I don't own Warriors.

Silentwind gazed up at Littlecloud. The medicine cat gave her a few bitter herbs, and she swallowed them while she waited for him to speak.

"You were right," Littlecloud said.

Ravenfang licked her ear. "They're our kits," he whispered.

Silentwind purred, smiling up at him. "Our ShadowClan kits."

"You'll have to move into the nursery soon," the medicine cat interrupted. "You might hurt your kits if you stay a warrior any longer."

"Of course," Ravenfang agreed. "We don't want to put them in any more danger."

Silentwind looked up, startled. "What?"

Ravenfang and Littlecloud shared a long look. "Nothing. It's just that since you used to be a ThunderClan cat, they might want the kits."

"Oh," Silentwind said, even though she could tell Ravenfang was lying. "I can move in tonight, then."

"That will be fine," Littlecloud said quickly. "Owlpaw can gather moss for your nest. Why don't you go speak with Tawnypelt and Snowbird now?" Silentwind stood and left Littlecloud's den, leaving the two toms alone.

"You haven't told her yet?" Littlecloud asked. "Do you have any idea how many cats would love to kill her kits, just because they're yours too?"

"I know better than you," Ravenfang replied, closing his eyes. "ShadowClan holds nothing against me because they know I can't help being related to him, and they know I'd kill myself sooner than leave ShadowClan."

"What about Silentwind?"

"I don't know. I love her, Littlecloud, I love her more than she can imagine. Even before I met her she walked through my dreams. I hated that I always thought about her, and when I first saw her…I was blinded by fury that an apprentice could make me feel that way. But the next time I saw her, I had to ask her why. Every time I see her I love her more. If she would leave, I don't know what I would do. I've heard tales about soul mates, and if they're true than she's mine."

"You're afraid she'll leave you."

"Yes, I am," Ravenfang said. "My father tried to kill her mother. If it was the opposite way I know I couldn't love her. I couldn't love someone who I knew might try and kill me. She would have every right to walk away and never come back."

"Do you think she would? I think she does love you. Do you think that could change so easily?"

"No, but I do think she'd be afraid. My father was Blackstar, Littlecloud. He killed more cats than Tigerstar, and more ruthlessly. Some of those cats were cannibals. And he's my father."

"Silentwind's in danger too, you know," Littlecloud said gently. "She deserves to know."

Outside Littlecloud's den Silentwind stood, eyes wide with shock, hearing everything the two toms had said.