Timberheart trotted through the undergrowth. The full moon shone among silverpelt, far above the forest. Whiteraven's sweet scent got carried towards him, and his paws tingled. He sped up until he was racing through the undergrowth. He slowed down when he saw Whiteraven's white, fluffy pelt. "There you are." Whiteraven purred. "I was afraid you wouldn't make it." She added as she nuzzled him. "How's the wound?" She asked, inspecting the scratch Fernleaf had given him. He shrugged. "Not so bad. I think it's healing well." He mewed, flicking his tail. "Look." Whiteraven mewed, and Timberheart could see uncountable tiny orange dots in her bright blue eyes. He turned, and saw that the forest was covered with fireflies. "Wow." He whispered. Timberheart dropped into a hunting crouch before leaping into the midst. The swirled up, and he rolled onto his back, gazing up. It was as if the stars had come down to meet him. He stretched out a paw, and one landed on it. Whiteraven padded towards him and lay down beside the dark brown tom, and rolled onto her back. They lay in silence while the fireflies settled on them. He turned his head to look at her. Her fluffy white pelt was smothered with the tiny bugs. "You look like a Starclan cat." He teased. Whiteraven stretched her neck and gave him a lick on the cheek. "You're just lucky that I'm not a Starclan cat." She purred. Timberheart entwined his tail with hers. "I know there's something on your mind, and it's worrying you." He murmured. By the way she moved, and how her fur pricked. He knew her well enough. Whiteraven sighed and closed her eyes. "What is it?" Timberheart asked, panic edging his voice, and his heart was already thumping. "I'm carrying your kits."
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Warrior Cats: Darkness Rising. (2/3)
FanfictionFernpaw has received her warrior name, Fernleaf. But the threats are rising and the rogues are becoming bolder and bolder, and their only goal is to wipe out the clans and take over their territories. But obstacles keep popping up as Fernleaf treads...
