Jayfeather sighed happily as he watched the sun set against the horizon, casting a glow of orange over the wide lake. The silver starlight lit up his fur. He blinked his blue eyes, looking over the territories. Suddenly he felt a prod in his side.
"Jayfeather.." a gruff voice called. Jayfeather woke with a start. His precious stick lay at his side, and he could feel the carvings in it with his claw. The medicine cat made sure no one else was in the medicine den. He cleared his throat nervously and placed a paw on the smooth, barkless stick.
"I know medicine cats aren't supposed to have relationships," Jayfeather began nervously. His stick listened intently. "But I have feelings for you! S-s-stick, will you be my mate?" he stammered.
The same voice that had woken him answered. "Of course," it said. Jayfeather purred and pressed himself up against the stick. The stick closed its woody eyes and fell asleep next to its new mate.
(10 moons later)
"They're beautiful," Leafpool mewed uncertainly as the stick finished having 'kits'. Jayfeather and the stick smiled and cuddled happily. Leafpool stared at the four kits. One was pure gray with a twig for a tail. She winced.
Another of the kits was gray with a striped tail, but legs down he was all sticks. She forced a smile when Stick looked her way.
The next kit looked just like his dad, except his face was a slice of log. "He's beautiful, isn't he?" Jayfeather sighed, running his gray tail over the wood. "I just love wood…"
The final kit brought tears of pain to Leafpool's eyes. It was a stick. With a tail. This- this was her grandson. A stick with a tail. Leafpool burst into tears.
"Their perfectness will make anyone cry," Jayfeather mewed softly, starting to sob.
Stick fell over- it was how she showed great emotion.
"Look at my beautiful kits!" Jayfeather mewed to the Clan. The four kits toppled into the clearing. ThunderClan sleepily padded out of their dens, and died- one by one- as they caught sight of the kits. Leafpool choked on her tears and died with them. Jayfeather and stick lived happily ever after with their four children, and no one dared go near the stick-kits that could kill you if you looked at them.