Well...this is...a three-shot...about, you know...what the summary said. I suppose...that's it. First up is Spottedleaf, in her POV.

Why?

Why is StarClan so cruel?

Medicine cats have feelings, too...

Why can't they have mates?

It wouldn't distract them from their main duty...

Would it?

I stared into the pool. Firestar was laying next to Sandstorm, purring as they looked down at their two newborn she-kits.

Those should be mine.

Those should be ours.

Sandstorm yawned and fell asleep. Firestar delicately licked her head, then left to sort out patrols with Graystripe.

That should be me. Sleeping in the nursery, with two kits by my side.

I snarled softly at the image. Sandstorm thought that we had come to an understanding.

I was dead.

She was alive.

I could never reach an understanding with Firestar on the line.

What did he see in her?

What did he see in her, that he didn't see in me?

What did he see in her, that made him forget about me and move on?

I'd never forget about him.

Never.

Never.

I would always dream of him.

I would always think of him.

I would always love him.

I couldn't bear to watch the happiness of Sandstorm and her two miniature, squirming kits, that were just born minutes ago.

How long it had taken for them to come.

I couldn't help it.

I loved watching Sandstorm's pain.

It's because they should have been mine.

You're the wrong cat.

How she nearly died, and joined me in StarClan.

Then neither of us would have had Firestar.

That would have been better than her, not me.

I had to reassure her, though. The two kits needed a mother to take care of them, since I was in StarClan.

Yes, the two kits were mine.

Just from another mother.

She needed to take care of them, so they grew up to be as beautiful and strong as Firestar.

I summoned Sandstorm to StarClan's grounds.

Sandstorm looked around, and gasped. "Am...I dead?" she asked fearfully. When I didn't answer, she wailed. "No! I can't be dead! My kits...they need a mother!"

"You're not dead," I meowed exasperatedly, then put on a sweet face. "You're not dead," I repeated. "I just want to reassure you. Don't feel angry or guilty or anything. I'm not mad. You and Firestar belong together."

"Oh." Sandstorm visibly relaxed. "Thanks," she purred. "I know you want Firestar to be happy."

Happy.

But not with you.

"Go and take care of your kits," I meowed, false kindness dripping off of every word. Sandstorm nodded happily, and faded.

I snarled, louder this time, and went back to the watching pool.

Sandstorm.

Your path will be made much harder, I can promise you that.

Your ginger kit...

She will be faced with challenge after challenge, heartbreak and betrayal.

Your tabby kit...

She will be a medicine cat, but forced into love.

I couldn't guarantee this.

But when a StarClan cat wants something...

Quite often, a StarClan cat can make it happen.

What will you name them?

What will you call them?

Will you name the one Flamekit?

Will you name the other Stormkit?

Or maybe even Firekit and Sandkit.

There's no room for Spottedkit or Leafkit anywhere.

A day passed.

I was still watching the pool.

Cinderpelt came out of the nursery.

Firestar came bounding over, and after a quick word with Cinderpelt, went inside.

I looked at the pool wryly as Cinderpelt sighed sadly.

Sorry, Cinderpelt.

Firestar's only got eyes for Sandstorm.

Sandstorm looked up sleepily. "I thought of names."

Firestar held his breath.

"Squirrelkit..."

I looked at the fluffy ginger one.

Squirrelkit.

Typical Sandstorm to think of a name like that.

"...and Leafkit."

I froze.

I looked harder into the pool.

The little light brown tabby, with the white front chest and front paws.

Leafkit?

Leafkit?

I knew I should feel pleased, because that's what I had wanted, but I could only feel rage toward the cat who stole my love.

Leafkit!

How dare you name your half-filth after me!

Firestar purred, and then they settled down together again, licking each other and their kits...

I felt like I was going to retch.

I shut down the image in the pool.

Firestar...oh Firestar.

Why didn't you wait for me?

...You can tell I'm not a FireXSpotted fan. Now, I know probably all you FireXSpotted fans are going to flame me, going, "SPOTTEDLEAF'S NOT THAT CRUEL, YOU BEEP!" But I'm sorry, you don't really know how Spottedleaf speaks when she's not around other cats, do you? It's just a fanfic. So chill.