Duststorm could barely open her eyes. Her nest was so comfy right now and she just didn't want to get up. She could feel Ebony pressed into her and glanced at him through hooded eyes. He gave her a warmth throughout her pelt so she remained where she was. Duststorm yawned and got up, stretching her legs. She carefully stepped over other cats and walked outside.
The sun was covered by gray clouds and barely any light shone through. It was a gloomy day. "Hello." Came a voice beside her. Duststorm's amber eyes darted over to see a CavernClan warrior. The she-cat had cream colored fur and white markings. "I'm Sweetfawn."
Duststorm flicked her ear, "I'm Duststorm.. only kittypets have that type of pelt color." She meowed. Sweetfawn licked her chest in embarrassment, "my mother was a kittypet." She muttered. She looked back at Duststorm, "I'm sorry that Darkstar is doing this to you. She has no right to be killing your clan."
Duststorm's eyes widened. "I thought she was making us one big clan?" She whispered. Sweetfawn returner the surprised look, "I thought you knew.." her tail tip began twitching with anxiety. "You didn't hear that from me." She muttered and slunk away.

      Duststorm padded across camp to speak to Crowstar, her heart pounding in her chest. She entered, not even caring that the leader was asleep. She padded in, tapping Crowstar's head with her paw. Crowstar lifted his head, blinking rapidly. "What is it?" He asked with a yawn. "Darkstar is planning to kill us." Duststorm meowed, her tail lashing.
Crowstar sighed and got to his paws, "as soon as we get ValleyClan's help, everything will be alright." He mewed, touching his nose to her shoulder. "Duststorm, you are like a daughter to me. I don't want you fretting." He murmured. Duststorm knew in the pit of her stomach that something was wrong. This wasn't right. She nodded and stood there for a few moments. "Now go get some rest. We have enough prey so rest." Crowstar said, lying down in his nest again.

      Duststorm groomed herself outside the Nursery, sniffing in the milky scent of queens. She could hear Palewater groaning pitifully in pain. The other queen, Wasphiss padded out, "oh Duststorm. Can you go get Rushwing?" She asked calmly. Duststorm stood up, "why?"
"Palewater is having contractions." She explained and backed in, going to soothe Palewater.
       Wasphiss was an older queen. Her two kits were her first litter and Nettlestorm was their father. She had the suffix his for a reason as she was snappy.

Duststorm raced to the medicine cat den, "Palewater is giving birth!" She meowed. Rushwing turned towards her, "I'll be there right away!" He said.

- (skipping past the birth because i dont wanna write it!)

Palewater lay on her side, tired from all the pushing. Two kits lay at her stomach, mewling and kneading her still swollen belly. They were both toms. On was a brown tabby and the other one was a white tom. Duststorm licked Palewater's head, "you did great, your kits are so handsome." She meowed. Palewater smiled at her and sighed, "can you go get.. Ambereyes?" She asked softly. Duststorm stiffened, fur bristling at the name. "Why?" She asked. Palewater sat up, licking her kits lovingly, "I want him to at least meet them." She mewed.
       Duststorm stood up and padded out, sniffing around for the foxheart. She found him sitting by the entrance, staring up at the dark sky. "Ambereyes." She said, coming up beside him. His head turned to her, "what?" He meowed, his voice lacking much emotion. "Palewater has had her kits. She wants you to see them."

       The tabby tom's eyes lit up and he stood, padding towards the nursery quickly. Ambereyes walked towards Palewater and looked down at her kits. His kits. Palewater glanced at him with wide blue eyes, "I thought you might like to see them.." she meowed very quietly, "this one looks like you." She added, referring to the tabby. Ambereyes sat down and sniffed them, the birth scent wafting through the air.
       After a moment, he smiled, "they're beautiful." He murmured softly and looked at her. "I'm sorry Palewater.. I really do love you." Ambereyes mewed to her, flattening his ears. "I love you."
"I love you too Ambereyes!" Palewater whispered, rubbing her muzzle against his. They gazed at their kits lovingly, putting aside their clan differences.
      Duststorm stood at the entrance, watching with a bitter and confused expression.