Uhhhhh…this takes place before Hollyleaf's death and Icepaw and Foxpaw's apprentice ceremony. –sweatdrop-
HAD ENOUGH
"Hi, Ferncloud!" Dustpelt greeted, padding into the nursery with a vole in his jaws. "Hi, Icekit. Hi, Foxkit."
Foxkit pounced on Dustpelt's tail, while Icekit tumbled in between his forepaws. "Dad!" they cried in unison.
Ferncloud didn't look happy.
Dustpelt tried to ignore the tension he felt coming off of her in waves. "Uh…I brought you a vole! We can share." He dropped it at her paws and settled down in front of her. Icekit and Foxkit crawled over him, their weight pressing down on him. "Icekit, Foxkit, you two are getting too big to crawl on me, now," Dustpelt chuckled. He turned and took a large bite of the vole.
Ferncloud didn't move.
Dustpelt nudged the vole to her. "Have some."
She still sat motionless.
"Ferncloud?" Dustpelt licked her on the flank. "Are you okay?"
"Dustpelt," she mewed quietly. "I'm pregnant again."
"Really?" Dustpelt exclaimed. "That's great! More warriors for the Clan!" He noticed that she didn't look happy about it, and he asked, "What's wrong?"
"Dustpelt," she repeated, her voice low. "Can we go talk? In the forest?"
"And leave Foxkit and Icekit here?" Dustpelt glanced at the two almost six-moon-old kits, who were playing together in a patch of sunlight.
"Daisy will watch them." Ferncloud stood up, stretched, and padded into the clearing. Dustpelt followed her into the forest and to the lake.
Ferncloud sat down onto the pebbly shore, and Dustpelt sat beside her. "What is it?" he asked worriedly.
"Dustpelt…" she sighed, hesitating before she continued. "I feel like…you're…using me. For kits. I can't just constantly have kits until every single warrior in ThunderClan is my son or daughter."
Dustpelt stared at her, shocked, his eyes wide. What was she saying?
"I don't feel like you love me for me." Ferncloud's green eyes stayed on the lake, her expression blank. "I feel like you only love me for the kits I have. You want me to have more and more kits that can be strong and resemble you. You're too…well, not humble."
Dustpelt's heart sank and he stared at his paws. Ferncloud felt unloved…but he loved her more than anything. More than their kits. More than life.
"I…I do love you, Fern-" Dustpelt was cut off by his mate swinging her head around to face him. Her usually soft green eyes were blazing with fierceness and anger.
"You love the kits we have!" Ferncloud hissed. "I'm tired of you using me for kits! Dustpelt, I have had enough!"
She turned and stalked away.
Aw…poor Dusty! I know Ferncloud isn't mean, but this was all I could think of. I've always wanted to see (or write about, in this case) another side of her. :D Hope you liked it!
xx-Starfall-xx