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Darkcloud lay next to Honeyfeather in the nursery as they watched her only kit - her son, Falconkit - sleep peacefully. He was curled up into a tight ball next to Daisy.
"I don't want him growing up with out a father." Honeyfeather finally said and Darkcloud nodded in understanding. The day before, Foxleap, Honeyfeathers mate and the father of her kit, was in a battle with a fox.
The patrol, Icecloud, Foxleap, Darkcloud, Blossomfall, and Ashpelt, had managed to chase the fox out of ThunderClan but not without sustaining some of their own wounds. Blossomfall couldn't even move one of her legs because of a deep bite to the shoulder, half of Ashpelts face was now slightly scarred - not as bad as Brighthearts - and his ear was shredded.
But Foxleap had gotten the worst. He had jumped in from of Icecloud to protect her and ended up getting attacked and had a long gash on his chest and stomach.
"Icecloud!" Foxleap screamed and raced towards his sister. The fox was just rearing when he got there and the reddish brown tom flew in front of his sister just in time to take the force of the blow.
The fox sent him spiralling back, into a tree. He let out a yelp of surprise as the animal launched itself at him again and started tearing at his tummy. The rest of the patrol ran to help Foxleap but it seemed that he had already got the worst of the injuries.
Darkcloud let out a battle cry as his unsheathed claws raked down the fox's flank. It turned to snap at Darkcloud, while Blossomfall and Ashpelt slashed his chest. The fox yelped and jumped away from the warriors.
It turned, held its tail between its legs and scampered off into the forest.
"Foxleap..." Icecloud gasped when she saw her brother laying on the ground with an open wound. Guilt flashed in her eyes; she was the reason he was hurt.
"Let's get him back to camp." Ashpelt ordered as he moved to the older warriors side. The grey warrior, despite his age, was one of the most mature warriors in the Clan. He was like the younger version of Brackenfur.
Darkcloud helped Foxleap off the forest floor and helped him begin to limp to the direction of camp. "If I die, tell Honeyfeather that I love her... And that I'm sorry I couldn't be a father to our kit."
"I'll tell her." Darkcloud agreed.
The patrol managed to get him back to camp before Foxleap finally died. Honeyfeather was a mess of sobs, wails and screams. Even Darkcloud hadn't handled the news too well; Foxleap had grown on him over the moons and they were almost considered friends.
"Will you do it?" Honeyfeather asked the dark brown warrior, snapping him out of his daydream. "Will you be Falconkits father?"
Darkcloud whipped around to face Honeyfeather when she said that. Sure, he was already practically Falconkits second father as it is, but this was taking it to a whole new level.
"Wh-what?" Darkcloud stuttered. "Honeyfeather, I- I like you as a friend and all but, I don't... I mean-"
"We aren't becoming mates " Honeyfeather snapped, "Falconkit can't have only females in his life. You're practically already his father so why not just seal the deal?"
Darkcloud looked back at the kit. He was only four moons old and Darkcloud already loved him as his own son. Falconkit was the only survivor from a litter of three and it only prove that he would be a strong warrior.
"Alright." Darkcloud agreed, "but only if Falconkit knows that I'm not his birth father. I don't want to confuse him of why we aren't like the other mates or why he remembers a reddish brown tom in his life."
Honeyfeather nodded, "Fair enough. I don't think he'll forget Foxleap though, he's old enough. I remember things when I was only four moons."
Darkcloud nodded, "So do I, I remember all the adventures that Thistlefang, Mapleclaw and I used to always go on..."
Darkcloud smiled at the memory of his brother, who had died only six moons ago. He truly did miss his brother - his death had been the most painful thing Darkcloud had ever experienced - but he knew Thistlefang was in a better place. He was already dead on the inside.
One of Honeyfeathers kits was named after Thistlefang; his name was Fangkit. But he had been one of the two who had died from cold. Fangkit and his sister, Sweetkit, had snuck out one night to explore the forest and Brackenfur found them the next morning, buried in snow.
Falconkit stirred and his eyes blinked open. When he saw Darkcloud and Honeyfeather watching him, he trotted over to where they were laying. "Hi, mama, hey Darkcloud! Is father back yet? He promised to show me how to catch a raven."
Honeyfeather let out a sigh as she wrapped her tail around her kit and pulled him closer, "About that, we need to talk...
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