A/N: Probably the most mild T fic you'll read, rated T for situations to do with birth. Entitled The Lost Moons because it's set between The Darkest Hour and The New Prophecy, those moons we never saw. Lots of Firestar/Sandstorm for my fellow shippers, because there aren't enough FirexSand fics out there! I wanted to show them expecting their first litter, as Firestar learned to be a leader in peace while dealing with Sandstorm's pregnancy, then as young parents. Please review and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors or any of the characters. Erin Hunter does. I do own this story though, so no stealing!

Firestar and Sandstorm: The Lost Moons


. . . Sandstorm turned and faced Firestar, a strange blazing look in her deep green eyes.

"Firestar," she said. "I'm going to have our kits!"

Firestar padded out of his den and surveyed the clearing. ThunderClan was flourishing in the months after the battle with BloodClan. He selected a shrew from the freshkill pile and sat down to eat it, and was pleased to see Sandstorm come wandering out to eat with him. She looked tired but greeted him cheerfully and munched hungrily on a finch.

"Want to go hunting later?" asked Firestar. Sandstorm shrugged, unusually unenthusiastic.

"I guess . . . I'm just not feeling very well . . ."

Suddenly she leaped up and ran into the bushes. Firestar could hear her vomiting and looked up in concern. When she staggered back he glanced at her glazed eyes and said, "You'd better go see Cinderpelt."

"I'm fine," snapped Sandstorm. "I must have eaten something rotten." When Firestar continued to gaze at her in concern she muttered, "I don't want anyone fussing over me."

Should I order her to go see Cinderpelt? wondered Firestar. No, he decided. Using his authority as Clan leader would only make her angry. But still, worry clenched his gut at the thought of Sandstorm badly ill.

After asking Graystripe to organize patrols and hunting parties, Firestar hurried to Cinderpelt's den.

"Good morning, Firestar," said Cinderpelt, looking up from organizing some juniper berries. "Something bothering you?"

Firestar didn't deny it. "It's Sandstorm," he confided. "I'm worried about her. She seems sick." He explained Sandstorm's fatigue and sickness.

Cinderpelt nodded. "I'll keep an eye on her, without her noticing," she promised. Firestar nodded and left the den with a heavy heart.

Despite her illness, Sandstorm insisted on joining Firestar, Cloudtail, and Brightheart on a hunting trip. Firestar breathed in the scents of the forest and listened intently.

There was a rustle in the bushes behind him. He turned to see Sandstorm stalking a mouse. She pounced and missed the mouse by a whisker. Firestar stared at her in surprise. Sandstorm was usually one of the best hunters in the Clan! He leaped on the mouse as it darted past him and took its life with a quick bite. He turned to see Sandstorm staring at her paws.

"I . . . I don't know what's wrong with me . . . I just felt dizzy . . ." It pained Firestar to see the usually spirited she-cat so downcast. He gave her ear a gentle lick.

"It's all right. You must have eaten something rotten by mistake. You'll be back in top form by tomorrow." Sandstorm nodded uncertainly, still not looking up. Without warning, she collapsed by his paws, eyes closed.

"Sandstorm?" gasped Firestar. "Cloudtail! Get Cinderpelt!" Cloudtail sped off. "Sandstorm . . . Sandstorm! Wake up!"

A few minutes later, Cinderpelt sped into the clearing, accompanied by Graystripe and Cloudtail. Firestar was licking Sandstorm frantically while Brightheart murmured words of comfort. Cinderpelt quickly waved a few herbs under Sandstorm's nose. To Firestar's great relief, Sandstorm opened her eyes and gazed around in confusion.

"Lie still, Sandstorm," said Cinderpelt. She beckoned Firestar out of Sandstorm's hearing. "I don't know what's wrong with her, Firestar. I've been watching her and Yellowfang never taught me about this sickness."

Cinderpelt looked so helpless for a moment that Firestar tried to ignore the icy paws running down his back to say a few words of comfort. "You can talk to the elders and the other medicine cats. You'll figure it out. You're a brilliant medicine cat, Cinderpelt. Yellowfang would be proud of you." Cinderpelt nodded. Graystripe wandered over. "Bad news?" "Cinderpelt doesn't know what's wrong with her . . ."

"We'll figure it out, Firestar. Sandstorm's tough. She'll be fine."

"Are you done talking in hushed tones?" called Sandstorm with a touch of her usual spunk. "If I'm dying, I'd like to know."

"I'm going to take you back to my den and do a check up," said Cinderpelt.

"What's going on?" asked Goldenflower, walking up to Firestar and Graystripe as they waited outside Cinderpelt's den. "The whole Clan is talking about how our leader's mate is ill."

Firestar shuffled at the ground uncomfortably and explained Sandstorm's mysterious symptoms. To his surprise, Goldenflower's mouth twitched, and she padded quickly into Cinderpelt's den. A few minutes later, Cinderpelt, Goldenflower, and Sandstorm came out.

"I knew it!" said Goldenflower. "If I've seen it once, I've seen it a thousand times. Young Sandstorm here is—"

"Firestar," said Sandstorm clearly. "I'd like to talk to you alone." They left the camp and walked a short ways into the woods. Sandstorm turned and faced Firestar, a strange blazing look in her deep green eyes.

"Firestar," she said. "I'm going to have our kits!"

A/N: There you go. It gets much, much better! More adventure and romance. Please keep reading. This is my first fic so I would love some reviews (constructive criticism only please)! I've got 10 nice looong chapters typed up, so if anyone enjoys this I'll post some more.