AN: I, as an author, do not appreciate flames of any sort on my work. This is strictly for fun. Now, I do however understand that some issues in this story might not be exactly to the of some readers. If you do not approve of LBGT characters and relationships, you should leave. There are hardly any heterosexual relationships in this story, save for two or three. I find an overabundance of those stories already posted on this site, and you can choose to read those instead. I would not like religious essays on why homosexuality is wrong. I will not tolerate it and I will not hesitate to block you because as a religious person myself, I find it incredibly offensive. Now, another warning. These drabbles may deal with certain triggers, including family issues, possible incest (depending on requests, I normally don't, most will be happy and fluffy vanilla drabbles.) No smut. Sorry. I do take requests!

1. Injured

Pairing: Darkstripe/Tigerclaw

Darkstripe twitched, his tail wrapped around his paws. His ears pressed uncomfortably against his head, and he tried to resist the guilty, itchy feeling under his pelt. How he could have done this? He wasn't even supposed to be a molly, for Starclan's sake. He was a tom, dammit, through and through. And where was Tigerclaw? He wouldn't leave Darkstripe after this, right? What if he already knew- No. He couldn't. It's impossible! He hadn't told anyone. He hadn't even been to Featherwhisker yet. The bushes twitched, and the dark tabby's head shot up.

The massive brown tom shouldered his way through the bushes, his amber eyes dancing with something akin to warmth. After a couple heartbeats, Darkstripe realized that Tigerclaw never looked warmly at him. He took a deep breath, and instantly caught the sweet scent around Tigerclaw. Anger surged in his belly and heat pulsed through his pelt.

"You've been with Goldenflower." Darkstripe accused, not caring about the other tom's wince. He couldn't help the vile scowl on his face. Tigerclaw didn't-wouldn't... Or maybe he did. The small voice in his head persisted in repeating that phrase, until it became stuck like a birdcall. Tigerclaw had seduced Goldenflower.

"Maybe. What's it to you?" Tigerclaw answered gruffly, the scar on his nose wrinkling as he lip curled up into a snarl.

"I'm expecting your kits, foxheart." The words flew out of his mouth, and pain made his voice crack. Tigerclaw froze, surprise and anger flicking across his face.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to lie to those better than you?" Tigerclaw hissed, his words searing Darkstripe to his very core.

"Didn't yours teach you not to cheat on your mate?" Came the hostile comeback. Normally, Darkstripe would never talk to Tigerclaw like this. He loved the tom, he really did. He would have followed Tigerclaw anywhere. Except now, he wasn't even sure if they were mates. Tigerclaw began to pace, hissing under his breath.

"Oh Darkstripe... If only you realized how truly pathetic you are." Tigerclaw finally turned to face him. Smirking, he sauntered past Darkstripe, flicking his tail over the younger toms fur.

Darkstripe writhed against the nursery's soft nest. Electric shocks ran down his spine as he growled in agony. Oh StarClan, if this is what having kits felt like, he would be sure to never do so again. He only vaguely understood Featherwhisker's commands, following them as though it was automatic. I wonder where Tigerclaw is... Surely he'd want to see his kits birth... More pain. He hardly heard the soft plop, and Featherwhisker congratulating him. He closed his eyes, waiting for his body to relax. Exhaustion swept through him, and he almost sobbed with relief as the pain ebbed away. He lifted his head up, groaning as he saw a small tabby kit with a white underbelly suckling at his belly. He purred roughly, reaching over to rasp his tongue over the young newborn. Goldenflower of all cats looked at him, amused.

"What are you going to name him, Darkstripe?" He stopped, thinking for a moment.

"Thornkit?" He suggested weakly. Frostfur shrugged.

"He looks like his father."

Darkstripe looked back down at the kit. Thick dark stripes crossed against dark brown fur, and a snow white underbelly and paws peeked out from underneath him. Already the kit was showing signs of the broad shoulders and hooked claws that were the main traits of Tigerclaw. He purred. Thornkit, Thrushkit, Lightkit, Whitekit, Hawkkit... Hawkkit.

"Hello, Hawkkit." He gently whispered to the young tom. "You're going to be great one day. Just like your father. You're going to be the greatest tom the forest has ever seen."

As Tigerclaw's plans with BloodClan grew, Darkstripe couldn't help but feel increasingly worried for Hawkkit. By now the kit had his eyes open, and was walking around with stumbled steps. He sat, the tip of his tail twitching as he watched Hawkkit try to bat at a puddle. He knew he needed to get Hawkkit out of here. It was going to be dangerous, and Darkstripe didn't want to risk his son getting hurt. Hawkkit stumbled, falling into the puddle and letting out a sharp cry. Broken out of his thoughts, Darkstripe raced forward and grabbed him, pulling him to the nursery. As he licked his kit, he remembered his conversation with the rouge.

"I'll look after your kit. We 'kittypets' know all about BloodClan, and I don't want to see an innocent kit get hurt."

"If he's hurt when I come to retrieve him, I'll end your pathetic life."

Maybe he did need to take her up on that offer. He needed Hawkkit safe, and maybe that she-cat was the way to go.

Darkstripe's last thought before Graystripe struck him down was that he would never get to raise Hawkkit as his own.

Hawkfrost paced around the sandy clearing, chastising the Dark Forest trainees. Some battle move or another.

It was always the same with Tigerstar's kin. The bloodshed, the fighting. The cold apathy towards mates. Darkstripe pulled himself up, walking off. He continued along the forest until he caught Tigerstar's scent.

"What is it, Darkstripe?" Tigerstar muttered, clearly not anticipating the tabby to join him.

"I just wanted to say I love you." Darkstripe scuffed his paws along the ground, watching as the weight of his paws disrupted the mud and sent ripples through it.

"Pardon?"

"I love you, you stupid furball."

"I know." Tigerstar's mouth quirked just the tiniest bit. "I've always known."