"Kits are a precious gift, Spiderleg...You should take every chance you can to be a good father. It's even better than being a mentor."
—Leafpool to Spiderleg in Long Shadows, page 235

Rosethorn had been resting, curled around her two little ones, her breathing slow and gentle, as not to wake the two nestled into her belly, her son's fur ruffled from his constant turning in his sleep, while her daughter was still, her flank rising and falling in a rhythm that matched her Mother's.

The red-ginger tabby Queen was simply thinking, wanting to know what their eye colors shall be, maybe her son would have her pale green ones, and her daughter have her fathers amber ones, or may the other way or around, or possibly they both will have green, or both amber.

It was simple thoughts, but, her thoughts were stored away as she heard low voices filling the den protecting them.

Rosethorn had become use to Dapplefall's and Brightmist's conversations, both Queens weren't one to really gossip, they mainly shared the news they had heard whenever an apprentice, warrior, or one of the medicine cats in visited them.

But what they were speaking of peaked her interest.

"...it was rather strange, they must've spoken to Jaystar, but he shows no signs of telling any of us." Brightmist meowed, her usually calm and confident voice was being tinted with uncertainty, and worry edge it.

Interested even more at the mention of the leader, her eyes cracked open, the den that was surrounded by a honeysuckle bush, and any openings weaved with brambles, bracken, and anything in between, greeting her narrowed eyes.

"Jaystar has not mentioned anything to me, but when he visited me those four sunrises ago, he did seem more worried then usual."

The curiosity was killing the ginger she-cat, so she lifted her head, yawning to let her denmates know of her presence.

Despite the two being caught of guard by the yawn, they didn't seem to be to bothered by her.

"Oh, hello Rosethorn, good of you to finally join us." Brightmist meowed first, her tail tip twitching, and she shifted to her left side, the kits that were usually at her belly had gone to the elders den, with Lightpaw joining them.

Aspenkit was curled up between Honeykit and Stonekit, the two older kits often accompanied their foster sister everywhere, and since she was an entire moon younger, she still slept quite a bit, but the two didn't seem to mind one bit.

"What were you two talking about?" She wasn't going to hint about the subject, and the two didn't seem bothered by it at all, obviously use to her behavior.

"Its about Snowdust's and Lightpaw's visit to the Mooncave." Dapplefall answered, her voice hushed.

"What about it? Did StarClan have anything to say?" The she-cat was getting more curios now, stretching out her neck a bit.

The two exchanged a quick glance, and with a slight nod to Brightmist, Dapplefall turned to tell the younger she-cat.

"That is just it. We don't know, neither have said much." A frown dusted the red tabby Queen's face, a slight look of disturbance flashing in her pale green eyes.

"I'm assuming Jaystar hasn't said anything either?"

With shakes of their head, fear and worry began to crept into Redthorn's mind, and tensed.

"I'm sure its nothing to worry about! it was probably just something they needed to privately discuss about."

Brightmist reassured the two, though her own doubt was obvious showing.

Before the three could continue the conversation, three new scents and sound of pawsteps alerted them of somecat arriving, and Rosethorn realized by now the hunting patrols would be returning. Mentally scolding herself for getting caught up in the slight gossip, she looked to where Firekit was resting peaceful, having found a comfortable position and calmed down-though his messy fur showed he wasn't all that still-while his sister Owlkit face was scrunched up in either irritation and or fear, and Motherly instinct coming over her, the Queen licking her daughter's head, the little one relaxing soon enough.

"Is she doing alright?"

Caught off guard, Rosethorn eyes shot up, the fur on the back of her neck bristling before she saw who was before her.

Her mate stood before her, his thick fur slightly messy, but despite it he still held himself highly, his muscular and compact body combined with his rather tall height defiantly would make even the bravest rethink attacking him.

Yet Rosethorn wasn't intimated in the slightest.

"Of course, just having some unpleasant dreams, I think." The voice she held now was filled with more warmth, and what seemed joy at the sight of Tigershade, his amber eyes reflecting the emotions that were surrounding her.

With a relieved sigh, he bent down and nuzzled her, his big, broad head quite something compared to her smaller, angular, and compact one.

Though many say she is more hard headed then him.

The two let out purrs, Rosethorn's being more light, as Tigershade's was deep like a river, but smooth all the same.

Reluctantly, he pulled away, turning away as he picked up something, before dropping it before her, the curios she-cat blinking in surprise at the plump blackbird that lay limply, its wings neatly folded close to its body.

"A blackbird? Who caught it?"

She meowed, using her left paw to drag it a bit closer, and began to pluck at the feathers, her tall yet pointy ears perked in awaiting his answer.

"It wasn't me, I will tell you that. It was actually Blackwinb, lucky she-cat. She even earned praise from Grasstail." The tom meowed, settling himself down and tucking his paws under his big chest.

After taking a bite of the deceased flying creature and swallowing, Rosethorn shifted to be more on her belly rather then her side as she chuckled.

"Are you sure you are talking about Grasstail? Our deputy? The one who never talks ever." The Queen teased, her mate rolling his wide amber eyes.

"Yes, but its not surprise, Blackwing has been rather stubborn trying to get Grasstail to open up to her." Tigershade replied, and as Rosethorn went to reply—her eyes sparking mischievously—Flowepaw interrupted by clearing her throat, her green eyes gazing at her mentor patiently.

Rosethorn mentally scoffed, of course! She just noticed that Tigershade wasn't the only one to enter, Flowerpaw had went over to Dapplefall, giving the she-cat a nicely sized shrew, and Lightbreeze had given Brightmist a vole and a fat rabbit, promising to go and gather her kits up.

Tigershade met his apprentice eyes with his own burning amber ones, before sighing, and getting to his paws, noticing the flash of sadness in those green eyes that he loved the most, and gave Rosethorn an affectionate lick on her cheek, resting his forehead against hers.

"Promise we can talk longer tomorrow?"

She whispered, the tom giving a nod, before pulling away, leading his apprentice out of the nursery, the two others cats bounding out as well.

Sighing, Rosethorn laid her head on her paws, the slight regret throbbing in her chest.

The two had originally planned to not have kits-but Rosethorn saw through Tigershade, the tom wanted a family, but he had loved her to much to force her to agree with him.

A stab of pain hit her heart as she remembered knowing this fact, but still rejecting the thought of kits.

But it seemed StarClan didn't agree.

About two moons ago now, she had found out she was expecting kits, and the conflicting feelings she had experienced those three days were about the longest and most painful days in her entire lifetime.

But something had touched her on the third night, and she decided she would have the kits, and when she told Tigershade about it, she could practically drown in the joy and happiness he expressed.

The she-cat had stayed as a warrior for as long as she could before moving to the nursery.

Most find it boring, but Rosethorn found it entertaining, with a newborn Aspenkit, and two one moon old kits trying to run around with the much bigger three moon old kits known as Maplekit, Cloudkit, Dovekit, and Goldenkit.

Snowdust was interesting to say the least.

Rosethorn was never really close to Snowdust, but over the last moon of her pregnancy she had enjoyed the snarky medicine cat and her much more gentle and soft-spoken apprentice Lightpaw, the two balancing one and another perfectly.

As the Queen zoned out in her own thoughts, she didn't notice the two little ones at her belly starting to squirm, until she heard a mew of surprise.

Though I had left the pitch black darkness, I could only see black for what seemed a couple of days.

Over the time, I knew I had a Brother, Firekit was his name, and by the occasional muttering of my Mother—who's name ended up being Rosethorn—he had a flaming ginger pelt, and I am guessing that is the reason for his name sake.

The first couple days I was still confused and panicked, but when I thought about it, this all resembled the Warrior Cat books.

What, with the strange names, the fact that the she-cats known as Queens spoke of the den as the nursery, and when a young cat known as Lightpaw walked in discussing about certain cats called 'Warriors' and being labeled as the Medicine Cat Apprentice, it was kinda hard not to find out.

And that had also meant I was a cat.

Great.

I heard conversations and here and there, but not important enough for me to listen into or remember, and for the most part I ate and slept, and...the other, and it was cleaned easily enough.

Whenever Lightpaw visited, my Mother often told her how my brother, Firekit, was very adventures when he wasn't turning around in his sleep, but she also mentioned her slight concern over the fact I wasn't moving a lot unless I was awoken by a nightmare.

Yes. Nightmares.

They consisted mostly of me seeing my family crying over the loss of their child, my friends falling behind in school in worry and concern for my well being, and even worst, when I was killed.

Whenever I was killed in the dreams, it mostly consisted of being killed by another cat, which was another hint to me about my species.

This weird cat was blurry, and I could see, but at the same time I couldn't.

I saw the shape of it, but its fur and body shape was always moving and changing, but one thing did not.

Its eyes.

While the eyes changed size or shape like everything else, the color never did.

The eye color this cat possessed was a chilling pale amber, that of leaves when it was Fall—or Autumn, whatever—but it also reminded me of a Spotted Orbweaver spider that had bit me when I was a child.

It was freaky, and though its bite isn't poisonous, it did make me terrified of spiders, well, more or so if I didn't know what type they were, if the spider had no poison, or did and it couldn't effect me at all, I be calm enough around it, but I still made me nervous.

Anyways, I always ended up mewling and crying when I snapped out of the dream, but as soon as I had started to cry out I felt the rough yet soothing tongue of my Mothers, and I eventually calmed down.

To be honest, I was still trying to process how I was not human anymore, and I was in fact a cat, in the Warrior Cat books, or, maybe a place that have similar traditions to the Warrior Cat books, honestly I am not sure.

It was a normal day, though I could hear my mother and the two other Queens-Dapplefall and Birghtmist-discussing things, and bothered by the noise I scrunched up my face in annoyance, but once I felt the soothing feeling of my Mothers tongue, I had relaxed.

I had noticed the change in my Mothers mood after one of the Warriors—or Apprentices—came and greeted her, and I swiftly realized it may be my father.

Soon enough I even discovered his name. Tigershade. Supposedly I resembled him, but I didn't have as thick of stripes and I wasn't as big.

They purred loudly as they nuzzled each other, if I didn't know better it sounded like they had been separated for years, though in reality, it had been only one day since he had visited.

I didn't pay attention to their conversation, though the scent of blood and meat attack my sensitive nose, though I had become use to this scent since the first time my Mother had eaten.

One thing that sucked about being a cat is that you can smell a lot more then you would wish for, and since this weird body was so young, and I couldn't see, I relied heavily on my nose and whiskers.

My Mother shifted her position, moving onto her belly more so she wouldn't be on her side, and I felt Firekit grunt in slight disapproval, but didn't voice any other complaints, though it wasn't like his grunt was audible.

Thoughts drifted in my small head, would I ever go home? Am I in one of the Clans from the books? At that one I mentally scolded myself, no Warrior that I've heard so far share any of the cannon characters names, though, Jaystar...
'No, Jayfeather was committed to being a Medicine Cat, and I am not sure they even let a blind cat lead.'

The heavy thoughts weighed on me, and I settled for trying to fall into the welcoming arms of sleep, deciding to risk being greeted by one of my many nightmares, before a sharp and loud mew startled me from it.

It was from my brother Firekit, and I quickly as I could moved my head to where he rested close to me, and without thinking, I felt the heavy lids of my eyes lift, the darkness fading to gray, then to a light silver before I could see colors that weren't just black.

The first color the struck me was a flaming ginger, one that reminded me how Firestar was described, flame like.

A darker ginger was what I saw next, it reminding me of red roses, roses were one of my human Mothers favorite flowers.

Though slow I was, I pieced together that the one with a flaming ginger color was my Brother, while the darker one was my Mother.

As I had pieced this together, I felt Rosethorn shift, and I lifted my head up to more clearly see my Mothers face, Firekit most likely doing the same.

While her head was smaller, compact, and more angular, she did have tall ears that were rather narrow and pointy, with big, pale green eyes that rested closely to the bridge of her nose, her nose being a dull brick red, and was big as a seed, and it rested upon her medium length square snout.

Her long whiskers tickled my folded ears, and I couldn't help let out a tiny squeak, Firekit mewling in protest.

"Such a dark blue..." Her voice was deeper and rougher then most female human adults, but still had that soft and gentle tone underlining it as she spoke, her pale green eyes the color of leaves in spring as she flickered to where my brother was trying to process everything.

"Did they open their eyes?!"

A voice that didn't belong to my Mother chirped excitedly, and as my eyesight still was;t the best—it will take about ten weeks for it to improve—I saw a blurry outline of a kitten sprinting over, their pelt seemed to be mostly a gray striped one with splashes of creamy-golden, and white legs and chest.

Their eyes were visibly yellow, and a vibrant color at that, and I was able to see a bigger brown-and-white kit follow close behind, his amber eyes trained curiously on us.

Skidding to a stop, the tortie she-cat peered up at Rosethorn excitedly, words tumbling out of her mouth.

"Can we see? Pretty please!" She begged, trying to look as cute as possible.

"Dovekit, Maplekit, don't be such a bother! They just opened their eyes so their not going to play yet!" The light, silky voice of Brightest chided them, standing from her nest and walking over her, and despite the fact she has been laying in that nest for the past few moons, her muscle still was visible.

"Its alright Brightmist. Dovekit, Maplekit, they did just open their eyes, and I wish for Lightpaw and Snowdust to check them. But after that they will have to rest." The audible 'aww' was heard from the two before a smaller, much meeker voice spoke up.

"W-we could go and get Snowdust and Lightpaw if you want, Rosethorn." At this point I could only see blobs of cats, the bigger and golden shape of Brightmist, with a small golden tom look-a-like peering up at Rosethorn, and a big—yet smaller then the one known as Maplekit—gray she-cat patiently waiting by her younger Brothers side.

"Sure." Answered Rosethorn, and the scuttle of paws filled the air as the four charged out.

Having dropped my head against my Mothers' side in exhaustion, I heard the two familiar voice of Honeykit and Stonekit speaking.

"Whas happening Dapplefall?"

"Nothing Stonekit, Firekit and Owlkit just opened their eyes and the other four are fetching the Medicine Cats." Dapplefall voice was sweet, but had a certain edge to it that reminded me of those pointy corners on tables. Ow.

Soon enough, the four kits returned with two other cats, the familiar bitter yet sweet scents filling my mouth.

"Lightpaw, why don't you check Firekit's eyes, and I will check Owlkit's?" Snowdust voice was boyish, and held a harsh tone to while Lightpaw's was gentle, soft, like a sheep coat.

"Sounds fine to me."

I felt someone grip the scruff of my neck, and having been so still I wasn't use to being picked up, and out of some sort of instinct I struggled, before I was safely on the ground.

But. Without my Mother.

As any natural baby would do, I let out an alarmed cry, Firekit's joining mine as we left the warmth of Rosethorn.

Next thing I knew, blue eyes, light yet dark, gazed into mine, and stayed there for a couple of moments, before pure, snow white fur replaced the blue color, and Snowdust announced her discovery, or lack of.

"Perfectly fine, Lightpaw?"

"All good."

Once again I was lifted, but this time I was more relaxed as my human senses reasoned I wasn't in any danger, though I felt anxious away from Rosethorn.

We were put in her nest, her tailed curled around us as she sat up, talking to the two, before they all bid the beige and snow white she-cats away, and Rosethorn laid down, curling around us as her green eyes glowed faintly in the darkening den, must be cloud.

"Sleep now, little ones, sleep now." She meowed softly, as she groomed us, warmth filling us, I felt safe, protected, and I decided to deal with my trouble thoughts when I was older.

A/N: O_O Wow, 3,409 words all together! Took me a bit XP
But surprise! Yes, I will be doing views from her cat parents, if you look at most fanfictions, parents are very focused one, and I wish Ava to have just as a tight bond with her cat parents as her human, as she is rather lonely and confused.
Ava view will also always be in first person, since I tried doing third like Rosethorn, but it just didn't work as well.
Anyways, Ava will still be the main view, but there will times we get to see through her Mothers (or maybe Fathers? Brothers? Mwhahaa!) view, to freshen things up once in awhile!

Thank you for all the reviews, favorites, and follow, I really do appreciate them, it really motivated me to do this, and I can't thank you enough! TuT

Zeva out! (Will be training on writing better A/Ns and titles as well!)

Fun Fact on Their StarClan

•Their StarClan is a branch of the original one, as the ancestors of Dusk, Dawn, and Night originally walked the skies of loners and rouges, but as they followed the three, seeing what they did, and how the original Clan ancestors worked, they traveled to meet the major StarClan, and after making some oaths and promises, were given the power to see and tell prophecy's, give the nine lives to the leader, and such on.