Snowheart had padded to the nursery stressed. What she was going to do with the kit? Yes, she had kitted, just one kit, she was glad it wasn't more, but it was stressing her. She had to gave her kit up. Of course whiout telling that she had kitted. A lie was needed to do the deed, sadly. With her padding she soon came to the nursery. Brightlight was here, nursing hers and Oakfoot's kits. She knew the clan will fall for the lie, at least for a short time. She felt guilt that she had to do that, but she had no other choice. Brightlight noticed her and she looked supsicuois. That can't be good.- she thought.
"Snowheart? Who is this kit?"- Brightlight asked looking, supcious of the kit's apperance. The kits suckling by the queen's belly had no idea, that will gain a littermate in the next moments. Snowheart sighed. She needed to make something up. It had to sound, like it was a real story, otherwise Brightlight might had not taken the kit, it would become a backfire.
"I had founed her next to our territory. Her parents were not here. They must have been dead."- she muttered strongly. She always had been responsible, except when she chose love above the code.
"Dead? Were they from a Clan, or where they rogues?"- Brightlight asked, still not faling for the lie. She looked like she was doubting it.
Snowheart gulped and then decided to speak. This is not going to be easy...- she remined herself.
"They were rogues, I think. All the evidence points to it. I don't think that any cats of the clans could abondon their kit. Do you agree, Brightlight?"- she said with power in her voice, that hid her lie.
"You have a point, Snowheart. But why you bring this kit to me? You need to ask Bluestar first! You can't just do it behind his back!"- the queen hissed, showing her anger. Snowheart had a talk with Bluestar already. Soon the kit will become a part of will have family. And Snowheart felt her heart break to pieces. How could she abandon her own kit. The one of her flesh? The kit, will be know to the clan, as a rogue kit, found on the border, accepted by Shadowclan, and adopted kit of Oakfoot and Brightlight. Not Snowheart's and Acornflight. She will never knew the truth, she had promised to herself. To make her happy with a mate of her own. Let her be free of the pain, and anger.
"I had already told him. He will soon anounce her coming to the clan..."- she replied strongly, but secretly hurting.
"And?"- Brightlight asked unsure.
Snowheart had let the kit go, and placed her by Brightlight's belly.
"What is this supposed to mean?"- Brightlight asked her fur prickling.
"Accept her. She is your kit now."- Snowheart said, her voice weridly cold, hiding her pain.
"Fine. What is her name?"- the queen grumbled, licking the she-kit.
"She is Biarkit."- Snowheart anserwed, and her heart had hurt. She felt so much pain. Her kit, wasn't her kit anymore. She had lost her.