Drabble, yes. I've never done any before, but I think this is definitely a drabble.
Crowfeather, you jerk. Six months and he doesn't love Leafpool? Give me a break. The Sight is enough evidence for me. It takes a lot longer than six months to stop loving someone. Now, that's just my opinion.
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He thought he had only had one kit. But he was wrong.
He had four. Four!
Great StarClan.
He'd told himself that Leafpool meant nothing to him. All Crowfeather cared about now was his mate, Nightcloud; his kit, Breezepelt; and protecting WindClan. What did that ThunderClan medicine cat mean to him after all this time? Absolutely nothing was the answer he should have given.
Did he not love her, really? That day when Breezepelt, then Breezepaw, got trapped under the earth and Leafpool with her apprentice had saved him, Crowfeather thought he might still have loved her. He saw her and remembered why he loved her—and she promised to always help his kits.
Of course. Those three were also his kits.
Six moons had passed from that day, and he told himself he didn't love her. Am I really that unfeeling? No, of course not. I can't love a medicine cat, let alone a cat from ThunderClan. That's against the warrior code. But Crowfeather had a nagging feeling that he was being a hypocrite. After all, he had fallen in love with Feathertail before Leafpool, and she had been a RiverClan cat.
He yowled at the skies in his dreams. Why? Why did everything have to be so complicated? All he wanted was to be a strong warrior. Crowfeather didn't want to split his loyalties because of one poor decision.
Leafpool. She was so beautiful.
But not his.
No, StarClan forbid.