Breezestar's Mistake

Chapter Fifteen

Nightshade was about to give birth to another litter of kits. Orangeleaf and Fuzzycloud took her in. Breezestar hurried the medicine cat den. Foxtail pushed him out. "Only the medicine cats." He walked away sadly. He ran toward Fishtail, the medicine cat, who was sharing tongues with Emberfoot. "Fishtail, if you could please search for herbs? Nightshade is giving birth to her next litter." Fishtail's eyes widened. She ran out of the camp. "Good."

Breezestar walked out of the camp. He walked over to the edge of these moor to hunt. He got two rabbits and one crow. He was amazed of how much he could get in a few minutes. He padded back to the camp. Before he got there, he was struck down to the ground. He opened his eyes and found himself in front of Fuzzytail. "Stop trying, Breezestar! No matter what, you will be stopped!" Breezestar couldn't help himself but to shout out. "WHO CARES? YOU'RE NOT MY SISTER ANYMORE! STOP ACTING LIKE YOU'RE EVEN RELATED TO ME! I DON'T CARE ANYMORE. TRY KILLING ME IF YOU WANT!" Fuzzytail looked at him in disbelief. "Fine."

Before he knew it, he was back in the moor. He took deep and large breathes. He got up to his paws. He struggled while doing. A lot of times be did. His leg still hurt. Breezestar walked slowly to the camp. He scrambled down the crowd into the medicine cat den. There, Orangeleaf, Fishtail, Foxtail, Fuzzycloud, and Nightshade were in there. But, he also realized two kits. They look like small pieces of fluff. "Breezestar!" A voice awakened him from his day dream. Breezestar looked down at Nightshade. "What are their names?" Nightshade asked. Foxtail muttered something to Fuzzycloud. "Okay, we'll leave you two alone," Fuzzycloud said. Breezestar watched them go. It was good to be alone with Nightshade once again. He examined the two kits closely. "Ok, let's see..." Breezestar still was looking at the dark brown tabby she-cat. He then turned his head to the blue-gray tom. "Barkkit," he said gesturing his tail to the brown tabby. "Featherkit is the blue-gray one," Nightshade purred.

Foxtail pinned down Breezestar. "Tell me more about Fuzzytail!" He looked at her in amazement. Foxtail has never sound so desperate. He nodded slowly. "Well, she has been haunting and threatening me ever since me and Nightshade became mates. Same with Brightsky a bit too. No Swiftspots or Brighttail, or Flamestar, or Ripplestar, or Badgerfang." Foxtail sighed. "Is that all you know?" Breezestar shook his head.

Breezestar watched his new clan. It just keeps on expanding. Nightshade just had her kits and the whole of the clans (except for five cats) belonged to himself. He saw someone slip into his den. "Hi Breezestar," a black she-cat said. It was hard to see, but Breezestar could tell this was obviously Nightshade. "Hi," he grumbled. He wasn't in the best mood, yet he was thankful. He looked from Nightshade to the entrance of his den. "I need to talk to you."