This has been on my DeviantArt for the longest time, so I don't want anyone to report it saying I stole it. It was on my DA. It's sort of how I think Breezekit was born, and Crowfeather's conflicting thoughts afterwords. Takes place between Sunset and The Sight!
The Birth of Breezepelt
"Crowfeather, you can come in now"
"Thank you, Barkface. Is she alright?"
"Oh, yes. She's perfectly fine."
"And the kits?"
"Kit, Crowfeather."
"Only one?"
"Why don't you come and see for yourself?"
Crowfeather walked silently into the WindClan nursery. On some moss, he saw his mate, Nightcloud, groggily lapping at a dark bundle of fur. Crouching down, he saw it and gave a small smile. This was it. This was what he'd wanted ever since he first laid eyes on her, his dearest Leaf- er, Nightcloud.
You know you still want Leafpool. Why couldn't she have been a WindClan warrior?, said a voice in the back of his mind.
Shut up!, he told it. I do not want Leafpool back. I love Nightcloud!
"Crowfeather? Were you listening?"
Snapping back to reality, he realized that his mate had asked him something while he had been daydreaming about the pretty ThunderClan medicine cat.
"Sorry, Nightcloud," he covered up fast. "I was just thinking about what a beautiful son we have... what a terrific warrior he'll become!"
"Yes," she murmured, as if she didn't quite believe him. "But what I said was, he looks just like you."
Nuzzling her head, he said, "But his fur is the same softness of yours. What shall we call him?"
Nightcloud shivered as the leaf-bare winds poked through the entrance. The breeze was strong today.
"I'll get one of the apprentices to-," he broke off.
"Breezekit!" she said excitedly, but not loudly, as she was still tired from her kitting.
"Yes, that's a lovely name," he said, licking the small kit's head. "Breezekit."
"You should leave her for some rest now, Crowfeather,"
Crowfeather spun around. He hadn't realized Barkface was still outside.
"Yes, of course!" he gave Nightcloud a quick lick on the cheek. "Call me if you need anything, dearest."
Leaving the black she-cat to sleep, Crowfeather decided to take a little walk. He saw that a couple cats were standing in the middle of the camp, looking very interested in what was happening in the nursery. As he walked, he heard a few cats calling out their congratulations.
"Congratulations, Crowfeather! You'll make a great father!"
"Thank you, Tornear."
"Wonderful news! I'll bet he's beautiful!"
"Yes, he is, Weaselfur."
Finally he escaped the cheering in the camp. But he could not escape his thoughts. Crowfeather needed a while before he sorted them out.
Deciding not to head to the ThunderClan border, he began to walk just to the edge of any Clan's territory.
I don't love Leafpool! She's a medicine cat! I can never her love her. Never again will I feel the soft touch of her beautiful tabby fur, smell the sweet scent of herbs clinging to her, entwine my tail with hers...
He shook his head. No. He couldn't do any of those things. But he still could dream. And ask himself over and over, why did Midnight have to find us?
He imagined his life with Leafpool if Midnight had never found them and told them that her kin were attacking ThunderClan, which would end up killing Leafpool's mentor Cinderpelt. He saw them running around a grassy plain with kits scampering about. Looking into her amber eyes, speaking the words he would speak all the time if he had been given the chance: "I love you."
He let out a long sigh. He wished he could love Nightcloud, but deep down, he still longed for Leafpool. He knew that he didn't love Nightcloud, no matter how many times he tried to convince himself he did.
Oh, StarClan , he thought silently. Why are your rules so hard?