POV Mapleleaf
I raced through the forest. Heading towards fourtrees to meet Featherbreeze. When I got there, I was panting with exhaustion. "Hey, Maple." He called to me from up in one of the oaks. "You getting fat from the forest's prey?" He asked teasingly. I rolled by eyes and climbed up to sit beside him. We sat in comfortable silence for a while, me leaning against him. "Featherbreeze?" I murmured. "Yes?" He mewed back. "I'm not fat, by the way. I'm pregnant." Featherbreeze, apparently, was so shocked by that statement he leaped up, and, for a moment, I wondered if he was going to fall. He flailed around to try and stay on the branch, and my whiskers twitched in amusement. Once he was steady on the branch, he looked to me. "Are they mine?" He asked. I swiped at his ears with sheathed claws. "Of course, mouse-brain." I growled. "Okay, sorry." He apologized. "Maybe... maybe you should move to WindClan." Featherbreeze suggested. I turned to him. "I can't. My sister, Birchpelt, needs me. She's been a wreck since her mate, Grayspots, died. She's raising her only kit, Silverkit, alone." I explained. "Maybe you could move to ThunderClan?" I asked. He shook his head. "I could never be at home living permanently under the trees. You know that." He meowed sadly. "Then the kits will be raised in ThunderClan. They will never know you. They will be raised without a father." I said, turning away from Featherbreeze. "Mapleleaf..!" He called my name as I began to climb down. "...I'm sorry." His voice was barely audible as I walked back towards ThunderClan camp.