NightxCrow one-short about what happened to their other kits and why Crowfeather dosen't get to close.
It had been almost two moons since Crowfeather tried to run off with Leafpool, the ThunderClan medicine cat, and most of WindClan still did not trust the smoky gray warrior. The tom was talking to Whitetail when he saw Grosetail run out of the nursery and right to medicine cat's den. The kits! Crowfeather thought jumping to his paws, he wanted to help his mate Nightcloud with her kitting. That was when he saw Barkface make his way to the nursery, Crowfeather followed.
"No, you should wait out here, maybe you should get Nightcloud some moss soaked in water." The medicine cat meowed as he made his way into the nursery.
Crowfeather ran as fast as he could to the stream that bordered WindClan and ThunderClan, he had picked up some moss on his way. The stream was cold, but that didn't matter a lot to the WindClan tom. Then just as fast as he got to the stream he was back at camp. When he got there he bumbed into Whitetail.
"The kits are here... but only two lived..." The small white she-cat said, then a wait came from the nursery mostly from Nightcloud.
Sorrow clouded Crowfeather's blue eyes as he made his way over to see his mate. When he poked his head into the nursery he saw the black she-cat, between her forepaws was the limp bodies of two kits. One a pale gray she-cat that looked like Crowfeather's mother Ashfoor and a brown tabby tom. Crowfeather placed the wet moss at the edge of his mate's nest.
"Nightcloud." Crowfeather whispered as he rubbed his muzzle to the black she-cat's cheek.
Nightcloud looked up into Crowfeather's blue eyes.
"We still have the two kits, we need to be strong for them." Crowfeather whispered.
Nightcloud nodded, sorrow still in her amber eyes as she looked at her living kits. One was a black tom and the other was a white and gray she-cat. Then as time went by everything seem alright, then one twoleg dogs found a way into WindClan camp. That was when Breezekit's sister was killed. Leaving Crowfeather with the felling that if he got close to anyone they might just get killed. So the smoky gray tom made up his mind, he would not get close to Breezekit. If that meant he would live to become a warrior then he would do anything.
