Creamwhisker blinked. No, she was not expecting anything like that of the sort. She did not expect to see her own mate do this.
And yet, all she could do was watch in silence as Wetbird sat beside that other she-cat, Spottedlake, with his tail entwined with hers in an affectionate curl, and as Spottedfrost made herself awfully comfortable by resting her chin on his shoulder.
How could he do this to Creamwhisker?
Gasping in horror, Creamwhisker whirled around and strayed away in a speedy rush from the sheltered place, disregarding the fact that she earned two hisses of indignance of being spied on. She was running, and running, and running, and everything around her faded away.
Why did he do this? Was this the tom Creamwhisker became mates with? Or someone else? Because she was sure that her Wetbird would never betray her for another she-cat.
But he did.
And all Creamwhisker could do was run towards camp. Run from her problems. She didn't even care about what her future would look like with Wetbird - he was not hers anymore.
As she sprinted through the brambles, paying no attention to the thorns which slid through her pelt, Creamwhisker suddenly remember why she had followed Wetbird. Despair caught Creamwhisker's heart like a claw.
She was expecting his kits.
...
Creamwhisker purred affectionately to the small creatures at her paws, her long tail curling around their small bodies for warmth. The medicine cat beside her was nosing through some herbs, muttering a few words to his apprentice, Seedpaw, who speedily rushed out of the nursery, most likely going after some herbs.
"You have three healthy kits, Creamwhisker."
Creamwhisker lifted her gaze from her kittens to the medicine cat, Smallpebble.
"Are you going to name them now, or save it for later? They are all beautiful."
Creamwhisker did not respond, feeling that her voice had abandoned her. All she managed to let out was a purr, and attempted to find her voice, when Seedpaw stepped back inside, breaking the brief silence:
"They're beautiful. Wetbird's the father, isn't he?"
Silence. The tension hung in the air as Creamwhisker silently panicked, kneading the moss with her claws, the despair once again taking hold of her. She could not forget that horrid moment, seeing her mate - former mate - with Spottedlake. And that he was the father to these kits.
But he would not care for them. Or visit them. Or speak to them.
Smallpebble shot his apprentice a glare, as Seedpaw seemed to observe she had made a mistake. The apprentice stumbled upon words, searching for a way to mend the situation.
"Nevertheless, th-that doesn't really matter - right?" Her gaze retreated to the ground. "They're beautiful, and healthy, and their going to make wonderful warriors one day!"
Smallpebble still seemed to study Seedpaw with dissatisfaction, but kept quiet and retired his stare to the queen.
"Creamwhisker, all you need is rest. Congratulations." And with that, he departed from the nursery, beckoning Seedpaw with him using his short, stubby tail. Seedpaw scurried after him.
As much as she knew Smallpebble was right, and how her eyelids seemed to begin closing by themselves, Creamwhisker did not wish to rest. A resentment towards Wetbird grew inside her. What did she see in him?
But whatever she saw, the claw that had scratched her had left a permanent wound in Creamwhisker's heart.
Well well well, this story was written due to major problems of boredom online. I seriously wrote this whole thing out of improvisation, so I'm not entirely sure how this'll progress, but I hope y'all enjoy it, nevertheless! More chappies to come as soon as I get a good plot going3
Note: not proofread, I'm in short time.
