A silver she-cat lied in a clearing. Her pelt glowing by moonshine. A rustle in the bushes nearby made her ears prick forward. She sat up claws unsheathed. A muscular tabby popped out. He had a scar acrossed his eye and the tip of his left ear gone.
The she-cat recognized the scent of the tabby. Nightclan. "Hello River- Mist." He growled coldly. "Lightning- Blast." She diped her head politely.
The Nightclan deputy's eyes locked with her's. "I've came to speak with you about your clan. We have scented Rainclan cats over our territory line." He spoke with annoyance in his voice.
The Rainclan deputy took a step back. "We are loyal cats and respect boundaries. I can not belive you when you say this." She growled back.
"Fine. Belive it or not but just know Rainclan should watch their backs from now on." He retorted.
Clouds washed over the moon. And just like that he was gone. And just like that the she-cat was left alone in the clearing. With Starclan watching over her.
She turned around heading back to camp. Glancing at her stomach. It has gotten bigger but as the kits grow the more it will swell. I hope my kits won't have to deal with stuff like this. She returned back to her home Rainclan camp. She entered the tunnel and walked in the cent the camp to find Dappled Pelt pacing back and forth.
River Mist approached the medicine cat. "Are you alright Dappled Pelt?" She asked. The cat whipped around startled. "Why yes. Yes I am. How are you doing?" She replied. "Just a little sore. But I'll be better when the kits are born." The medicine cat looked at her stomach. "Why yes the kits look great and so do you."
"Thanks." She said a little embarrassed. "Have you seen Grey- Storm by any chance?" River Mist asked worried about her mate. I found a scent trail if him but it was stale." She shook her head, "Haven't seen him since sunhigh. I think he went out hunting."
The cats said their goodbyes. River Mist walked towards the nursery. Where is he? If he isn't back by dawn I'll need to tell Stream Star. She circled in her nest, carful not to walk up the other queens : Blue Feather and Dashing- Lily. She curled up resting her head on her paws.
What if he doesn't come back? What if I never see him again? Will my kits grow up with out a father?
