Well, yeah. Not one of my best chapters...Anyways, yeah...I hope you enjoy the names for the kits I picked out...
Daklotles85- Why wouldn't they want to include your kitten-names? You gave me GREAT names! And I think - in another litter - I might use the other name you offered! I fell in love with them both!
Pearl.H.Sweden- Thanks for reviewing! Ebonypaw is...I suppose...the comedy relief. I hope you like her! I'm giving her a small sub-plot ('cause she's so popular!)
Watersoul- NO GIVING AWAY SECRETS! lol.
Okay, to ALL MY reviewers - I think the next chapter might be the last one...since It'll pretty much wrap up MOST of the ends. Guess what? After the next chapter, the story is only a THIRD done. And I'm like "THIS IS TOO LONG!" So I think I might, in fact, make a trilogy. Don't worry - I'll add one last author's note when I upload the sequal, and give you the title...I hope you'll all still review it! (If you don't - and seem to like this one better...I'll probably pull a fast one and just make this the longest fic. in the history of fics. ) I just thought I should warn you all! This chapter is more about BlackshadowxApplefur then ThorntailxRosethorn 'cause...well..c'mon! Applefur is having kits!
Enjoy,
The full moon was still shedding its silver light onto the Forest below, as the ebony-colored tom kneaded the ground uneasily with his paws, as he waited outside the nursery. Inside, he knew, Applefur was giving birth to his kits. Early. He wasn't a medicine cat, but he was pretty sure that that wasn't usually such a good thing.
"Blackshadow!"
Blackshadow flicked his ears, and turned his head sharply, to see Thorntail bounding out of Rosethorn's den, and charging straight towards him. Blackshadow blinked in surprise as Thorntail stumbled to a halt beside him.
"So, your kits are being born right now?"
Blackshadow opened his mouth to answer, but a sharp crescendo of curses that seemed to sprout from Applefur's sharp tongue could be heard from the Nursery. Something about how she would claw that tom's eyes when she got a hold of him.
"Yeah." Blackshadow mumbled, giving Thorntail a curt nod. "I'm worried though…Sandpelt became a queen…before Applefur, right? So that means my kits are early."
Thorntail gave his Clanmate a friendly lick on the ear, but Blackshadow took no comfort in it. Thorntail seemed to sense that, so he meowed, "I'm sure everything'll be fine. Rosethorn's helping her. And Ebonypaw…oh, and isn't Flowertail helping out too?"
Blackshadow sighed, and tried to believe Thorntail's optimistic words that Applefur would be alright. But there was only so much a medicine cat – even with an apprentice – could do. If the kits came out too small…they might not survive the late leaf-bare they had been brought into. However, according to Thorntail, Blackshadow's mother Flowertail was helping out with the birth. Flowertail could practically be called the mother of ThunderClan – she had given birth to and raised so many kits that had grown into powerful warriors. She was probably only helping Applefur out through the birth because she was her Clanmate. Little did Flowertail know, she was also helping Applefur bear her Grandkits.
Fear jabbed Blackshadow then. He hadn't realized it now, but…what if one of the kits came out looking…exactly like him? Surely Flowertail would recognize her own son's kit! And after Flowertail, the Clan would figure it out pretty quickly who the father was… But would that really be that bad to have his Clanmates and kin know who the true father was – Blackshadow?
Blackshadow looked at his paws, guiltily. He wanted a claim to his kits, and, until now – when the birth was happening – he hadn't ever thought about how hard it would be, to watch his kits grow up hardly even two mouse-lengths away…but all they'd ever think of him was a Clanmate. Not a father…they'd see Thorntail as that figure-head in their lives…
"Oh no!" Blackshadow meowed to Thorntail, who glanced at him, startled. "I just thought of something: What if the kits don't like me?" his eyes widened in horror. "They'll like you though, Thorntail! You're their 'father!'" he spat out the last words, his rage at what Thorntail had gotten him into exploding.
Thorntail flattened his ears against his head, at Blackshadow's unusual hostility, however, other then that, he showed no indication that he had hard Blackshadow's previous statement, and instead meowed, "I'm sure at least one of the kits will like you. Oh! Maybe you'll even get to mentor one some day." Thorntail let out a soft chuckle. "I bet you'll have to. There aren't many warriors…"
Thorntail's statement sent a spark of hope in Blackshadow's heart, but it instantly was put out by the storm of Blackshadow's worry. "But what if Morningpaw doesn't become a warrior in time?" If his apprentice was still, well, an apprentice when the kits reached their sixth moon, he wouldn't be able to take on a new one!
"It only takes about three or four moons to decently train a cat," Thorntail answered him thoughtfully. "I think Morningpaw will be a warrior by then."
Blackshadow sighed. He knew that was true – for most cats. But Morningpaw wasn't learning as fast as some of the other apprentices. Beakpaw was already a challenging fighter – Badgerclaw had taught him well. The young tom was able to turn anything into an advantage. Surroundings, his pelt color, his size…even the weather -sometimes. And Aquapaw could go out of the camp – during leaf-bare – for hardly even two heartbeats, and come back with a thrush in her jaws. This seemed to be natural talent as well, for Icepelt – her mentor – could hunt, yes, but she wasn't a great hunter like her apprentice was turning out to be. And Onepaw seemed to be decent in both hunting and fighting – and Ebonypaw seemed to be catching onto the ways of a medicine cat quickly.
Morningpaw?
She couldn't win in a fight against a half-dead squirrel – and she couldn't catch one if it walked right into her mouth either. She was loud, didn't seem to understand the need to follow orders, and never seemed to be listening to Blackshadow when he was telling her something important. She seemed fascinated by the apprentice Beakpaw – possibly already looking for her future mate. However, Beakpaw had his eye caught on Aquapaw – and who could blame him? Aquapaw was an impressive she-cat, and she, along with him, was one of the best apprentices in the Clan. Of course he'd be looking at her! So…of course, Morningpaw was jealous against Aquapaw. And Blackshadow was starting to get fed up with his apprentice always sneaking off to find Aquapaw hunting, and scaring away her prey! Morningpaw was the worst apprentice he could've asked for! At the rate she was going, her denmates would be elders to the Clan before she received her warrior name!
Blackshadow shook the anxiety of Morningpaw away, and instead went back to his anxiety over Applefur. Would she be alright? What if something went wrong and she died? What if the kits died? What if they both died?
Blackshadow had just realized the possibility of that happening, when he heard Flowertail's voice meld in with Rosethorn's as the two queen's yowled, "Applefur, hold on!"
Fear surged through him like lightning, and he flashed Thorntail a worried look. "What do you think is going on in there?"
Thorntail hesitated before answering, "I think Applefur's giving birth." He meowed – stating the obvious.
Blackshadow flashed Thorntail a ferocious glance. "I know that!" he snapped. "But do you think she's alright?"
"As surely as the sky is blue," Thorntail purred reassuringly, and Blackshadow flashed an uneasy glance at the sky.
"It's twilight right now…it looks kind of purply-orange." His amber eyes widened with fear. "Do you mean that you don't think that Applefur's alright? Oh no…it's all my fault…Applefur's dead!"
"When did Applefur die?" Thorntail looked around wildly. "Applefur died?" Blackshadow let out a soft mew, and Thorntail sighed. "She isn't dead, Blackshadow! If she was dead, Rosethorn or Flowertail would come out of the den right now, and they'd tell us. Are they coming out?"
Blackshadow was about to say no, when he noticed the tabby fur of Flowertail moving inside the nursery – and his mother slipped out.
His heart skipped a beat, as she came towards him in a swift trot. Swift? Urgent things were swift! Bad news was urgent! Applefur being dead would be bad news! Applefur was dead!
"I suppose she's with her mother, Baywing in StarClan…" Blackshadow muttered morbidly – though Thorntail cuffed him on the ear…possibly for being so pessimistic.
Blackshadow was about to snap at his friend for cuffing him, but before he could, Flowertail stumbled to a halt in front of Thorntail and Blackshadow, and she let out a purr – and Blackshadow's spirits lifted. Purrs were good! "Four kits." She stared.
"And the mother?" Blackshadow burst out before thinking about what that would imply.
"Applefur's fine." Flowertail soothed. She continued, "Congratulations, Thorntail. You are the father of four kits. It's amazing how it worked out – two strong toms, and two beautiful she-cats."
Blackshadow shivered, as he noticed that though Flowertail was clearly speaking to Thorntail, she was staring at Blackshadow – and he couldn't help but wonder how much the queen knew.
"Can I see them?" Thorntail asked curiously, and Flowertail shrugged her shoulders.
"Everything's finished up in there. I need to find Sandpelt and Dusktail." She let out a purr of amusement. "They flipped out when they saw all the blood, and told Rosethorn and I that they didn't want to see what they would have to go through soon enough."
As Flowertail padded off, Thorntail flashed Blackshadow a playful look. "Want to go see them?" he asked.
Blackshadow couldn't contain his excitement. "Of course!" he burst out before he would explode, and without waiting for Thorntail to answer, he slipped into the nursery.
…
The harsh scent of blood instantly hit Blackshadow's senses, and it brought back distasteful memories of when The Blood was ravaging the camp in a fury. However, he shook those nasty thoughts away, and flashed his gaze about, looking for his mate. He found her almost instantly. The ginger she-cat was lying on her side in a nest of moss – her eyes closed from exhaustion. Beside her, were the two medicine cats – Ebonypaw and Rosethorn.
Blackshadow hesitated before going over to her. Finally, he shrugged off his fears, and padded over to her – acutely aware of Thorntail by his side.
Applefur raised her head weakly, and blinked up at him. "Oh, there's that tom. When I get some of my strength back, I'm going to have to rip out your throat." She growled lamely.
Blackshadow ignored Applefur's threat, and settled himself down on one side of her – Thorntail, playing the part of father (to Blackshadow's distain) on the other.
Applefur flashed her blue eyes from one cat to another, and growled, "Stop looking at me." She flicked her tail at her belly – and for the first time, Blackshadow noticed the newest members of ThunderClan suckling from their mother. "They're the new arrivals. I've been here my whole life,"
"Technically, so have the kits." Thorntail pointed out, and Blackshadow didn't hear Applefur's mew – or Thorntail's clever retort.
Instead, he rested his amber eyes on the four small scraps of fur that were suckling from their mother – and almost instantly his heart swelled with pride, as he gazed at his kits. His kits. No matter what the Clan thought, in truth, they were his kits. His beautiful kits.
The kit closest to him, seemed to take after its mother in looks – if with a slightly lighter pelt. While Applefur's coat was nearly as crimson as blood, this kits' fur was slightly lighter toned – it reminded Blackshadow of a blazing flame.
Beside it, was a kit with the most peculiar coloring Blackshadow had ever seen in his life. It had a black pelt – but it had a large spot of dark ginger on its back – and slightly on its head.
Blackshadow let out a rumbling purr – and he heard Thorntail make some comments about the kits to Applefur, though Blackshadow didn't listen to what they were. He shifted his gaze to the next kit, and couldn't help but soften his gaze at how cute it was. The kit had a lovely white pelt – but with lovely flecks of scarlet and gold.
And the last kit…Blackshadow gazed carefully at it – and a jolt of fear coursed through him. The kit was exactly as he had feared. It had a pelt as black as the night sky – just like its father. He supposed no cat ever looked carefully at kits other then close kin…and more then likely, no cat would remember the whole accusation Spottedlight had made against Rosethorn and Thorntail that one time…but he still couldn't feel anxious.
Wait, why am I worrying? Blackshadow thought suddenly. The kit looked like him! Why should he feel anxious about that? It was his kit after all! Of course it would look like him! Most toms hoped and wished with all their hearts that they would be blessed with one of their kits coming out a copy of themselves! It was vain…but true!
"They're beautiful, Applefur." Blackshadow breathed softly – speaking for the first time since he had entered. "Um…could you tell me their genders?"
Applefur mumbled something that Blackshadow couldn't hear, before she growled, "The one that looks like me," Blackshadow knew that she was referring to the flame-colored kit, "Is a tom. And the black-and-ginger one, along with the white-and ginger one, are both she-cats. The black kit is a tom."
Blackshadow nodded. Of course! The flame-colored one looked so strong – as did the black one. As for the two she-cats, they were both the most beautiful kits he had ever seen in his entire life.
"They were born early…though…right?" he asked, getting that feeling of fear within him once more. "Are they going to be alright?"
Applefur didn't answer; instead it was Rosethorn – who Blackshadow had forgotten was even in the Nursery. "They're just a little smaller then normal kits at birth. Other then that, I noticed nothing wrong with them. They might be a little needier then most kits – and are going to need close attention and care from Applefur… but they'll be fine."
Blackshadow nodded, relief flooding into him. Thorntail suddenly meowed, "Have you thought of names?"
Applefur hesitated before answering. "I was going to go searching a few sun-rises ago, but a certain tom was busy," Applefur mumbled, and Blackshadow remembered that the day Applefur had wanted to go trampling through the forest for good names for her kits; but Thorntail had been grieving his dead brother.
"There will be time to name them later," Rosethorn purred, giving her friend a swift lick on the ear. "They're beautiful, Applefur. They'll make fine warriors some day."
"But I want to name them now!" Applefur huffed. "I can't refer to them as 'it' and 'them' for the rest of their lives!" She glanced at the cats in the den, "I think I'm going to need help…I'm not very creative."
"Oh! Can I help!?" Ebonypaw, Rosethorn's young apprentice, squeaked excitedly, rushing towards them.
"Fine," Applefur shrugged. She gazed down at her kits thoughtfully, and suddenly rested her tail on the ginger cat.
"He has a pelt like a flame," she murmured. "Flamekit?"
"No," Blackshadow was surprised at how sharp Rosethorn's mew was, as she shook her head in distaste at the name. "Flamesoul was my mentor – and we all know what he did. I don't think we should honor him in any way – even by…if not meaning to…naming a kit after him."
Blackshadow recalled Rosethorn telling him of how Flamesoul had run off with some loner she-cat, and had abandoned his Clan. He couldn't help but agree with Rosethorn's reasoning.
"How about Firekit?" Thorntail piped up.
"No." Applefur growled. "I knew this one WindClan she-cat from Gatherings – her name was Firepelt. She was the most evil cat that ever walked this forest. I hated her. I don't want my kit to carry her name,"
Blackshadow sighed. Flamekit was out…Firekit was out… Gingerkit? No that was a she-cat's name… Suddenly it hit him.
"He looks like a blaze of fire," Blackshadow meowed thoughtfully. "How about Blazekit?"
He waited for some cat to announce that they had an enemy named Blazeclaw or something, but no cat did. Instead, they all gazed down at the nameless ginger kit, in awe.
"It's perfect, Blackshadow!" Applefur meowed suddenly. "Blazekit! My little Blazekit!" she gave her son a swift lick on the forehead, and turned her gaze on the kit that had the black pelt – with the large ginger spot. "I think I have a name for that one," she announced.
"Redkit?" Thorntail meowed flatly, but Applefur shook her head.
"How about Petalkit?" Applefur asked everyone, looking around. "Her ginger spot looks like a rose-petal or something…"
No cat objected, and Applefur let out a purr of victory – and gently touched her little Petalkit's back as she suckled. "Petalkit…" she breathed, and Blackshadow nodded in agreement with the name.
"What about the white one with the ginger flecks?" Rosethorn asked and Applefur shrugged her shoulders.
"Wait…" Thorntail meowed, "Doesn't she sorta look like your mother, Applefur? What was your mother's name? I think I met her at a Gathering once…Bay…Bay…Bayleaf?"
Applefur was silent for a few heartbeats, gazing down at her daughter in awe – possibly counting the similarities between the kit and its grandmother. "Baywing," Applefur meowed softly – correcting Thorntail on the name of my mother. "And my kit…does look like her…I think I'll name her Baykit, in honor of Baywing."
Blackshadow purred, and gazed critically at the black kit – and last kit to have a name. He felt an eerie feeling – all most as if he was staring at himself as a kit – he looked so similar to him. He tried to think of all good names for a black tom. Ebonykit? He asked himself quietly – but then he realized that not only was there already an Ebonypaw, Ebonykit was a feminine name. This was his son – not daughter!
"His pelt is the color of night," Rosethorn breathed – breaking the silence. "I wonder what name would suit him…"
Applefur stared blankly at Rosethorn – as if she couldn't believe how silly her friend was. "I think you just said a name that would suit him." She pointed out.
"What?" Rosethorn looked startled, "I didn't say a name, Applefur!"
"Nightkit." Applefur told her. "Because his pelt is as dark as the night sky…"
No cat could find anything wrong with that name. Though Thorntail did take the liberty to comment on what a cool name the kit would have if he ever became a leader – no cat rebuked him, though Blackshadow caught Applefur giving him a death-glare.
Blackshadow blinked – at how well the name clicked. Nightkit.
Blackshadow stared at all his kits in unison – for what seemed to be the first time. Blazekit, Petalkit, Baykit, and Nightkit. Two handsome toms and two beautiful she-cats. His kits…his…
"Thorntail," Applefur meowed suddenly, "Go get me some fresh-kill." She flashed a glance at Rosethorn. "You should help."
Thorntail looked like he wanted to object, but finally seemed to understand what Applefur was requesting.
Rosethorn figured it out quickly too. "Uh…sorry Applefur, but Ebonypaw and I have other business to attend to." Applefur looked ready to claw the medicine cats' eyes out, but relaxed as Rosethorn continued. "Ebonypaw, c'mon. We need to go check on Beakpaw."
Ebonypaw looked startled – and disappointed that she had to leave the kits. "Why?" she asked.
"He was complaining about his tail,"
Ebonypaw's fur bristled. "He's been saying that his tail is planning a coup since he was a kit! And we've checked his pad for fever more times then…then…then I can count to!"
Rosethorn rolled her eyes, and trotted out of the den with Thorntail – leaving Ebonypaw alone momentarily. However, the apprentice quickly got bored, and ran after her mentor – giving Applefur what she had wanted all along, it seemed. To be alone with her true mate.
"They're beautiful, aren't they?" Applefur asked weakly, and Blackshadow gave her a quick lick on the ear.
"They'll be fine warriors," Blackshadow purred, curling his tail in delight. His eyes darkened, "…Thorntail has fine kits, doesn't he?"
Applefur let out a soft sigh. "I know this must be hard for you…" she muttered. "But…we had to save Rosethorn from humiliation."
"Rosethorn wouldn't be in the position of humiliation if she would just stick to the Warrior Code!" Blackshadow snapped without thinking – and instantly he could take the words back. How could he look down upon Thorntail and Rosethorn, when – in truth – if he had had as much courage as the gray tom, he would've snatched Rosethorn?
Applefur flinched at his words, and let out a soft growl. "Your feelings about her changed awfully quickly," she meowed. "Rosethorn and Thorntail have been a little rocky recently." She pointed out. "Why don't you steal her?"
Blackshadow didn't defend himself right away – not only was he furious at how hypocritical Applefur was, but he was in wonder at how she had somehow been able to read his mind. "You could take Thorntail – for real, if you wanted." He pointed out – though he suddenly felt an ebb of guilt that he was arguing with Applefur…just moments after their kits had been born!
"I'm not that much of a kink in the tail." Applefur snapped, and was silent for a moment – and glanced down at her kits sorrowfully. "We never should've had these," she breathed. "We don't trust each other yet."
"We haven't ever given each other reason to," Blackshadow pointed out. "We'll work things out, Applefur. I promise. This is just our first litter – and we can at least say that we were in love. Some she-cats just have kits for a tom because he's a good warrior…and they want to carry on his bloodline."
"Like my mother did," Applefur muttered almost inaudibly. Before Blackshadow could comment, she meowed – louder, she asked, "Blackshadow, do you love me?"
Blackshadow blinked – startled by the question. "Of course I do," he growled truthfully. He looked at the four kits, "Do you regret having them?" he asked – but Applefur shook her head.
"Of course not! I love these kits!" she snapped. She stretched her neck out, and gently licked Baykit – who had already passed out into her first nap, and gazed up at Blackshadow – her blue eyes pleading. "Why do you love me?" before Blackshadow could answer, Applefur went on, "I'm not good and honorable like Rosethorn, I'm not beautiful like Shadenight…"
"Yes you are!" Blackshadow snapped, loyally, but the looked Applefur gave him told him that she wasn't in the mood for beautiful lies.
"Well…" Blackshadow mewed – going on with answering her question, "I like the way you get all defensive – about everything. It's really cute - especially how you get all worked up and yowl and screech all the time. And you're really courageous…and strong…"
Applefur cut him off with a flick of her tail. "I get it." She mumbled. "You can continue flattering me later…I think Baykit's got the right idea. I'm going to take a nap."
Blackshadow gave her a lick on the ear. "Alright," he sighed. "I'm on the Dawn Patrol…I suppose I should search out Morningpaw and Badgerclaw and get on that."
Applefur didn't answer with words – just with a grunt. Blackshadow slowly got to his paws, and flashed one last glance at the kits, before he began to crawl out of the nursery.
But before he left, he poked his face back in, and meowed to Applefur, "I hope you know, that we're having another litter after this – yes?"
Applefur opened one eye, and glanced at him. "Eh."
Satisfied, Blackshadow left her.
…
"Okay, right." Thorntail purred, bounding along beside Rosethorn, "What are we looking for again?"
"We're looking for…" Rosethorn sighed, deciding that it would be pointless to tell Thorntail the name of the herb they would look for – she had told him five times already, and he never could remember. "We're looking for these pretty, violet berries. They make herbs more bearable to taste."
"So the berries are edible?" Thorntail asked, flashing her a glance. "And they taste good? When we find them, can I have some?"
"Depends on how many there are," Rosethorn answered him with a flick of her tail, "But I'll try to spare one. They're really sweet."
"I like sweet," Thorntail purred, and sniffed the air curiously – for what, Rosethorn had no clue, "So…the kits were really beautiful, huh?" he asked – seeming to make an attempt at small talk.
Rosethorn recalled the events of the morning. "Applefur and Blackshadow must be proud," she purred softly. "Blazekit – their first born…and the biggest one in the litter… I think he'll make a fantastic warrior – especially."
"What about Baykit?" Thorntail asked her, fixing his ice-blue gaze on the dark ginger she-cat. "Did you see her build? She's small – but also lithe. I'm sure she'll be quick…"
"But I think Petalkit will have an easier time having kits in the future," Rosethorn pointed out – realizing how odd it was that they were discussing their friends' kits. "She has a wider figure – that's good for harboring young."
Thorntail mewed an agreement, and commented on how Nightkit's pelt would be useful for stalking in the shadows – Rosethorn didn't truly listen. Before she could stop herself, she asked, "Do you ever want to have kits, some day? Real kits?"
Thorntail hesitated before answering. Finally, he sighed, "No." he gave no explanation to as why.
"You'd make a good father," Rosethorn pointed out, but Thorntail shrugged his shoulders – and joy flooded Rosethorn faster then a WindClan cat fleeing from a battle.
Rosethorn looked down at her paws – guilty that she felt so relieved at Thorntail's answer. Kits were the one of the many things she could never give him – if she wanted to keep her honor and status.
She suddenly noticed a bush – that surprisingly, hadn't been picked clean of the violet berries by the birds, and was about to run towards it, when Thorntail blocked her destination with his body.
"I smell RiverClan," he growled,
Rosethorn instinctively unsheathed her claws – and almost on cue, a RiverClan warrior that she knew all too well slithered out of the bushes.
"Thorntail," Owlpelt murmured, leveling his amber gaze with Thorntail's. "I…I know you're probably getting annoyed with me…"
Rosethorn dug her claws into the earth. Thorntail wasn't the only cat! What part of the Clan boundaries could these cats not understand? Was it hard?
"This is probably the last time," Owlpelt stressed, his eyes pleading for Thorntail – who had remained silent – to agree. "It's Shadenight. She's at Fourtrees...She wants to know what your true feelings for her are, Thorntail."
As Rosethorn waited for Thorntail's answer, she felt her heart pound hard and loud in her chest. She looked around self-consciously – worried that the two tom cats could hear it.
"She says that she won't leave until you come," Owlpelt put in – and Rosethorn flicked her gaze to her paws. So, Shadenight was using that tactic again…
Thorntail hesitated for a moment, as if he wasn't sure how to answer, but finally, he shrugged his shoulders. "Okay, Owlpelt. I'll come." He rested his blue gaze on Rosethorn. "Will you wait for me?" he asked. "I'm going to let Shadenight know how I really feel about her."
Rosethorn's heart lurched – but she forced herself to dip her head. "I'll wait," she promised. It was time Thorntail stopped running away from the black she-cat, and accepted his feelings for her – whether they be distain, or love.
"I'll wait by Sunningrocks," Rosethorn mewed. "I'll probably take Ebonypaw with me…I need to talk to her about something."
Thorntail touched her nose with his own, and gently touched her shoulder with his tail – sending warm shivers down Rosethorn's spine – before he turned away from her.
"Let's go," he meowed to Owlpelt, who nodded, and looked surprised – as well as disappointed – that Thorntail had so quickly accepted the request.
Rosethorn watched carefully as the two toms padded off - to where Thorntail and Shadenight would either intertwine their tails for the rest of eternity, or would separate and never mention one another again...
She shivered, and felt guilty as she prayed to StarClan that it was the latter.
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