Spottedfur limped through the forest, her beautiful tabby fur torn and her shoulder gushing blood. She had gone into ThunderClan territory to hunt, and Firestar and his patrol were not happy about her stealing prey… she had tried to explain, now she just hoped her kits were alive. She squeaked in pain on every step. WindClan, she thought. They had always been kinder than other the clans to her, though still didn't like her. I just hope they're in a good mood… with every step, the stinging became even worse, until she was blinded by the pain. Eventually, Spottedfur dropped the ground, and passed out.
…
"Will she be ok?"
"I don't know… she was sliced up pretty bad."
"I hope…"
"Its ok, kit. I will do my best to help her. Go back to your mother now."
Barkface nudged the kit out of the medicine den. Spottedfur lay motionless in a moss nest, the only sign that she wasn't dead the gentle rise and fall of her chest. She would groan in pain every once and a while, and Barkface would give her poppyseeds to reduce the pain and help her sleep. "Lucky the patrol found you when they did…the foxes gotten to would have gotten to you had you been out there any longer" he murmured. He inspected her chest and sighed with worry. After a fight like that, it would be a miracle if Spottedfur's unborn kits were still alive. He doubted they were. He pressed some more cobwebs on her wounds and left her to rest. "Tallstar!" he called. The large black-and-white tom turned to see Barkface. "Yes?"
"She will live. Her kits, though, I can't make any promises…"
"Very well, then. How long until she can leave?"
"Leave? Tallstar, I thought we could maybe keep her here until her kits are born!"
"Are you sure having a rogue cat in the clan is a good idea?"
"She needs protection, Tallstar. You saw what ThunderClan did to her."
"If you are so sure…"
"I am.
"Ok, then. But…"
"Yes, my leader?"
"Try to find out who her mate is"
Who should Spottedfur's mate be? Tell me your ideas! Can be a clan cat or a rogue.