Heathertail quickly padded to camp, angry and upset. How could Breezepelt do this to her? She felt like wailing like a kit! "It's not fair," she murmured. "What did I ever do to him?"
You didn't love him, a voice replied, making her bristle.
"But, was I supposed to?" She argued, before giving a soft sigh. Yes her father, Onestar, had told her to take a mate within WindClan, but she instead had taken Lionblaze as her mate, and mothered his kits. Suddenly Sunstrike burst from the camp entrance, her eyes shining.
"Oh, Heathertail, I didn't know that you were having Breezepelt's kits! He'll be an excellent father!" She gushed, smiling happily. "He's a wonderful tom, Heathertail, and he'll adore the kits." She added after a pause. Heathertail nodded, letting her lips form a forced smile. Did the Clan really think that her mate was that arrogant tom?
As if reading her thoughts Sunstrike hurriedly added, "He'll be as good as Antpelt." She purred at the mention of her mate, before hurrying back inside camp.
Heathertail followed more slowly. Why did Breezepelt love her so? Without another word, she padded into camp thoughtfully, her tail swishing.
When the tabby she-cat entered, the first thing she saw was two black cats, purring happily together. Pricking her ears, she made her way towards the two, recognizing Breezepelt, and Nightcloud.
"Hello dear," she smiled, and dipped her head in greeting. "Young Breezepelt told me that you're carrying his kits." Heathertail forced a bright smile. "He already told half the Clan," she mewed dryly. Nightcloud stepped back, her lip curled angrily, but Breezepelt stepped forward and quickly licked her muzzle. Heathertail flinched, stepping back quickly.
Great StarClan, she thought, giving Breezepelt a warning look. What did I get myself into?
Author's Note: R&R more coming soon