The night was quiet and still, a half-moon shone down on the clans that lived by the lake. Under the trees of Thunderclan territory a shadow slides through the undergrowth, making no sound. Amber eyes gleamed in the darkness as the tom approached the Windclan border, his ears flicking nervously as he waited.
The fresh scent of Windclan and the sound of rustling leaves across the small stream drew his attention and he watched as a sleek light brown tabby she-cat with smoky, heather-blue eyes appeared from the shelter of the undergrowth, a small black and white kit in her jaws its eyes not even open. "Heathertail," the tom mewed stepping forward to greet the queen, "I was beginning to think you weren't coming,"
Heathertail stopped close the bank's edge and placed the kit at her paws and blinked warmly at the Thunderclan tom, "Of course I was coming," she mewed "It isn't safe for Blackkit in Windclan anymore. I fear that Breezepelt knows that he isn't the kit's father," the small kit began to mewl and Heathertail quickly bent her head to lick its ears. "I know that she will be safe and well cared for in Thunderclan,"
"Of course," the tom nodded, "I will make sure she is perfectly safe and happy. I have already asked Squirrelflight and Bramblestar if they would raise her and they agreed,"
"Good," Heathertail blinked before lifting her kit and leaping across the bank to hand her to the golden tabby. "Goodbye Blackkit, I know you will grow into a noble warrior," sadness edged the usually cheerful mew. Heathertail leapt back across the border, but before disappearing she turned back to face the tom, "Lionblaze," the tom looked up, amber gaze meeting heather-blue, "Thank you,"