"Bumblestripe, I'm – Pregnant." When Dovewing spills the secret that she's pregnant, a certain ShadowClan tom comes charging into the camp with the desire to be the father. But with Bumblestripe also residing in the same clan, it's unsure who the father is. ShadowClan come to back Tigerheart, saying that if even one kit looks like Tigerheart, they're swooping one of the three up and her kits, and carrying them away.
But with a determined Bumblestripe, the whole of the clans is wondering.
Who is the father?
Prologue:
A pale grey she-cat led a tom through the forest by her tail. She purred as he gladly padded after her. "Where are we going, Dovewing?" He asked her again and again and she always replied that it was a surprise. He sighed and shook his head, still following his mate.
"Here we are." The pale-grey she-cat turned as they approached a gentle river. The place Bumblestripe had asked her, formally, to be his mate. Her mate smiled, nuzzling her, "Memories."
"Bumblestripe," Dovewing whispered into his ear after a bit of cuddling. He smiled at her and nodded eagerly. Their eyes locked, piercing hazel with calming blue. She touched his nose and touched her nose to his ear before whispering lovingly, "Bumblestripe I'm," She paused as his mouth dropped open, "Expecting."
Bumblestripe tackled her in licks and loving cuddles. She laughed at this and nuzzled him back. She and him were sitting up now, pressed against each-other as they touched noses. "I love you, so much." Bumblestripe whispered to her, as they curled around each-other in an embrace.
Meanwhile, from across the river, a glowing pair of amber eyes had narrowed to slits and his lips curled in distaste. He was a sleek-furred, handsome dark tabby tom with a desire to be the pale-grey she-cats mate.
He wanted those kits to be his. He knew those kits were his.
He turned and flicked his tail, making the bush rustle. This made the couple jump, but they quickly went back to embracing.
He snarled quietly, "I'll prove to the clans that those kits are mine. Not that daft ThunderClan scum toms!"
All was quiet in the sunny-ThunderClan camp. Bramblestar watched over his cats scurrying around. There was that ring of excitement in the camp. Everyone, from the youngest kit, to the oldest elder, knew that Dovewing was expecting Bumblestripe's kits. Even he himself was quite excited for the birth of new kits. There had been no other queens in the nursey other than Daisy, and Lilyheart had just moved out after her kits became apprentices. But now Dovewing joined Daisy in the nursery, and the two got on quite well.
But something was about to disturb the piece, and Bramblestar felt his tail prickle as Spiderleg re-entered the camp, lips curled. "We have a visitor." Spiderleg hissed angrily, turning to flick his tail.
The rest of his patrol followed, entering with a dark tabby. "Tigerheart," Bramblestar gasped in amazement, his eyes widened, "Son of Rowanstar, why are you here?"
"I come to talk to Dovewing, to discuss her kits." Tigerheart mewed respectfully, locking eyes with the newest queen. Daisy was a few mouse-tails away from Dovewing, lips curled and fur bristling, ready to leap to the pale-grey she-cat's rescue. "And why do you care about my kits?" Bumblestripe stood in front of his mate, trying to keep his fur flat.
"Because they are not yours. They are mine." Tigerheart smirked and Dovewing lowered her ears angrily.
"In StarClan's holy name! They are not your kits!" Dovewing yowled back at him, followed by slurs that I wish not to write.
"How do we know this? After all those moons we spent together, they could be mine." Dovewing curled her lip in disgust at Tigerheart's words. Bumblestripe's eyes widened as he turned to Dovewing. "What? Dovewing, tell me he is lying about your 'time together'." Dovewing lowered her head at her mate's gasps.
"Are you telling me, that you," Jayfeather stormed towards her, snarling and claws tearing up chunks of the sandy-gravel that was the floor of the camp, "A cat of the prophecy had an affair with a tom from the Dark Forest? Who lied to Ivypool to get her secrets out of her? How irresponsible!" Jayfeather wailed at her angrily, going to claw her.
Bumblestripe jumped in between the medicine cat and Dovewing, eyes widened with pleas, "Stop, Jayfeather. She is my mate, and her and Tigerheart's past is behind her. She was foolish back then."
Jayfeather narrowed his eyes and spat at Dovewing, "Why should I believe that?"
"Oh, trust me, our past is not behind us. And you," Tigerheart glared at Bumblestripe hatefully, "Are not my Dovey's mate. I am her mate."
Dovewing backed into the nursery, ears lowered. Bramblestar had taken this all in. He couldn't kick the Tigerheart out, if he was possibly the father, but Bumblestripe could also be the father. Tigerheart spotted him thinking and smirked, "And, if you even try to get rid of me, the whole of ShadowClan is waiting to invade." Tigerheart sneered and turned to the warrior's den.
"Cats of ThunderClan!" Bramblestar caught all the murmuring cats attention, "I have come to a conclusion. Until the birth of the kits, Tigerheart may reside in ThunderClan's camp. However, he will not help with the training of our apprentices, go on border patrols or enter the nursery. He will hunt and fight off badgers and foxes, he has to, but he is not a full warrior of ThunderClan."
Cats began to mutter about how 'scummy ShadowClan were' but all yowled their agreement. "Tigerheart, do you promise to hunt and protect this clan until the birth of the kits?"
"I do." Tigerheart smiled, trying to become liked by the clan.
"Then I, Bramblestar of ThunderClan, welcome you into our ranks."
Dovewing hissed at these words from inside the nursery, as Daisy tried to comfort her. "He is not the father, I swear Bumblestripe. I swear."
Aye! So, did you like this? I'll only do A/Ns occasionally from now on, but I will do review replies. Anyway, who do you personally want the father to be? I want it to be Bumblestripe, but I can't confirm he is.
Thanks
~DNACat
