Okay, I just wrote this off the top of my head, so it's not very good, but ah well.
EDIT: I just changed it to third person, and the second part to Lionblaze's POV.
Disclaimer: Am I even three people?
Featherpaw, Sunpaw, and Graypaw think they know everything about their family, but they don't. On top of that, Graypaw keeps seeing a silver light fall from Sky Oak, and he doesn't know why. Sunpaw has begun to see things that even Starclan cannot foretell. Meanwhile, Featherpaw, the only seemingly normal cat, falls hard in an unrequited love for Bumblepaw, but little does she know that she's the least normal of them all.
C I N D E R H E A R T ' S
P O V
"Who's the father?" Questions like this had pestered Cinderheart since the day she'd moved into the nursery, and she always had improv her way out. She couldn't let the father be known. He would be sent to shame. But Cinderheart hated it most when the other cats would just assume.
"Is it Berrynose?" Icepaw asked one day. "You can just see how he moons over you, Cinderheart!" Honeyfern glared at Icepaw's thought.
"Berrynose would never have kits with her! Er, no offense." Cinderheart let out a snort, and Honeyfern blushed slightly, giving her light tabby fur a brighter color.
"Non taken. I wouldn't mate with him if my life depended on it." Honeyfern gave her a triumphant look.
"Good. Anyways, Mousewhisker is obviously in love with you. It must be him!" Cinderheart just shook her head once again, and Sandstorm padded over.
"Honestly you two," the pale gingers she-cat mewed knowingly. "We all know that Lionblaze is the father. Isn't that right, Cinderheart?"
Cinderheart gasped, appalled at Sandstorm's words. "What?" Lionblaze?! She'd never even thought of him in that way before. Since when had they'd ever spent time together? Well they'd been on a lot of hunting patrols together recently . . . but that didn't mean anything. Sandstorm looked at her for a moment.
"You haven't told him yet? No wonder he's been a wreck; he must think you've mated with another tom." Sandstorm waited for her to answer, but Cinderheart just stood speechless. "I could tell him myself if you want," she pressed.
"No, no!" Her voice was leveled to a hoarse whisper, broken. "I – I'll tell him." The three she-cats stared at her with a congratulatory glance, and headed off to spread the word. Cinderheart had to get to Lionblaze before he found out from some other she-cat. If he were to deny it, her cover would be ruined. Cinderheart searched around the camp, looking for him. She found him sharing tongues with his sister, Hollyleaf, and Cinderheart decided to break the news – but not before shooing Hollyleaf away.
"Lionblaze," Cinderheart's voice cracked. "As you know, I'm pregnant," he gave the pale gray tabby a skeptical look, unsure of where this was going, "and for some reason everyone thinks that you're the father."
"What?" He let out a shocked snort, his golden fur bristling. In spite of everything, Cinderheart's eyes glowed in a humorless laugh.
"That's what I said," She stared at Lionblaze carefully, as she was beginning to shift her paws anxiously, "but . . . I need you to act as their father." His jaw fell open, and Cinderheart knew that if she didn't act quickly, the answer would be an absolute no. "You don't have to act all lovey-dovey," she whispered quickly. "Just visit every once and a while, and treat them as your own. Then we can just pretend that we've broken up, and it'll all be done with."
His mouth shut, seeming to understand. "Forbidden love?" he asked, empathy showing in his eyes. Cinderheart nodded slowly. "I'll do it. I won't ask who the father is, but just remember – secrets don't stay secrets forever." Cinderheart thanked him, and trudged back to the nursery, where she was swarmed with questions from Rosekit and Blossomkit.
L I O N B L A Z E ' S
P O V
If any cat ever said that kitting was painless, they were obviously wrong. Lionblaze was at Cinderheart's side as Jayfeather continually told her to push. He saw the first kit come out, and he could see the pressure in her body become slightly relieved, though it wasn't over yet. As Lionblaze began to lick the kit's fur backwards to keep it warm, the second one came. Millie took this one as a third and final kit left Cinderheart's body. Jayfeather licked this one, and Lionblaze gazed uncomfortably around the nursery. Would these kits grow up with the lie that he and his siblings had been forced to bear?
Glancing at the three kits, Lionblaze saw Cinderheart gasped at their smallness, probably thinking about how pretty they were. Lionblaze had been licking a gray tabby she-cat with sharp blue eyes, but she must have looked more like her father, seeing as her face was nothing like Cinderheart's. "Featherkit," she said, naming the kit. The small gray kit gave a mew in reply, and Cinderheart moved on to the next one. Millie fiercly licked a golden tabby tom with blue eyes, which she then named Sunkit. The last was a plain gray tom with blue eyes, was named Graykit.
Ferncloud purred at the new litter of Thunderclan's future. "Featherkit looks just like Jayfeather," she mewed in amusement, "but Lionblaze still managed to pass on his gold fur to Sunkit." Lionblaze and Jayfeather exchanged a short glance, and then looked away. It was obvious that Cinderheart had mated with a tom related to them. Lionblaze tried to name all of his kin in Windclan, as it had to be one of them. "And Graykit . . . now he's Cinderheart without the markings!" Lionblaze's fake-mate purred at her kits as Ferncloud said this, and he finally saw the kits in a new light. My kits, he thought. They may not really have been his, but they were his kin, and they were beautiful.
Review, please! And this is not a LionXCinder. The only reason why I put that as the characters is because they are the acting parents.