Book 1 - Warriors: The Shadow Outcast

Chapter Fifteen

The next few weeks were dull for Rainfur. He was ignoring everyone and everyone was ignoring him. It was simple, yet plain. When he went on patrols, he just did what he was told. When he went hunting, it was by himself. When he ate his fresh-kill, he ate alone. The only cat who was talking to him was Robinwing, and even then it was distant.

Rainfur was just happy that he wasn't exiled. Ravenstar had told the Clan that he, himself, had provoked the demon and that it was his fault. The Clan had disagreed, but didn't argue. They were too afraid.

WindClan was now even angrier and fearful of ThunderClan now. They grieved for Blackpelt, and were frightened of what had happened to her. However, Rosestar was just asking for a war. They kept sending hostile glares, and when Rainfur was on a patrol, they sometimes attacked.

ShadowClan didn't have a clue of what was going on. They just thought it was because of Ravenstar and Blackpelt, and they kept mocking ThunderClan patrols as they came by. It was actually quite normal for them, and they didn't know anything about him.

The thunderstorm that Rainfur's monster had made did not go away. It was still going, and it seemed angry. It kept getting wilder, and though it hadn't made any fires yet, Rainfur was sure that it was going to happen soon.

He sighed with frustration as he finished his mouse, hoping that his life would get better. It was just about perfect until those stupid gatherings.

"Rainfur. . ." Robinwing murmured, looking as if she were in pain. "I don't feel so good. . ." Rainfur immediately stood up and walked over to his mate.

"Did you eat too much?" asked Rainfur. Robinwing nodded, making Rainfur chuckle a bit. "Then go see Snowdrift, I'm sure he'll give you a herb that'll clear that right up." Robinwing nodded again before standing up painfully and making her way over to the medicine den.

"Where's Robinwing going?" asked Sweetpaw as she walked up to him. She grabbed a plump mouse from the fresh-kill pile before sitting down beside him. She looked happy today, and oddly curious as well.

"Just to the medicine den," Rainfur replied, sitting down. "She ate too much."

"She's been doing that a lot lately," said Sweetpaw as lied down to start eating the mouse. "I saw her taking twice her share yesterday morning, and then again today. She had stomach problems both times. I wonder if she's got a cold. . ."

"I doubt it," said Rainfur confidently. "New-leaf is not the time to catch a cold. Though, it is the time for kits. . ." Rainfur's eyes widened then, realizing something that he hadn't even thought of.

Robinwing was having stomach problems.

Robinwing was eating too much.

Is Robinwing going to have. . .kits? My kits?

Rainfur's heart was beating really fast as he realised how true that could be. It had been almost a moon since they'd declared themselves mates.

What would he do? Rainfur knew nothing of being a dad, only a brother, and even then it was...different. How could he take care of these kits? How would he take care of Robinwing during her pregnancy? He wasn't ready for this at all.

Robinwing then erupted from the medicine den then, her face filled with joy. Rainfur smiled as he realised what she was going to announce. He ran up to her and licked her cheek, his tail twitching with happiness.

"I'm having kits!" Robinwing announced. Everybody cheered, not even caring who the father was. Rainfur and Robinwing smiled at each other, feeling connected with joy.

"You'll be a brilliant mother," Rainfur purred, licking her forehead.

"And you a wonderful father," Robinwing agreed before snuggling up to Rainfur. The two of them stayed together, both comfortable enough to fall asleep together.