"Come on, Whiteclaw. You can't mope for the rest of your life," mewed Leopardfur sharply. The dark brown tom had been in his nest for three days now, and did not want to eat at all.
Ever since the death of Silverstream and the announcement that Graystripe was the father of her kits, Stormkit and Featherkit, Whiteclaw had been huddled in his nest, frozen in grief and shock. Leopardfur also felt sorry for the young warrior; he had loved Silverstream, only to find out that she never loved him back.
"Whiteclaw." Frogleap had entered the den. Brushing his pelt with Leopardfur's gently, he leaned over the grieving tom. "It's okay, Whiteclaw. You can still play with Featherkit and Stormkit, can't you? And you've got to hunt for your Clan, too. Everyone, especially your kin, has been worried sick about you." Sighing, Whiteclaw finally hauled himself out and mumbled, "Fine."
Exchanging a delighted glance, Leopardfur and Frogleap padded after him. "How are our kits? I'm sorry if I haven't been visiting regularly..." Leopardfur trailed off, afraid that her mate would be angry that she was too busy. But Frogleap's gaze remained soft as he gave Leopardfur's cheek a swift lick.
Purring, Leopardfur waved her tail goodbye and hurried after Whiteclaw. After hunting, she promised herself that she would dedicate the rest of the day to her kits.
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Leopardstar's Regret (COMPLETED)
FanfictionFor those who read Leopardstar's Honour, you will know what I'm talking about. All credits to Erin Hunter!
