disclaimer: i do not own warriors Erin hunter does
Fawnfeather looked down at her single kit curled up against her belly, his already fluffy fur sticking up in spikes as he slept. He was so small and thin and she curled tighter around him as she saw him shiver protecting him from the biting cold that even penetrated the thick bramble walls of the nursery in leafbare.
As Fawnfeather drifted off to sleep she thought to herself no one must know who her kits father is not even him.