Review Replies:
Dragonwritergirl: Everyone likes drama, lets be honest. I prefer DoveXBumble, but that's because I hate Dovewing and Tigerheart. Alas, you can have your own opinion.
Ellie Riddle-Black: TigerXDove was never a '''favourite''' of mine. But I can't confirm whether he is or he isn't he father. I'll try show softer sides to Tigerheart.
Seeker3: I hope this gets rid of the iffyness ;-;
Goldskies5: It is possible in real life. I'm not going to explain how. I'd advise you not to ask how two cats can father a litter.
Midnight: I am indeed going make a chapter two. I just wonder when it'll be out . . .
BrightestNight: Bramblestar is just very curious to see whether one of the three actually would betray her clan for some ShadowClan scum. He let Tigerheart in because more warriors and a ShadowClan truce.
Shadowdapple: Pretty sure you and BrightestNight are the only ones so far who support DoveXBumble. Others want Bumble to be le father, but love TigerXDove. But that's their opinion.
So glad this has got so much attention! 7 reviews?! That's crazy!
Warriors is not mine
Chapter Two:
{Dovewing}
"Morning, Dovewing." A flaming ginger she-cat approached and lay down beside the pale-grey queen.
"Squirrelflight." Dovewing dipped her head, "What do you want?" She saw the look the in the deputy's eye. Squirrelflight sighed, digging her claws into the ground. She let out another heavy sigh and looked up a Dovewing. "Who are the father of your kits?" Squirrelflight asked quietly, eyes grim and sorry.
"Why does Bramblestar need this information?" Dovewing asked Squirrelflight sarcastically, snorting.
"Because it's either Tigerheart, deputy of ShadowClan or Bumblestripe. I'm sure we'd all prefer it to be the latter." Squirrelflight mewed firmly, her ear twitching in mistrust, "So? Who's the father?"
"It is a she-cat's right to keep the father of her kits private," Dovewing forced herself not to hiss, eyes narrowed in anger, "Why? Does Bramblestar not trust me? Do you realize how pained it has been between me and Bumblestripe? People accusing me of mothering Tigerheart's kits, while I have Bumblestripe sitting beside me, grooming me as he blocks out the accusations!"
"Dovewing, be honest." Squirrelflight imitated her mate masterfully, "Tigerheart or Bumblestripe?"
"Bumblestripe." Dovewing snapped angrily, her pale-pretty blue eyes meeting Squirrelflight's forest-green.
Bumblestripe padded over, as Squirrelflight's eyes widened with apology, about to speak. "Is there a problem?" He asked the deputy, voice calm yet dangerous. He began to groom Dovewing, licking her between the ears.
"No," Squirrelflight looked into Dovewing's blazing eyes, "Sorry." She got up and left, jumping up high-ledge and into Bramblestar's den.
"Why does Bramblestar not trust me?" Dovewing asked her mate, purring as Bumblestripe groomed her.
"Tigerheart is very certain that our kits are actually yours and his. But of course, it was us," He looked into her eyes, tongue frozen mid-lick, "Right?"
"Of course!" Dovewing bumped his cheek with her head, smiling as he goofily smiled. His smile was crooked, and his two front teeth sometimes stuck out like a newborn kit's smile. Bumblestripe nuzzled her after her laughter, "I love you." He whispered, letting her rest her head on his shoulder.
"I know you do." Dovewing replied lovingly, eyes shut in happiness. Bumblestripe chuckled softly at her cheeky comment. The two sat there, the whole of the ThunderClan camp gone as they embraced each-other. Their tails intertwined, pelts pressed against each-other, eyes closed and purrs rumbling out of their chest.
"Bumblestripe! Stop flirting with your mate and get over here! You're on patrol!" A voice called to them, and Dovewing opened her eyes to see Stormcloud calling for Bumblestripe. She saw Rosepetal in the background, eyes locked on Stormcloud. Bumblestripe nodded to Dovewing, "Well, I'll be off." He mewed and happily padded off.
Dovewing sighed and stretched, basking in the sunlight. She felt two kicks and purred. One was stronger than the other. She nosed her stomach – as best she could, anyway – and looked around camp. Ambermoon and Spiderleg were talking happily, Ambermoon laughing hysterically at all the jokes he cracked. Spiderleg smirked at this each time, and Daisy glared daggers at the two.
Dovewing decided she would ignore them, looking back over at the camp bustling around before her. Whitewing and Birchfall were sharing tongues, Squirrelflight and Bramblestar were whispering to each-other, Sparkpelt and Fernsong were laughing at something – Dewnose was staring at Sparkpelt - and Snowbush and Lilyheart were listening to their kit's excited burbles about their training.
Dovewing gave a small smile. Everything was quiet, as she preferred it. Then Tigerheart started insulting Brightheart for her scars. The two had originally been sent on a hunting patrol, but Brightheart had shown discomfort when Tigerheart stared at her scars curiously. And now he hated her for showing him up, and was making sure she knew. "How did Cloudtail, a good-looking them that made all the she-cats swoon, choose a scarred ambitious mouse-brain?" Tigerheart snapped at her and Brightheart flinched.
Cloudtail was out of camp, so no one was helping. Dovewing felt her pelt bristle as Tigerheart noticed her staring and smirked villainously. "Because he loves me!" Brightheart lowered her ears, trying to block out the horrible insults.
"But isn't it your fault your face is fox-dunged up?" Tigetheart sneered at her, tail swishing back and forth, "I wonder how your kits feel. Having you as a mother!"
A few cats growled at this and stood up, beginnign to slowly creep towards him. Their teeth were bared as they opened their mouths. Suddenly the tom was surrounded by yowls and hisses. Tigerheart lowered his ears, shrinking in a bit before leaping out of a circle growing smaller and smaller.
He whirled around at Brightheart, "This your fault!" He went to continue insulting Brightheart, but another yowl from a cat shut him up. He was up to the boiling point as he glared at Brightheart and went to speak.
Bramblestar had stopped speaking with Squirrelflight, sending a quick glance at Dovewing but then glaring directly at Tigerheart. As the other cats went to get revenge on Tigerheart for speaking cruelly of another ThunderClan cat, Dovewing padded forward slowly, lips curled at Tigerheart, "Back. Off." She hissed at him, standing in front of Brightheart.
"What? She embarrasses me because I was going to ask how she got her scars! She deserves to feel pain." Tigerheart whined at her, eyes narrowed and shoulder's tightened in hatred.
"If you want to know so badly, she and Swiftpaw went out one night to prove themselves to Bluestar. There were dogs loose on the territory, so they thought it would be a good idea to rid the dogs off the territory, and they'd become warriors! Hooray!" She hissed at him, "However, they didn't think it through. Thinking they could just kill one dog and the others would scatter, they went out and fought two dogs. Other dogs emerged from nowhere and tore them to shreds. Swiftpaw was killed protecting Brightheart when she got the scars." She got up in his face; she could smell his horrible, scummy breath, "satisfied?"
Tigerheart blinked at Dovewing in amazement, not used to being scolded – being the son of Rowanstar – and let out a low growl. "So it is her fault." He smirked at Dovewing's expression, "of course it isn't. My mate is always right," He nuzzled her, breathing into her ear.
A flurry of silver and white burst forward, shoving the tabby out of the way. Ivypool. "Back off Tigerheart. Everyone here wants to be able to put up with you, but you're making it difficult." Ivypool scoffed and turned to Dovewing, "Ignore him," Ivypool spoke to both the queen and the scarred she-cat before she turned to Tigerheart, cuffing him over the ears, snapping her jaws at him and leaving.
Dovewing was thankful for her sister, before she nodded to Brightheart and headed for the nursery. The whole clan was in silence and as she slipped into the nursery, she heard Bramblestar's voice, "Tigerheart, as punishment for harassing a senior warrior and a queen, you will take the night-guard duty for three nights in a row." She could tell the leader was trying to hold back from yowling and cursing him. If Tigerheart left camp, Rowanstar would invade out of spite with the reason, 'You have no proof those kits aren't my grandkits'.
Dovewing lay down in her nest, a soft smirk on her face. Tigerheart would soon realize he wasn't going to get away with as much as he used to back in ShadowClan. Hopefully even sooner than soon.
{Bumblestripe}
The tabby tom padded through the forest, looking for his fellow patrollers. Two mice were clutched in his jaw; he had had a successful hunt. He purred as he spotted Stormcloud and Rosepetal sitting together in a clearing. Rosepetal was leaning into him, but Stormcloud remained stiff and proud.
Rosepetal opened her mouth to speak, but Bumblestripe padded casually into the clearing. "Hello," He mewed, making Rosepetal jump away from Stormcloud. The tom turned and smiled at Bumblestripe, nodding to his catch, "good job, Bumblestripe.
Rosepetal rolled her eyes in the background. Every cat in ThunderClan – other than Stormcloud, who was blind and oblivious to Rosepetal's subtle moves – knew Rosepetal had a thing for the tom.
Rosepetal grumbled and scuffed her paws as Stormcloud declared they should head back. The two had managed to catch a crow – that was overweight – and a hare that had strayed over the WindClan border.
Rosepetal sulked at the back of the group, carrying the crow as the two toms talked about their hunts. "The hare was a toe over the border when I spotted it. Some WindClan cats came traversing down the hillside, and scared it over the border." Stormcloud explained his catch, "Brindlepaw suggested that they stray over the border – she obviously got that one from her father – but Heathertail and her mentor corrected her. Harespring declared it was still WindClan prey, and that they should wait for it to come back. Funnily enough, at that moment I sprung out and killed it."
"Stormcloud-" Bumblestripe was about to corrected his fuelling for the hatred between the two clans, but the grey tom went on.
"Harespring accused me of straying over the border, but Brindlepaw – an apprentice! – corrected him and said that once it went over the border, it was ThunderClan's. Heathertail nodded but I swear she had some anger in her." Stormcloud squeaked, "Rosepetal," He cast a thankful glance at his friend, who smiled happily at his approval, "however, corrected them also and said I had caught it far and square. Harespring said this wasn't the first time it had happened, but cooled off and said it was fine, as long as he learned to respect the fact that hares belong to WindClan, and WindClan only."
Rosepetal snorted from behind them, and Bumblestripe stepped aside to let her squeeze in between them, "Yeah right 'Hares belong to WindClan'. If a hare is on our side of the border, it's ours."
"Agreed," Bumblestripe muttered bitterly, digging his claws into the ground and tearing up a chunk of dirt. His mind was stuck on Harespring. The two had been friends as apprentices, as Harepaw had been kind and understanding, but – like Onestar – Harespring had become bitter and power-hungry when he was placed higher in the hierarchy.
"Maybe WindClan are just a bit delusional at the minute? Maybe Harestar will become more clear-headed when he becomes leader?" Stormcloud suggested hopefully. Being new to the clans, he still didn't understand why some rivalries mattered so much. He understood guarding honour and hope for your clan, but he never caught on to the concept of rivalries and hating a certain group of cats.
Rosepetal cuffed him over the ears, sticking her tongue out at him, "Are you mouse-brained? Harespring is crazy, Harestar is going to be insane." She curled the words out like a bitter piece of prey.
Bumblestripe chuckled as the two younger warriors began to debate and argue over what would happen if Harespring became Hare'star'.
Bumblestripe was grateful when he padded into camp, separating from the two friends who were still having a heated – playful – argument. Bumblepaw happily tumbled over to Ivypool and Cherryfall, relieved to get away from the two lovebirds sarcastic arguments. "I thought those two would never stop talking." He groaned as he sat up, beginning to groom his pelt.
"They never do." Ivypool agreed, rolling her eyes, "One time Stormcloud helped us train Larkpaw and Twigpaw and all they did was talk and talk and talk." Ivypool let a small smile tug at her, "But they're undeniably cute."
"Definitely." Cherryfall purred, eyes gleaming with amusement as the trio watched Stormcloud and Rosepetal chase each-other around the camp, still screaming about why Harestar was a good/bad idea, "It's good to see that Stormcloud has moved on from Benny."
"It is," Bumblestripe stretched his back-legs as he looked around. He spotted Tigerheart talking with Spiderleg, the younger tom questioning the senior warrior. Spiderleg was seriously loosing patience, so Bumblestripe looked away from that scene, not wanting to see the outburst.
"Do you think you're the father?" Ivypool asked him quietly. Cherryfall had gone off to pad after Fernsong. Bumblestripe shrugged, sighing as he rested his head on his paws. "I trust Dovewing enough to believe I am the father. But I could be wrong," Bumblestripe looked at her, "What do you think?"
"If Tigerheart is the father, I don't think I'd be able to look at Dovewing again." Ivypool admitted, staring at her sister who was peeking out of the nursery, watching the camp, "But I do know she loves you," Ivypool didn't look at Bumblestripe, "She always has, and when she found out she was expecting she was over the moon with the fact she was going to mother your kits." Ivypool chuckled a bit, "'Bumblestripe is going to be so excited! He's going to be the best father! When should I tell him?' It was hilarious watching her go from spinning on the spot in excitement to panicking and pacing back and forth."
Bumblestripe nodded. He wanted to be able to trust Dovewing too, but there was a likelihood that Tigerheart was the father. She was the first to know about Dovewing's thing for Tigerheart. She remembered her hatred she harboured for her sister, out of spite for her position in the prophecy and her lack of attention to anyone else other than Firestar, Lionblaze and Jayfeather.
Bumblestripe stared at Tigerheart who was ignoring Spiderleg's cruel words and who was looking directly back at Bumblestripe. Something passed between them, and Bumblestripe was sure it wasn't something friendly.
"Is this how low this clan has got?"Bumblestripe thought as Tigerheart got up, sending a deathglare over his shoulder and padded into the den, "So much so that there is war over kits?" He sighed and shook his head.
"Something tells me this is more about love and kits."
Done. Just wanted to thank the seven reviewers. I never expected this story to get so much love.
Note: Please realize Tigerheart is not intended to be a douche. It's just his personality for being cheeky, and being used to getting away with pranks and such because he's the leader's son. I'm planning on having some scenes where he has softer sides, and tries to make ''''friends'''.
Anyway, yet again, thank you for the seven reviews!
Special thanks to Cynical-Britton for beta-reading this for me.
~DNACat