Moonbreeze has been pacing relentlessly about this revelation. The evil Oceanstar who had everything in his paws and had likely murdered frequently, was her father. Moonbreeze wanted to cough on such a revelation, and knew that being the daughter of such a horrible cat was much worse than being a kittypet.
Waspshade and Moonbreeze both knew that if word got out about the truth, then she would be kicked out of the Clan in a heartbeat, and Moonbreeze couldn't do that. But her mother being a medicine cat explained her aptitude for the medicine cat life and herbs, not to mention small stature.
Moonbreeze sat next to Waspshade as the leaf-fall breeze gently brushed past their whiskers. She shuddered and meowed quietly, "I wonder if I look like him."
Waspshade stiffened. "No," he said firmly. "You are not Oceanstar nor Mistwing, you never even knew either of them. Just because you found this out about you does not mean at all you are anything like them."
"What if I decide to run away, though? What if we went through with that plan?"
Waspshade looked down at her, opening his mouth, but closing it. After several heartbeats, he said sadly, "I don't know."
"I would have been like Mistwing!"
"She had no choice in the matter. Or so it seems." Waspshade stood up and lashed his tail, he was looking around; anywhere but at Moonbreeze. "I still want to know what Littleheart had to do with all of this."
Moonbreeze blinked and glanced at the elder's den, seeing just Rubbleflight and Softbranch. There was no Seedthorn. The funeral was held for him a moon ago, and now the camp felt a lot more quiet. She understood his reasons for what he was doing. He was just trying to protect his Clan from what he thought was an inside threat, and he was right. She was a genocidal maniac's daughter.
Moonbreeze nervously licked her chest fur. "I have to know. Seedthorn said that she died not long before the revolution of MortalClan. It was said that she had a heart disease but…" she blinked, her mind in a quiet whirlwind. "Kittypets are well cared for. I doubt that she and Bamboostep had the same heart problems."
"The problem is that neither of us were alive at the time to truly unmask this."
She nodded when suddenly a cat scenting of sea salt burst through the camp. She couldn't recognize them, but she knew that they were certainly MortalClan.
Sparrowfeather stalked toward the cat with darkened eyes. "What are you doing here? Come here to steal more kits?"
"No!" Said the cat rushedly, shaking his head. "It's Brindlestar, she's died. Briarstrike is going to the Starstrones to recieve his nine lives."
Gullstar approached the cat, gently nudging aside the bristling Sparrowfeather. Gullstar stood tall above the shivering warrior. "How is this possible? Brindlestar still had many of her lives left."
"Yes, but…" he swallowed hard. "Brindlestar fell asleep and she wouldn't wake up. Cranestorm thinks that she was too old, and that her old age took all of her lives, incurable by StarClan."
Gullstar dipped her head. "I see. Tell Briarstrike I wish him the best of luck on his nine lives ceremony."
"Y-Yes, Gullstar." The tom jumped back into the forest, obviously eager to get out of the hostile camp of HavenClan.
Oakpaw's ears perked. "Does that mean the war is over?"
Gullstar shook her head. "I doubt it. That whole war started because of that stupid mouse-brain. I'd second out warriors to fight him, but this doesn't have to be solved with bloodshed. Iceflank and I shall speak about this when he returns from the sunhigh patrol."
Moonbreeze shuddered. "No… Briarstrike as leader? Why?"
"Because Brindlestar chose him as deputy." Waspshade was snarling darkly. Moonbreeze noticed that his claws had sunken into the ground. "This is fox-dung. I hope StarClan rejects him. Any other warrior would be a better leader."
Moonbreeze looked out back to the Clan, now chattering excitedly in the light of the setting sun. Her breath hitched when Iceflank came back with Smokestorm. Gullstar was quick to pull him away into her den. She was growing worried about the situation, and prayed to StarClan that everything will turn out okay.
Waspshade stood up and stretched his claws. "I need to stock up on herbs. Care to help me, Moonbreeze?"
She nodded and the two began to make their way out of the camp and into the forest. They were silent, uncharacteristically so. But Moonbreeze did enjoy the time she was spending with him. Slowly as they walked, she pressed her shoulder against his. She realized she couldn't fight these feelings any longer from Waspshade.
"Waspshade, I…" she turned to him, but was shut silent by those sharp honey golden eyes. She swallowed and changed her mind. "Wh-What herbs do we need?"
"You wouldn't know them. I'll let you know what they are when we approach them."
She swallowed when she suddenly realized this was the same spot that Stonedust died at. She blinked. "Do you think anyone will find out what we've done?"
"Perhaps." Waspshade said in a strangely calm voice. "Someone has to bother cooling their head off before logically thinking about it first. Everyone's temper has been hot lately."
"Waspshade…!" She found herself blurting out. She stopped still as he stood at the other end of the clearing. He tilted his head confusingly. Moonbreeze realized this is a chance like no other. "W-Waspshade… you've helped me a lot. And youv'e been a wonderful friend to me."
She blinked curiously and sat down. He was quiet, urging her to go on.
"You've… you've always warned me about cats that might vye for my attention, and I've sort of realized that there's one cat you've uh… oh my StarClan, this is turning out horribly." With her heart in her throat, she swallowed, shut her eyes, and spat it out, "I like you, Waspshade! I really, really like you! Much more than a friend, a-and I know it's really impossible for us to be together, b-but I just wanted you to know! If you don't reciprocate those feelings, that's completely fine! And… A-And I know no one should ever love a monstrosity like me but-"
She was enveloped in warm, golden fur. She opened her eyes and looked up to see Waspshade staring down at her with warmth unknown to her, ears bright red. "I… I actually feel the same. I… I mean, you've made me regret being a medicine cat. If it means being with you… I-I'd gladly give up medicine cat duties! I-I can try to get an apprentice as soon as possible and-"
"You and I have already accepted this can't be." Moonbreeze whispered. She pressed against him again, taking in his oddly honey scent. She loved how it changed every day depending on the plants he touched. "I just really wanted to let you know."
He furrowed his brow. "And I want you to know that I am willing to do anything for you."
"W-Waspshade…"
"I'm a tom, the repercussions shouldn't be as bad having kits."
Moonbreeze snorted. "That's rather unfair of you to say."
He chuckled. "Sorry... "
She pressed into him. "Let's try to keep this up, if that's what you really want." She blinked and looked away. "B-But mating can wait. I… I'm not ready."
Waspshade's ears grew even hotter. "R-Right! I understand!" He chuckled and turned around, "Let's head back to camp. There seems to be nothing out here at the moment."
Moonbreeze gasped and found herself pressing against him again. "N-Not yet…" she swallowed and began to bind her tail with him, twining into harmony. "I want to stay here like this, just for a bit."
He grinned and laid down, Moonbreeze following. "I agree."
