A/n: Each chapter will switch POV. It's Crowfeather's point of view this time
Rustling leaves interrupted them.
"Who's there?" Crowfeather's voice rang out. He smelled the air. "Oh no," he whispered.
"What is it?" Leafpool asked. She could not scent any thing other than the moorland on the other side of the trees.
"Breezepaw! Is that you?" Crowfeather walked towards a clump of bracken. He bent down and picked up a lump of fur by the scruff. Going back to where he was originally standing, he relesed his son and set him on the ground. "How long have you been hidden there!" he scolded.
"How long have you been seeing that piece of crow-food eating fox dung!?" Breezepaw retorted.
"Watch it! I may not be your mentor but I AM your father and I can still punish you!"
"How would you explain that to Onestar and Whitetail! I know how I would! 'Sorry but I had to punish my son for over hearing me say "I love you" to a MEDICINE CAT from ANOTHER CLAN!'"
"Breezepaw, I don't want you to say ANYTHING about this to ANY cat!Especially your mother! Understood?"
"Whatever." Breezepaw stalked off.
Once he was out of earshot, Crowfeather mewed to Leafpool, "I don't know where he gets that temper or attitude."
"I think I know. I can remember a dark gray Windclan apprentice that had a nasty temper. In fact, he's standing right here." her voice purred with amusement.
Her laughter may have calmed him down a bit but he was still worried. What would happen if Breezepaw let something slip?
"I should get going now. My clan is probably looking for me by now." Leafpool said.
"Okay then. Can you meet me here same time tomorrow?"
"Of course. Bye." They touched noses once more then Leafpool crossed the stream. Crowfeather saw her give her self a good wash before disappearing through the trees.
Crowfeather started back towards camp. He stopped and thought for a moment. I don't want to go back just yet. He was mostly afraid Breezepaw had spread word about his feelings for Leafpool. He took a detour and padded towards the lake. Standing on the edge of a small cliff, he watched the tide ebb and flow. Worries ran through his head like monsters on a thunderpath.
Nightcloud won't find out!
Unless Breezepaw tells her!
He won't! He's my son too!
HE could think less of me now!
That wouldn't matter, I'm still his father!
It might!
Annoyed with himself, Crowfeather walked to camp. His tail drooped with exaustment. He had been leading the dawn patrol and hadn't eaten before they left. Now, it was well past sunhigh!
Coming to the entrance of the camp, he saw that Nightcloud and Breezepaw were waiting for him.
"Where have you been!" exclaimed the she-cat.