Warriors/Animorphs Crossover

“Hey, Gingerz, how are you doing?”
“I’m fine, Lionblaze. Why?”
I stare at my mate, who has concern in his amber eyes. I had recently kitted, four kits, and I quickly recovered.
I am a black she-tom, with light ginger splashes, splotches, and spots everywhere that makes me look mostly ginger. I have one grey splotch on my shoulder, and I have a grey chest and paws. It’s sort of unusual, how I look, because my parents are both grey. Maybe it’s that a lot of my kin are completely ginger, and my aunt is pure black.
Anyways, my mate is fretting over me, despite how I’ve been fine for a moon. And I don’t exactly die, for when I am killed, I come strait back to life. Well, I have two weaknesses, but I am good at avoiding them. And if I do interact with them, I die immediately, but I have two ways to come back to life once I’m a ghost: I can morph into something (I have morphing powers) then demorph (to become my usual black-and-ginger self) or I can eat a 1Up, which I get from my magical, all dimensional pocket that happens to be right where the grey splotch on my shoulder is.
I, so far, have fourteen kits. It might sound extreme, but I have about sixteen siblings. This may sound even more extreme, but my mate, LionB, is brothers with my father, Jayfeather. Oh well. I love Lionblaze anyways.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Gingerz?”
“LionB, stop fretting! I’ve been fine for the last moon! What has gotten into you? You aren’t usually like this...”
“There’s four twolegs, a smart hawk, and some strange-looking blue, yes blue, deer in the forest...”