Bluestar and Her Kits

'''Okay, this is my first fanfic! It's just a little story from Bluestar's point of view. Watching her kits grow up, thoughts of Oakheart, ect. It was a little bit difficult trying to figure out where every clan cat would be, age wise. I hope I got it at least close enough. I hope you like it!'''

Part 1-The Gathering
I've always regreted my desicion to give up my kits. Oh my kits, my precious kits. If only I hadn't been destined for greatness, if only Goosefeather hadn't told me about that stupid prophecy. If only Thistleclaw was a noble warrior, who wouldn't have drowned this clan in blood. If only. I remember that horrible night when I gave my kits to Oakheart at Sunningrocks all to vividly. My poor, poor, Mosskit. It was my fault she died. Snowfur promised to take care of her in StarClan, and I trust her. But oh, how I wish she hadn't froze to death! But I watched Mistyfoot and Stonefur grow up in RiverClan. And I remember Mistyfoot's and Stonefur's first gathering.

Bluefur sat among her clanmates at fourtrees, as they talked happily with ShadowClan. WindClan and RiverClan had not yet arrived. Bluefur was longing to see her kits, she knew they would be apprentices by now. She longed to see her beloved Oakheart, his strong muscles and sleek tawny pelt. She longed to see his warm green eyes. But she was also afraid. She wouldn't be able to talk to her precious kits, or her former mate. She was too afraid she would let something slip. Thrushpelt padded over to her, and sat down. "What's wrong?" he asked, his light green eyes concerned. "you seem tense and worried." His eyes showed more than just a concern for a friend. She sighed inwardly, knowing Thrushpelt wanted to be more than friends. She was touched by his understanding when she had been pregnant. She knew they could have been happy together, but she just didn't love him like she loved Oakheart. "It's nothing", she said softly, hoping he would believe her. Thrushpelt didn't look convinced, but didn't press her. Thistleclaw was talking to the ShadowClan deputy, Raggedpelt. When he had finished visiting, he turned away and faced Bluefur. There was such hatred in his yellow eyes, it almost knocked Bluefur off her paws. But she just held his gaze steadily, and after a second that seemed like a moon, he walked away, tail lashing in anger. Oh how she hated Thistleclaw. And she knew he hated her as much she did him. He wanted to be deputy, but she had stopped him. She had saved her Clan. She most certainly didn't hate his son, Whitestorm. The young white tom was sitting a little way off, talking to a ShadowClan she-cat named Hollyflower. His bright blue eyes were so much like his mother's, Snowfur. What had Snowfur seen in Thistleclaw? She still went round and round about it in her head. She sighed again. Then, she smelled RiverClan scent. She turned her head to see RiverClan coming down the slope. She easily picked out Oakheart's rippling muscles and tabby pelt as he ran down the slope with his Clanmates. On either side of him, she noticed with glee, were two all to familiar apprentices. Both with the same blue-gray pelts. Stonepaw looked so much like Oakheart, and she could see herself in Mistypaw. When the Clan came to a hault at the bottom, Mistypaw and Stonepaw looked around the moonlit clearing with round shining eyes. As RiverClan began to spread out, Mistypaw and Stonepaw stood still, then walked hesitantly over to a group of ThunderClan and ShadowClan apprentices. Oakheart and Graypool watched them proudly a little way off. Oakheart then began to walk over to her, and she felt her heart rising in her chest. But a pang sharper than thorns peirced her heart as Oakheart walked briskly past her, without even meeting her gaze. She felt sadness begin to settle in her heart. She looked over to her kits, who had already begun to get settled among the other clan cats. She felt pride replace her sadness. But after the gathering had ended, and her Clan began to leave, the sadness swelled up in her chest again, and she knew that it would never truely go away.

To Be Continued...