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Frostfur panted as she arrived at her and Darkfoot's 'secret' place. The secret place was a large clearing of long, soft flattened grass. To the side was a den made from a bramble bush and was covered in extra sticks and branches to make it bigger and better.
Frostfur panted as she made a small nest in the middle of the clearing. She layed down and settled her breathing. She turned her head to look up at the stars and the full moon.
The stars shown coldly down on her and the clearing. They seemed so cold and far away. So unwelcomeing. And the moon, it was covered with clouds at this angle.
"Are you mad at me?" Frostfur whispered, voice cracking with worry and sadness. "I'm sorry, but I had to. For the kits." She told the icy stars above. She sighed and layed her head on her paws. She slowly fell into a dreamless sleep.
Frostfur woke as something jabbed into her side. Her eyes shot open and she sat up quickly. "Waa... Oh! Darkfoot!" Her panic-confusion melted into a loving purr as she saw the cat at her side.
The cat next to him was a large gray tom with black paws and brown eyes. His brown eyes stared at her worriedly.
"Frostfur? What is going on?" Darkfoot asked. "I can't be here long. The sun will rise soon or someone will notice I am missing. So please explain quickly."
Just then Frostfur noticed that it was still dark. The stars and moon still shown in the sky but it was now setting behind her. The sun would be up soon.
Darkfoot must have gotten the message to come here. How else would he know to come? Frostfur had sent one of her friends with message for him. The message was 'Frostfur says she is sorry. Go to the clearing tonight.' Her friend must have found and told him it.
"Why are you here Frostfur? Is something wrong?" Darkfoot pressed.
"Well... yea." Frostfur admitted, sitting down and puller her tail over her paws. "I-I can't go back to the clan."
"Why not?" Darkfoot looked surprised for a second but he soon shook it off and sat next to her in the nest. "What is wrong? If someone did something to you, you know I will claw their pelt off." He held up a paw, unsheathed claws shinning in the moonlight.
Frostfur let out a rough purr but cut it off quickly. "No... It is something I did."
"What did you do?" Darkfoot asked her softly.
"I..." Frostfur swallowed uneasily. "I... I killed a cat." She whispered.
"Who? Why? When?" Darkfoot asked quickly, but soon calmed himself down again.
"Earlier I killed him." Frostfur mewed feeling guilt hot under her pelt. "I killed Stripepelt."
"Stripepelt? Isn't that one of the leader's kits?" Darkfoot wondered aloud.
"Yes." Frostfur whisper answered.
"Oh Frostfur, why? Why did you kill him?" Darkfoot questioned her in a soft tone. It sounded oddly curious and worried at the same time.
"He knew." Frostfur choked, not wanting to say it. She looked away from him.
"He knew about us?" Darkfoot mewed. His paws kneded restlessly on the grass nest under them.
"Yes. And something else." Frostfur still did not want to say the other part.
"What is the 'something else'?" Darkfoot said another question.
Frostfur could feel his worried gaze on her pelt as she stared at the ground. "He knew... about the kits." She finally blurted out. She automatically felt another wave of guilt. It felt good not to hide the secret but at the same time she wanted no one to know, not even their father, Darkfoot. She did not want them to be half clan kits, even if she was not a part Thunderclan any more. But it was too late for that.
"The... kits?" Darkfoot was shocked. It was clear in his voise, Frostfur did not even need to look over to see that he was. "Our kits? My kits?"
"Yes." Frostfur mewed, still not looking at him.
"How long have you till they come?" Darkfoot asked yet another question.
"I don't know." Frostfur shifted uncomfortably. "Like a moon or two."
"Well thats great!" Darkfoot suddenly exclaimed, finally stopping all the questions. He tintwined his tail with her's.
Frostfur looked over at him. She stared deep into his brown eyes. No, it is not... How can you think that? I killed a cat and am carrying half clan kits. And you, you are next in line to be the Shadowclan deputy with Blackstar close to finally dropping dead. This is not 'great'. It is horrible.
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