My life has been a emotional rollercoaster… I feel like… I don't even know! In real life, I feel like all these standards are being held against me. I don't even feel like explaining… Just… on with the story.

Oh, and this chapter is a bit awkward but… I didn't know what to do with this so…. yea.

Chapter Sixteen

Nightcloud nuzzled Darkfang softly. "I still can't believe this… you are part of Windclan now…"

"I don't believe it either." The dark furred tom admitted. "I was honestly surprised that Onestar let me join."

"I'm glad he did." She purred, licking his ear.

"I am too…" Darkfang trailed off, thinking back to his conversation with Crowfeather. "I- is Breezepelt my son?"

Nightcloud's eyes widened slightly in surprise. "What do you mean?"

"Is Breezepelt my son?" He repeated. "Crowfeather says it didn't line up correctly…." Darkfang glanced away, trailing off.

"I-I don't know…." Nightcloud whispered softly.

"You told me… You told me you were expecting kits… before…" Darkfang glanced away. "You never said they were mine…"

"I don't know who the father was." (Author's Note: Actually, female cats can carry two different tom's (or toms'?) kits. For the sake of the story, let's say Crowfeather was too late. Hehe.)

"So… it was possible that we have a kit?" Darkfang perked his ears.

She nodded slowly. "I-I do see parts of you in him…."

The dark furred tom purred softly, licking her ear. He quieted down after a moment. "I wish I could have helped raise him…"

"Maybe we'll have kits again." Nightcloud licked his nose.

"You don't have the right!" Breezepelt's hiss echoed through the camp.

"Says who?" Crowfeather hissed back.

"What's going on?" Nightcloud muttered to herself, pulling away from Darkfang. She padded toward the voices.

It has been days now since the last time we checked in with Windclan and Heathertail looked slightly plumper.

Breezepelt was standing by her defensively, his fur pricked and his teeth bared.

Crowfeather glared at him head-on.

"Breezepelt-" Heathertail started.

"No, he doesn't deserve to come in and judge my life." The tom glared at her before looking back at his 'father'. "He hasn't even been in it."

"Why should I?" He hissed back, eyes narrow. "You aren't worth it. You aren't even my son."

Breezepelt's eyes widened in surprise. "Not your son?"

By now, a group had gathered around and they began muttering among themselves.

I guess I truly did know that was true… Nightcloud cast her gaze away, avoiding the looks toward her.

"Mother?" The warrior glanced over at her.

"The truth is out." Crowfeather chuckled darkly, glancing over at Darkfang.

The dark furred narrowed his eyes, his fur bristling. "What do you think you are accomplishing here?"

"I-I-" Nightcloud started, not sure what to say.

Heathertail rested a tail on Breezetail's shoulder.

Breezepelt lashed his tail. "Good! You're a terrible father anyway!" He snapped, not fully sure what he was saying. He turned around and stalked away.

Nightcloud squeezed her eyes shut. "What just happened?" She muttered.