Author's Note: A short little drabble-y thing I made about Breezepelt - I refuse to believe that he actually is Crowfeather's actual son, and I remembered Reedwhisker had a similar coloring.
"Breezepelt... you're not his."
I still remember my mother, Nightcloud, telling me that my father was not who I thought he was. Not Crowfeather of WindClan, no. He was my mother's mate, sure, but not my father. Not really even her mate. No, that honour belonged to the warrior Reedwhisker of RiverClan. They had met on the Great Journey from the old territory, and gotten to know each other. Right about the time Crowfeather ran off with the ThunderClan medicine cat, Leafpool, mother and my real father started seeing each other. They would meet near the tree-bridge leading to the Gathering island. However, one time, Crowfeather and Leafpool saw them. The fools told mother and her mate that they were running away from the Clans. That was when Mother realized that they couldn't do what they had been planning to. It would give WindClan a bad name, to have two warriors run away at the same time. She broke up with Reedwhisker, telling him that they just couldn't be. But, I know, deep down she's always still loved him.
So now she tells me that everything I ever thought I knew was a lie. I don't know, what am I supposed to think? Anymore, I just can't. Am I supposed to be sad Crowfeather isn't my father? I'm not. Am I supposed to like the RiverClan warrior now? I don't. Am I supposed to tell Onestar? I won't. And what about my not-half-siblings? Lionblaze, Jayfeather and... what's the she-cat's name again...? Oh, right. Hollyleaf. I don't like them any better, that's for sure. Am I supposed to forgive Crowfeather for not liking his "son"? I don't. So what, then? What am I supposed to do, but live out my normal life as a warrior as much as possible. I'm still not his son, apparently I never have been. And honestly? I'm glad.