Chapter Six: Ronan

Creekfur- Thanks! I love writing it!
Sachiko Harada- It did, didn't it?

No, this chapter does not say anything about the three year old boy who died from cancer. I just thought it was a fitting title.

Disclaimer: I do not own Warrior Cats. I DESPISE THISTLECLAW! He would not exist if I did.

Spritepaw leapt up all around me as I started padding out of the camp.
"So what are we doing today?" She questioned. I sighed.
"I already told you, we're hunting." She squealed.
"Yay! I'm gonna catch the most prey in WindClan!" She laughed. I shook my head, smiling. Apprentices. "You're going to have to compete with Heathertail for that title." She stopped in her tracks.
"Invite her along then. I'll prove it." I laughed, turned around and headed back into the warrior's den.
"Heathertail! Spritepaw wants to prove she's better than you at hunting!" A quiet chuckle sounded from the back of the den. A brown tabby heaved herself up out of her nest and padded towards me.
"I'll come along then, to make sure I can keep my title." She followed me out of the den, where Spritepaw glared menacingly at the she-cat.
"I'm the best." The warrior waved her tail and walked out of camp, Spritepaw coping her every move. I followed them out of the camp, laughing hysterically.

Heathertail nodded at Spritepaw as she dropped her catch on the fresh-kill pile.
"She's promising. I almost lost!" I glanced at my apprentice.
"She is." Spritepaw, looking dejected, plodded into the apprentice den to go to bed. Heathertail nudged me.
"She sure isn't happy" She laughed. Then looking more serious, she talked again.
"Breezepelt, will you come with me for a walk?" I nodded at her. I wonder what she wants… We left the camp and started heading towards the forest on the border with ThunderClan. Once we were a fox-length from the border, Heathertail looked at me.
"Well, what do you want?" Heathertail's blue eyes met mine.
"I'm expecting kits."

"Wha- What?" I spluttered.
"I said, I'm expect-" I shook my head.
"I know what you said. I just- I can't believe it…" Heathertail looked deep into y eyes, and took a deep breath.
"Breezepelt, can I trust you?" I sighed.
"Of course you can, Heathertail."
"You can't tell anyone." I nodded. She looked at her paws.
"These kits…. The… The father is…. Their father is Lionblaze."

My eyes widened. My words caught in my throat and I started choking. Heathertail looked at me with concerned blue eyes. I waved my tail as I caught a breath.
"I'm fine Heathertail." I meowed, my eyes still large as the moon. I shook my head.
"Lionblaze? What in the name of StarClan do you see in him?" Heathertail looked at me, confused.
"So, you're not going to rant about how I broke the warrior code?" I shrugged. I'm doing the same thing, Heathertail.
"Well… He's funny, witty, and really, really strong…" I hung my head disapprovingly.
"Okay, Heathertail? You're going to get really annoyed at me for saying this… But Lionblaze? He thinks he's StarClan's gift to ThunderClan. He thinks he's so much better than me, just because his father loves his-" I slapped my tail across my mouth before I could say more. Guiltily, I looked at Heathertail. Her blue eyes bore holes into my flesh, her claws unsheathed. Her face curled up in a snarl.
"How could I expect you to understand? You've never loved anyone, Breezepelt. You don't know what it's like. I don't believe-" I cut her off.
"And how would you know?" I hissed. She looked genuinely surprised, before snarling again.
"Really? Give me a name, Breezepelt." My eyes widened. This is what you get when you open your big mouth, Breezepelt. Just as she opened her mouth, I interrupted.
"And it matters to you why?" She smiled triumphantly.
"I told you so, Breezepelt. Now, leave me alone." She hissed.

A loud cry came from the nursery. It had been a season since our fight, and Heathertail hadn't talked to me since. Now Kestrelflight and his apprentice, Wingpaw, were helping Heathertail deliver her kits. I think the Clan assumed I was the father, but abandoned her when I found out about the kits. But, here I was, pacing outside the nursery like a father would. Because, whether I realised it or not, I cared about Heathertail.

After what seemed like moons, Wingpaw left the nursery and announced that the kits had been born. I was the first one into the nursery. Heathertail looked at me blankly.
"What are you doing here?" She said coldly. I flinched. Kestrelflight decided to give us some privacy, and left. At Heathertail's belly lay two kits, one sucking, and the other feebly pawing at her stomach.
"What are their names?" I murmured. She looked at me, her face unreadable.
"I said, what are you doing here?" I sigh.
"I came to see your kits, Heathertail. Isn't it obvious?" He eyes went down to my paws. To her surprise –and to mine- my claws were still sheathed. She let out a breath.
"The gold she-kit is called Goldenkit, and the fox-coloured tom is called Redkit." I look at her Heathertail.
"I will treat them as my own, to preserve your secret." He eyes widened, and Heathertail smiled. I gently nudge Redkit.
"Come on, little fella. Have something to eat." The tom didn't respond to my touch.
"Redkit?" He didn't move. My eyes widened as I realised. I looked up at Heathertail. Her face was full of concern. My heart sunk.
"Heathertail, he's dead."

Aww poor Redkit :( I LOVE THE ALBUM RED :)