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Crossflame watched Leopardwhisker and Pinenose wandering around Camp. Leopardwhisker hadn't spoken to her ever since, at least, hardly. And Pinenose wouldn't stop talking to her.
She decided who she liked more not long ago. Actually right when Leopardwhisker stopped talking to her. At that time she felt like everything was all over, and then she realized who she wanted more. And she would tell him now.
With a heave, Crossflame rose to her paws and bounded over to Leopardwhisker. "I need to talk to you," she told the tom. He glanced at her, his eyes suddenly showing a shaken emotion. She gently nudged him out of Camp, smiling to herself. "I wanted to tell you that I like you..." she murmured, hoping she wouldn't be friend-zoned. (#WorstNightmare)
Leopardwhisker smiled, and his eyes glowed with reluctance. "Same with me," he purred and nuzzled her. "But I was so sure you'd pick my brother."
"Oh, no. I like you more," she smiled. Soon enough they returned to Camp.
A Few Moons Later
Lionshade had his kits by then, three of them. Two toms and a she-cat. Named Sunkit, Sandkit and Furzekit.
Finchstar had caught a severe case of black-cough, and stayed in her den throughout the day.
And lastly, Crossflame was expecting Leopardwhisker's kits.
Leopardwhisker purred and licked Crossflame's ear as he pinned her down joyfully. "You should be resting," he informed her. "It's better with you." She refused. "With you, too. Now come on." Leopardwhisker nudged her to her paws and watched her head to her nest. Crossflame smiled gratefully and settled down in the mossy softness. A moon had already passed, and she had another left. But she didn't bother think about it. She loved Leopardwhisker, but times grew tense around Pinenose every now and then.
Finchstar spluttered blood in her den, spewing as she tried to breath. She hacked up and dropped to the ground outside her den. Gorseflame lumbered over, checking on Finchstar, who was supposedly dead. Later on, Gorseflame found traces of death-berries in her system, and announced this was not actually black-cough, but murder.
"This is an outrage!" a cat of the Clan yowled. Rainstorm sat tentatively in the corner of Camp, watching calmly. Didn't she feel any sort of concern about this?!
"Come on, Rainstorm. Lets go receive your nine lives." Gorseflame called for her and left Camp with the soon to be leader.
Crossflame stared at her belly, thinking of her kits. What if she was the next target? Unlikely, but possible. What about her kits? She shuddered at the thought and tucked her muzzle under her paws.
By next chapter Crossflame will have her kits, so I will be accepting any beginning now! Please send them in quickly, as I am going to write the next chapter soon, and not very late. I'll give you at the least one day, to two days.
Sorry about the short chapter, I'm going somewhere today.
Chow! :D