"Fallowclaw!" A tortoiseshell she-cat slid out of the river by the gorge, the moonlight dappling off her wet fur.

Fallowclaw, a brown tabby tom, stood up, his tail flicking eagerly. "Ivymist!" He kneaded the pebbles between his paws anxiously, but dared not approach the foaming river.

Ivymist purred, weaving around the larger tom. "Surely, after all these moons, you're still not afraid of water?" She shook her coat, showering the other cat in water.

Fallowclaw flinched as the tiny drops of water hit him. He fluffed out his fur, knowing the chill they could bring. "We both know that-"

"-This isn't our only problem, Fallowclaw." Ivymist's tone grew serious.

Fallowclaw blinked down at his mate lovingly. "Well, of course. You're RiverClan and I'm-"

Ivymist interrupted him yet again. "I'm the deputy of RiverClan now."

Fallowclaw blinked at her, the moonlight glistening through clouds and turning his darker coat to silver. "That isn't going to change anything. I've been the deputy of WindClan for moons now."

"That's not the point." Ivymist tipped back her head to observe the stars glittering from the skies above. She drew her attention back to her mate as one of the waves slapped loudly against one of the rocks in the river. "One day, we'll both be the leaders of our Clans. And when that day comes, this…can't be happening anymore."

Fallowclaw gazed at her in shock, taking a pace back as though he had never seen the she-cat standing before him in his life. "What are you saying?"

Ivymist took a deep breath, knowing the wounds she was about to inflict with words would run deeper than any damage done with teeth or claws. "I'm saying…this is over."

Fallowclaw stared at his mate in disbelief. Ivymist felt her heart tearing in two, knowing that the tension rising now between them would last for seasons to come.

Fallowclaw threw back his head and let out an angry yowl. "I thought you cared!" He hissed, his eyes turning to slits. "I thought you were different. But you are just like all of them, caring only for yourself and your ambition."

Ivymist felt her hackles rising and her tail bushing out as she snapped at the cat that she loved. "If you were so thick as to think this would work in the first place, you're bee-brained! Do you think that this isn't hard for me too?"

Fallowclaw didn't answer. He whirled and glared up at the moon, then padded out to the edge of the clearing. He turned to face his former mate for the last time. "Have it your way, Ivymist." He spat the last word as if it was a curse.

Ivymist felt her mind whirling with many emotions, her belly twisting. Perhaps I should have told him the other bit first. "There's….more."

Fallowclaw gave her one, last, contemptuous gaze. "We have nothing more to say to each other." And with a whisk of his tail, he was gone.

Ivymist let out a small wail of desperation and sank to the ground. She stayed there all night, until frost gathered on the tips of her fur.

How will I ever tell him I'm expecting kits now?

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Ivymist let out a wail of pain, her fur standing on end. The stick that her medicine cat Graywing left in her jaws splintered in her teeth.

A final wet bundle slid into Ivymist's nest, mewling piteously and nuzzling into her belly.

"Well done, Ivymist." Graywing's kind face floated before her eyes. "Two toms and a she-cat! The father must be very proud." She looked about the nursery. "Say, who is the father?"

Ivymist let out a long, tired breath and drew the kits into her side with her tail. "There is no father," She whispered drowsily. "Or at least none that matters."

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Ivymist hauled the smallest kit, the she-kit, out of her nest. She gently pushed the other two kits in front of her, ignoring their cries as her stomach churned.

This is it. This is where he said good-bye.

"Where are we, mama?" The she kit asked, gazing up at her with huge, trusting eyes.

"Hush, little one." Ivymist placed her gently on the ground with a bump. She backed away from the three kits.

"Where are you going, mama?" The smaller tom meowed, confused and heart-broken.

Ivymist felt her heart breaking once more. "Nowhere, little ones. Just be quiet, and wait until someone finds you." And with that, she turned and ran, ignoring the cries that trailed behind her in the night.

She waited until she arrived safely in her nest, back at camp. Only then did she let out a sob. She only lifted her head when the sun rose above the RiverClan camp.

There was only one thing left to do.

"My kits! Where are my kits?!"

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