1I do not own warriors. But I do own this fanfic! God ,who is Brokenstar's father! XD I forgot, can someone tell me?

The next day, Wyldlight woke up in camp, her paws itching. She wanted to go talk to the WindClan tom...But how could she...? He was from another Clan! And you don't love! She tried to tell herself, but now, after meeting Blackraven, she felt a new emotion. She wasn't sure what it was... but she was almost certain it was love. Looking about, she saw no other cat up, and she quickly began to pace towards the camp entrance, and stepped into the watery sunlight.

She dashed along, small stunted trees flashing by, in places, her paws throwing up splashes of muddy water. She wanted to see him so bad...but why? She knew how half-Clan kits were treated...sometimes even killed by a leader. I won't tell anyone! She said, trying to convince herself, but it didn't work. She knew somecat would find out, and that would be the end of her and his relationship.

She smelled the border, and slowed down. She walked, as if patrolling, but she was busy thinking. "Does he like me too?" she mewed out loud, and suddenly glanced around. She was utterly alone, and she seemed to be changing...Not much, but a little.

One the other border, coming toward Wyldlight, was Blackraven, think the same thoughts. How would this work out? Someone would find out, and we would both be killed! He sighed, and suddenly heard a cat coming from the other side. Stiffening, the WindClan tom saw a dark she-cat padding along slowly.

Wyldlight.

"Wyldlight!" He hissed, and she looked up. The two cats touched flanks, and electricity

seemed to crackle betwixt them. Dark tabby and yellow fur was rubbed together, and purrs were exchanged, as if the two were old friends.

"Wyldlight, we need to talk!"He said, after the two finished greeting. "We can't...We shouldn't...We'll get..." Blackraven couldn't find the words to tell Wyldlight that he loved her, but they couldn't love. It was impossible. He sighed, and looked around.

"We have to run away together..." He mewed. "Or...How could we keep this secret!" he cried, and then gulped. "I love you. I've seen you before, and I always thought that...you had a hidden beauty."

Wyldlight sighed, and looked away. "But...we can't love each other!" She meowed, being level headed. "I don't love...I can't love...I shouldn't...but I do!" Fidgeting, she glanced around. "Listen, meet me tonight at...Fourtrees! No cat would suspect us if we go there, so..."

Wyldlight snuck quietly into camp,but Greyfang saw her. "Hey, Wyldlight, wherewere you? No one saw you here this morning!"

"I was...patrolling I was bored in the morning." She said quietly. "I'm going out before night, too...And what do you care?"

"Oh, well, our leader wanted to go on a patrol with you. Can I come with you later?" Mewed Greyfang, backing up a bit at her scathing voice.

"No!" She hissed, and turned around, racing away towards the fresh-kill pile, and settling next to the pregnant queen.

"Something's going on with Wyldlight," growled Greyfang to himself. Greyfang wasn't a cat to go on not knowing something. He would shadow her, to wherever she was headed. He would find out her secret. She seemed...nicer, somehow.

In the hollow, a yellowy tom sat, glancing about for the she-cat. Suddenly, a wraith-like cat padded forwards to the tom. Touching noses briefly, they began to murmur, talking almost silently. But, on the edge of the hollow, another shape, almost invisible watched the proceedings between the two cats. He left, feeling sad, but before he saw what took place after the talking. The two cats lay together, sleeping and purring ever so quietly.

In the morning, the two cats awoke, the she-cat first. Only one thought ran through her head, No, not the kits! She could sense that kits would be coming in moons, but how would she tell her leader? She couldn't... How? Well, queens could choose to tell cats who the father of her kits were, so she could always keep it a secret. But how would kits feel, never knowing who the father was, never having someone to look up to...I'll just have to make the best of it. She thought, running back to camp, her head and tail held high.

Back at camp, a large brown and white tom was waiting for her. Wyldlight had sufficiently scraped herself up, making it look like she had been attacked. "Where were you, what happened?" Hissed Raggedstar, leader of ShadowClan. He was a big braw tom, his eyes, at the moment, small slits of amber hatred and mistrust. Especially as he stared down Wyldlight, as he slunk slowly towards her, sniffing.

"I was patrolling last night. I decided to sleep on our border with WindClan, but this morning I got attacked by a cat." She muttered, almost like a machine. She hoped not cat would notice, as she slowly slunk away to the warriors den, to get a good rest. She would soon be spending a lot of time resting, be it in the warriors den or Nursery.

Sighing, she lay down, to think about all that had happened in the short space of a day. She would be having kits in a matter of moons. Their father would be a cat from an enemy Clan. Would she tell them, or would she keep it a complete secret? Would she lie to them, and say that their father had died? Whichever she chose, she would be hurting herself and her kits.

She curled up into a tight ball, drifting into a deep slumber. Out of her slumber, a dark figure loomed. His face was ripped with scars. "Your kits will grow up, strong and fine, but Clan of the storm beware the one with the pelt of his kin."

Dundundun! Anyways, please review!