Nightclouds Heartache

Chapter two

  Nightkit woke up in confusion. Where am I, she asked to herself. Then she remembered what had happened early in the day. She got up and stretched her legs. She didn't feel like she had a nap. She felt sad and wilted. She decided she better head back to camp. I've probably worried my Breezeheart sick, she thought guiltily.
As she got closer to camp, an unbearable amount of questions bubbled up inside Nightkit's brain. Will Clearwind still love me? Will he still think of me as his kit? Will Breezeheart be angry at him forever? She pushed the questions out of her mind. I'll deal with that later, she thought grimly. As she approached camp she expected to see Breezeheart run up to her in relief, but she didn't. In fact, no cat did. I guess no cat knew I was gone, she thought to herself. She let out a small sigh. She knew she should be happy that she wouldn't get in trouble, but she felt a small prickle of hurt in her belly that her absence had gone unnoticed. When she approached the nursery, she saw Breezeheart talking sadly to the newest queen Ashfoot.
Nightkit felt a stab of grief in her throat, not just for herself, but for her mother too. Nightkit decided she had to reason with her father. Maybe she could get him to talk to Breezeheart. The closer she got to him the more confident she got that Clearwind would not just throw his father-ship to her away like a mouse bone. As she approached him she knew exactly what to say.
"Clearwind, I know that Breezeheart said your not my father, but I know in my heart that-" He cut her off.
"Look Nightkit, what your mother said is true. I'm not your father anymore. I don't want a scrawny mate or kit. I deserve better than that!" Clearwind finished with his nose in the air. Nightkit expected herself to cry, but instead she felt anger bubbling in her stomach.
"You are wrong, Clearwind! You deserve much LESS than me and Breezeheart! You may be my father by blood, but you will never be my true father!" With that, she ran as fast as she could to the nursery. She ran into the paws of her mother who had been listening to her kit and former mate. Breezeheart curled her tail around Nightkit.
"You are a smart and beautiful cat and don't let any cat tell you different. We don't need him." Breezeheart said half loving, half sad.
"No we don-" Nightkit interrupted her self with a yawn.
"It's time you get some sleep." Breezeheart said comfortingly, "You have had a, well... a big day." Breezeheart finished. As Nightkit drifted to sleep she wondered why she wasn't more sad about Clearwind. But whats there to miss about him, she asked herself. He never listened to me or played with me, like Deadfoot does with his kits. He was never kind. And with that last thought she drifted into a comfortable sleep.