Fallingkit and Fallingkit nestled next to their mother quietly. In the dead of the night, am mother grieved, for she could not tell her mate, Gryphonfur, that he had another son. The white kit had been taken away from her by Poppyrose. The small medicine cat had two toms, and a stillborn girl. One tom had a brindle tabby overcoat, with a white chest, like his father, while the other tom was a brown tabby like his mother. They both had white back paws and tail tips. Moonheart was very depressed, and the now newly main medicine cat, Badgerfoot, was worrying about her.
"Now, please, get some sleep and stop thinking. Your kits are going to get less milk if you stop making it." Badgerfoot always said, but the dull pain and feeling didn't leave Moonheart until a rainy day came.
Leaving the kits in the care of Meadowfern, another queen in the nursery, Moonheart bounded out to the warrior's den, looking for her mate. Gryphonfur was near the middle of the sleeping cats, so Moonheart softly called out his name. He pricked his head up, looking to see who was calling him.
"Gryphonfur, do you want to walk with me?" The she-cat asked. The tom nodded, and picked his way through the heap of cats until he reached Moonheart. Giving her a quick lick on the check he stretched.
"You know, I never understood why you like the rain so much, and hate the sun." Gryphonfur told his mate humorously as they walked out of camp.
When they reached the gorse tunnel, he let Moonheart go first. The two climbed to the top of the ravine, slowly making their way through the ferns along the worn out paths. The undergrowth danced slowly in the storm's wind. The couple made their way towards Sunning Rocks. Moonheart sat down beneath an oak tree; its roots had been dug around to make a small hollow. The white cat went into the hollow first, leaving her mate to come after her.
"I thought the point of walking in the rain was to get wet" Gryphonfur said, his voice muffled by the closeness of the hollow. Moonheart let out a small smile, but it quickly vanished. .
"Gryphonfur….. They're something I have to tell you" the she-cat began slowly. Her mate's ears angled towards her, as his interest perked up.
"I had three kits instead of two. StarClan came to me before I gave birth, and, they told me that one of the kits was cursed. The one that I had to give up was white, like me. His name was like the others though, all Fallingkit. His name was going to be Fallingmoon if I was able to keep him." The she-cat wailed in despair "I just couldn't tell you before! I didn't think you ought to know, so I left you in the dark, thinking that you only had one daughter and son. Gryphonfur I am so sorry!"
Moonheart's wails turned into sobs, the pain wasn't from telling Gryphonfur, but of her own pain in having to give up her kit. The rain continued to pound as minutes passed by, they soon turned to hours when Gryphonfur eventually rose from his stiff position.
"At least you told me, but don't tell Fallingkit and Fallingkit. They might not want to know." The tom stretched and touched his nose to Moonheart's giving her a quick lick on the check, before he lead her back to the camp.
Peeps, I use Word before I post this, so when it's only like a paragraph long, it's a page long here. This one isn't but from now on this story will be Fallingkit's (Fallingleaf's) POV, and sometimes someone else's.