I gave up on planning now. Lol. Everything now is all in my head.

Also, this story should be done soon! Thanks for everyone who's stuck along to this point.

Chapter Fourteen

Darkfang's eyes fluttered open. He imminently realized the differences in scenery. He was in a den. Not any of the dens he has ever been in before this. No.

"About time!" A young she-cat's voice greeted him with a grin.

"Hey Fernpaw." He smiled slightly, shaking out his fur.

"It's your turn to take care of Whitetail's ticks." Fernpaw grinned. "Good luck!" She escaped the den quickly.

Darkfang chuckled. She'll be a great warrior.

Crowfeather padded into the den, eyes narrow. "Darkfang."

"Crowfeather." He narrowed his eyes slightly. "What do you want?"

He got closer to him until his breath was on the other tom's neck. "We both know there is more to your story."

"That may be so." Darkfang licked his paw.

"Tell me." He hissed.

"Why should I?" Darkfang challeneged.

"How does this sound?" Crowfeather's eyes flashed. "A cat taken from outside the clan was found to be the murderer of one of the only kits in the nursery."

His eyes widened. "You wouldn't." Darkfang hissed.

"I would." He smirked.

"Fine." Darkfang growled, his fur bristling. "What do you want to know?"

"Have you ever had a mate?"

The ex-Shadowclan warrior hesitated. "Yes."

"She was from outside your birth clan, correct?"

Darkfang glanced away. "Yes…"

"She is a she-cat from this clan, correct?" The Windclan warrior's eyes gleamed.

"Why do you want to know?" Darkfang snapped, unsheathing his claws.

"Go ahead, Darky. Hurt me." He challenged. "See where that gets you."

The dark furred tom sheathed his claws, growling. "Yes."

"Is it Nightcloud?"

"Yes!" Darkfang hissed loudly, glaring at him. He was clearly annoyed. "Why do you care? You never loved her!"

Crowfeather let out a hiss as well. "Because you know something is off, right? You have suspicions over a certain grumpy tom."

"You?"

The warrior dug his claws into the ground. "You know what I mean. Admit it. Breezepelt is your kit."

Darkfang froze, glancing at him. "How…?"

"We never did anything until after she was expecting…. Not that either of us knew that, of course." Crowfeather scoffed. "She doesn't even know who the father is. I'm glad that-"

"Don't." He hissed.

"-she isn't my mate anymore."

The dark furred tom clawed at the ground. "What is the purpose of you telling me?"

"I want you to admit it to everyone. Let everyone know the half-clan cat that Breezepelt is and about how Nightcloud had an affair with you."

"And why would I do that?" Darkfang took a deep breath.

"Someone will, Darkfang."

He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths as his mind tried to figure out what exactly happened. Once he opened his eyes again, Crowfeather was gone.