Unheathly {Currently being Edited}

"Bad News isn't Wine, It doesn't improve with Age." ~ Colin Powell

"A few moons ago, she had come to him with something. A large problem, something he could not shake from his mind. She had met up with him one day. It seemed normal until he really looked at her. "Jasper!" She called. He had turned around, splashing her with water from a puddle and smiling. He made an effort to be flirty with her. He didn't love her, but he did like flirting in any situation. Then the words hit him, odd words. Things that would make him think twice about his life.
"I'm having kits!" She mewed, "You'll come with me to Windclan right?"