TauMeow and Mistfur get a special Bluefur and Oakheart statue of them climbing up a tree, instead of a plushie! Ran was obviously about Bluestar and Oakheart!

This was my favorite to write today.

Behind My Back

Silverstone sat near the fresh-kill pile, flexing her claws and licking the bits of moss that had been stuck there off. Her ears flicked as she watched Coalheart enter the camp and pad over to her. His muscles rippled under his pitch-black pelt, and she couldn't smother the purr that rose in her throat.

"Coalheart," she purred, standing to lick his head.

The tom nodded and purred, "Silverstone."

"I'd like to talk to you over a piece of fresh-kill, if you don't mind," she mewed. Was that a flicker of nervousness in his stone gray eyes? She dismissed it. He nodded and selected a large rabbit from the pile.

They padded over to a far corner of the camp and sat down on a pile of feathers and moss.

"Coalheart," she started, flicking her tail over his back. "I need to tell you... I... Well, Truthpebble says..," she stammered. Silverstone gulped and looked into his eyes. "I am carrying your kits, Coalheart."

A thunderous roar of purrs erupted from her mate's chest. His tongue flicked out and licked her on the nose. "Silverstone, that's terrific!" he purred. "I am so happy."

Silverstone smiled and pressed against him. "So am I!"

Time Time Time...

Darkfeather waited by the Redwood tree in anticipation. Coalheart was coming, and she had very important news to tell him. Her nose twitched as the smell of mouse entered her nose, and she looked to see the dumb creature scurrying across her paws. With a hard flick of her black white paw, she pinned the animal down and killed it.

"Terrific catch," a voice said.

The she-cat looked up to see Coalheart standing in front of her. "Well, it just ran across my paws," she mewed modestly.

He nodded. "There was something you wanted to tell me?"

"Yes," she purred. "Let's share this mouse first."

They ate the mouse together, and Darkfeather looked at the black tom. "Coalheart," she started. "Truthpebble told me... I am carrying kits. Your kits, Coalheart."

For a heartbeat, a look of horror flashed in the tom's eyes, but it was quickly replaced with a look of love.

"I am so proud of you, Darkfeather," he purred, entwining his tail with hers.

"I am too, Coalheart."

Time time time...

"He was so happy," Silverstone sighed happily. Her sister, Dreamcatcher, smiled.

"I am so thrilled for you, Silverstone," she mewed.

Silverstone purred happily. She was sure that Coalheart was the perfect mate.

After all, he would never do anything behind my back.

Oh, wouldn't he, Silverstone? Muaahaha!