AN: Aaugh! I read through another part of my story and realized earlier I put in a Faithpaw. Please, just forget I put that there, and all's well.

So, chapter nine, huh? Jeez. It's gone by fast. Anyhoo, onto the story!

Chapter 9

Tansyfeather sat up and yawned. Briefly, she wondered why she felt out of place; then she remembered she was in the nursery, because she was expecting kits. With a WindClan tom. In secret, no less. Her life was a mess.

She stretched and padded out to the fresh-kill pile. There was a mouse and a leftover starling; the hunting patrols were out right now. Gingerly, she picked up the mouse, and ate it tenderly, with little, nibbling bites.

"Tansyfeather!"

Oh, fox dung. She knew that voice. She turned and said, "Yes, Stormshade?"

"What is this I hear from Dawnflight? You're pregnant?"

"Umm, yes. Please don't lecture me on it; my conscience is killing me." she groaned.

"Actually, I was offering my congratulations. But, if you say so, is Hawktalon the father?"

She blinked. "Ummm..."

"'Cause if he is, well, first I'll congratulate him, too, then I'll challenge him to a fight in the training hollow." Stormshade babbled on like a young apprentice to her friend. "Oh, and Tansyfeather?"

Tansyfeather sighed. "What, Stormshade?"

"If there's any toms, name one of 'em after me, mm-kay?"

She stared at him.

"What? It's a joke, sis. Lighten up! Holy StarClan, why so serious? One would think you'd be upset about something!"

Oh boy, you have no idea. Out loud she added, "Why would I be upset? Four moons a warrior, and I'm already having kits! Just perfect!"

She turned and stalked off into the nursery. Naturally, Stormshade followed her. "Hey, what's up? Really. Normally you're quiet and understanding, now... Did I guess right? Is Hawktalon the father?"

"Go ask him yourself!"

"Okay, okay!"

Tansyfeather watched as he left, and felt slightly guilty at brushing him off. However, she was feeling conflicted about what to really do.

She heard Stormshade asking Hawktalon how he was doing that day, and rushed out to join him.

"So, Hawktalon..." Stormshade asked casually.

"Yeah?"

"Tansyfeather is expecting kits... However, my question is... Are you the father?"

"Umm..." Tansyfeather watched desperately, hoping he saw the look in her eyes.

"Umm... yes?" he answered tentatively.

"Hmm, sure, sure. Okay, now... Battle time! Care to join me in a duel, Hawktalon? I warn you, you may find yourself overpowered by my awesomeness!" Stormshade had a silly look in his eye.

"Sure!"

"Then come with me, my fine tabby friend!"

The two toms ran off, giggling like kits.

Tansyfeather sighed. Luckily, Stormshade had accepted Hawktalon's fib, but it wasn't over. She knew Hawktalon would want to know everything, and that was something she couldn't reveal.

AN: Okay. That was slightly... odd to write.

BTW: Thank you, thank you for the names for Faithkit! You inspired my imagination, so me and my sister figured one out. If you want, send some more suggestions, but we kind of decided on Faithlight. You like?

Reviews answered:

StopMakingCreate.- That's why I chose Tansy for her name. BTW I checked out your story: Pretty good, actually. Didn't finish it, had to type my own story. I liked it so far!

To my readers- If I don't choose your name, sorry. But I chose one that came to my mind after reading all yours, and to me, it stuck. DON'T HATE ME! ~Bou