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(A/N: Because it seems that no one wants to critique this fic, could you at least show me you appreciate the actual chapter? I mean "Good chapter, update soon!" is nice, but could you guys go a little deeper? I know I'm lucky to even be getting reviews, but take the time to look for specific things you like or don't like, okay? In other news, they're both parents now, but nothing else specific. With that out of the way, lets hear it for my reviewers: Tigerstripe, Brackenfur1, Rippedstar, Frostpaw, and Leopardheart! PLUSHIES FOR ALL! (shot-puts Yellowfang plushies all around, because who doesn't love that senile old cat?) Now on to the… erm… disclaimer!)

Disclaimer: I don't own the series. If I did then no one would like it, nonetheless write fan fictions about it. So suing me will only get you five dollars and maybe my cat, but you'd have to be investigated sixty two times by the ASCAP, as well as defeat me in armed combat and sign a contract stating that you wouldn't so much as breath on her the wrong way in order to even pet her. Ahem.

It was the little things that killed him.

The small details, things that remind him of what happened and what it means and what it doesn't.

When she turned her head to look at him or their kit or any other thing that he could gaze at so easily, through her one good eye. One. The other broken and lost beyond repair that meant that she had to put effort into simply looking at things, something he took for granted.

When their kit was still growing inside her, and she was afraid that she would look different. That she would be born with the same face that her mother had. He told her not to be so mouse-brained, he told her that Starclan would give them a kit that was the most beautiful kit in the forest. A kit that was just like any other cat. He couldn't bear to say 'normal'. That would mean that she was abnormal. Sub-par. Not the most glorious cat that has ever breathed and walked on this earth. Not the greatest cat in existence.

Because to him she was that, and more.

When she would ask him to sit on one side of her. Her 'good side'. Her 'normal side'. When she would say that she was embarrassed that he would see her 'broken' side. That he would look at it in horror, even though he loved her face. Both sides of her face. The face that he loved and he cherished and that belonged to his mate. His beautiful, beautiful mate.

It was the little things that he loved.

When they battled the other clans until they could barely remember what they were fighting about, and she was beside him. The smoldering look in her eye as she faced and defeated cats in their prime. With full faces and strong muscles, so confident that she would be an easy opponent, with her one good eye and her lean structure. He loved when she drove them off with their ears and their tail low. He loved her triumphant yowl.

He loved knowing that this is what she wanted to do and that no matter what has happened to her she was doing it.

He loved when Whitekit would swell up with pride as she told the other apprentices that she was going to grow up just like her mother. When she first asked Brightheart about the other cat's faces.

"Did something happen to them? All of their faces are all messed up! Why?"

How she purred in amusement at this and he joined her and Whitekit looked up at them with a puzzled expression.

The little things tortured him every day.

But he wouldn't give them up for the world.

(A/N: One last thing to bother you guys with, I've got new braces. Bleh. Which means that all I've been eating for about a day, two if you count today, is fruit milkshakes, drinkable yogurt and… well… erm… nothing else really. Any advice? My friends are all done with their braces (I got mine late) and can't help besides tell me horror stories. And I know what to not do, but they should really give you a pamphlet on what you can eat. They've already banned chewy and crunch stuff, so I don't even know what kind of textures I can eat! But enough about me. Did y' all enjoy spring break?)