"Rootpelt?" retorted Redtail in disbelief. "What in StarClan-" he started, then stopped.

Around the she-cat's neck was a kittypet collar.

Redtail stepped back some, the pigeon forgotten. "These kits… are they yours?" he asked, trying to keep the fear out of his voice. Rootpelt was one of his best warriors- and friends. They were apprentices together, and if Redtail had once thought about, if he became leader one day, that Rootpelt would be his deputy. Not that he wanted Bluestar out of the position- it was just a fantasy, one to think about in a dozed sort of way. The betrayal of his best friend with a kittypet…

Rootpelt hung his head and nodded, but then looked up. "What'll happen to them?"

Redtail quickly took charge of the situation. "We need to tell Bluestar. I'll go- give this pigeon to-" he trailed off, not knowing the kittypet's name.

"Peaches," said the she-cat softly. She sounded fine, for a cat just out of kitting- but tired.

Redtail nodded. "Peaches, you can take the pigeon for yourself. I know you're probably not used to fresh-kill, but it's right here." She nodded. The deputy swished his crimson tail in the air. "I'll go back to camp and fetch Bluestar- the rain's letting up, it will be easy to get back here."

Rootpelt gratefully licked Redtail on the shoulder. "StarClan go with you, Redtail."

Redtail dropped the pigeon in front of Peaches, and ran off into the forest, to find Bluestar.

StarClan was with him- the silver-furred leader was inspecting the front of the camp entrance when he ran up, panting. "Bluestar! You must come. Rootpelt is in the forest, with a kittypet, just had kits-"

Bluestar waved her tail in front of his face. "Take me," she ordered. "And quick, if it's kits!" Redtail saw a flash of grief in his leader's eyes-

Grief? It must've been the "kits" word- she had recently lost kits to a fox or badger- the clan couldn't tell. But it had hurt her, but did not make her less of a leader.

However, the deputy had no time to waste on thoughts. He turned and ran back into the forest, his leader following. Leaping over rotting tree stumps and dodging rocks that stuck up at odd angles, he hit the soft loam and ran on.

Finally, he arrived at the spot where Rootpelt, Peaches, and the two kits were. Skidding to a halt, he pushed back the ferns and showed Bluestar.

Her blue eyes scanned the scene, and settled on Rootpelt. "Are both kits alive?"

He nodded, still waiting for a reprimand, or anything. "Yes, Bluestar."

She padded around them, inspecting. "Both healthy looking, strong…" Her eyes settled on the mother, a tortoiseshell. A rather pretty one too, Redtail noticed. The sleek fur, even though plastered to her skin by rain, and the tabby stripes that wrapped her body and tail.

"Your name, kittypet?" asked Bluestar. Redtail was taken aback by the gentleness in her voice.

"Peaches," she said for a second time, but sounded stronger. The two kits snuffled, and squirmed, reaching for their mother. Letting them nestle against her, she looked up. "What will happen to my kits? Who will keep them?" she asked, not cowed by the three forest cats standing around her. "My housefolk will take them, but I want them to have a better life than me."

Rootpelt pleadingly threw a glance at Bluestar. Her cerulean eyes flicked from the warrior cat to the two kits, to Peaches, and to Redtail. "We will allow them in ThunderClan," she said slowly.

"Thank you, Bluestar!" said Rootpelt eagerly.

"But," she continued. "The clan will have to know their origins. And there will be no naming ceremony. The clan will- not might, will- be upset by half-kittypet kits. We shall not cause much uproar about them." Her eyes darted from the two kits and back. "What genders are they, Peaches? Do you know?"

She nodded. "The black one with dark brown tips is female, while the light brown with black tips is male." Her eyes scanned Bluestar, green and questioning. "Do you name them?"

Bluestar nodded, her thoughts drifting. She had to get to camp… and soon. "Yes…" she had two names in mind since arriving, and the moment she heard the words "kits". "The female will be Duskkit- the male will be Russetkit." She gave each of them a quick lick. "May StarClan be with you," she murmured, soft enough only they could hear. "Just like my kits."

She straightened. "Skyfur has given birth to only one kit- she can surely take two more," she announced slowly. "Rootpelt, when they are apprentices, you may take them to see their mother- but only in six moons!"

Rootpelt nuzzled his mate's flank. "Thank you Bluestar."

Peaches echoed him. "Thank you."

Redtail picked up a kit by the nape of his neck. The kit- Duskkit, he told himself- went limp; she had fallen asleep in his jaws. Rootpelt gently picked up the other, and gave one last look at Peaches, sorrow and joy at the same time clouding his eyes. "I'll come back," he mumbled through the wet fur of the new kit. "In six moons."

"I'll be waiting," said Peaches, laying on the ferns. "I just need to rest a while…"

"Rootpelt, I'll give the kit to Skyfur, you stay with Peaches until she is fit to go back to her Twoleg nest," ordered Bluestar, the leader once again. "I'll take Russetkit." She took the male kit from him, and with a flick of her tail to her deputy, they went back to camp.

(At camp)

Lionheart paced at the camp entrance. Both the leader and deputy gone, and no one to organize the patrols, he had done it himself- Longtail, Grassclaw, Mousefur, and Ebonstreak for the sun high patrol. He wondered what Bluestar would say, but hoped she would praise him for his initiative.

He sniffed the air- and smelt Redtail, Bluestar, and… two kits? With kittypet scent on them? Kneading the ground with his claws, he looked for them, and saw the two cats carrying a kit each, entering the camp.

Lionheart bounded up, curious. "Bluestar, I made the sun high patrol and sent it but- what in StarClan are you doing with two kits? Kittypet kits, it smells like!"

Bluestar turned to him, and mumbled through the fur, "Tell Skyfur that two kits are coming, and she'd better make room, fast!"

Lionheart ran to the nursery, and slowed down when he approached the entrance. "Skyfur? There are two kits coming, and Bluestar says to make room for them… quickly, Skyfur!"

"Yes, Lionheart." The sweet voice of the queen sounded out. Lionheart breathed a sigh of relief. He was respected for his maturity among the clan, but was not sure if everyone thought so. He turned around to see his leader and deputy padding up, and entering the nursery. Stepping inside, he saw the queen move slightly to accommodate the two new kits, who shifted to get to the queen's milk.

"Is this all right, Skyfur?" asked Bluestar.

The queen with such silvery fur it seemed sky blue nodded. "Yes, Bluestar. I'm sure Dirtkit will not mind." Her kit also moved to let the new kits in. The trio of cats suckled the milk, and seemed content.

"Thank you, Skyfur," said Bluestar, and she turned to Lionheart and Redtail. "Let's go, you two," she said, and Lionheart caught something in her voice, but couldn't tell what it was.

"We need to tell the clan about the two new kits. They will be curious, after seeing us walk around with them." The silvery-blue furred cat left, and the other two followed.

Bluestar stood on top of the Highrock, and called out, "All cats old enough to catch their own prey come to the Highrock for a Clan meeting."

Cats came in from the dens, fresh-kill pile, and simply from the camp itself, where they were gossiping and sharing tongues.

Bluestar nodded at Redtail and Lionheart. "As you may or may not of saw, Redtail and I recently came into the camp with two kits- Rootpelt's kits."

"But no queen in the nursery except Skyfur has kitted!" cried out a cat from the middle of the cluster. "Was it a rogue?"

"Rootpelt wouldn't take a rogue for a mate!" snapped another cat, a lean, muscular tabby warrior.

With a wave of her tail, Bluestar silenced the comments. "No, it was not a rogue. But these kits- they are half kittypet."

Yowls and meows of outrage came from the cats below, and calls rang out.

"Half kittypet? What was he thinking?"

"If it's not pure ThunderClan, then we should not take it!"

That last comment caused Bluestar to look down upon a strong-looking, dark brown tabby. "Tigerclaw? Your last comment… do you honestly think that?"

The young cat stepped forward. "I may be only a few moons a warrior, but I know a pure ThunderClan cat has loyalty- we can't have any half-loyalties in the clan!"

Bluestar shook her head. "I have already accepted these two new kits into ThunderClan," she said. "No more talk about this- this meeting is over." With a flick of her tail, she stepped off the rock.

Lionheart ran over, spilling out, "Bluestar, I organized a patrol- I sent Grassclaw, Longtail, Mousefur, and Ebonstreak-"

"Thank you, Lionheart," she said, but he could tell she was simply saying that- little thought went into it. "If any cat needs we I will be in my den." She left, leaving a confused Lionheart in the middle of the camp.

Bluestar settled in her den, thinking aloud, but softly. "What will happen to these half-kittypet kits, StarClan?" she asked aloud. "Let me know…" she ended, and fell into a sleep, awaiting a dream from StarClan to tell her more of these kits.

(End Chapter One)

A/N Well? How as that for a start? Now, I know that I added some warriors from the books, but that was to make it seem more… well, fan fiction-like. Plus, I wanted Bluestar in here, and all these other cats came with it.

I actually have a cat named Peaches (looks nothing like the one in here- she's a pure calico in real life) and she had two kittens in my room. Their names are Bullet and P.J (Peaches Jr.)- I named the male Bullet, and I forgot who named the female. But I love them, and used them as an idea for the story! (It fits even better because we don't know who the father is::cue mysterious music:

Don't ask how I'm going to fit the whole entire Bluestar thing with the leadership and what happens in the first book and all- just go with the story!

Please?

Read, review… and come back next chapter!