Post by sandfire on Dec 24, 2009 11:48:49 GMT -5
Drydusk felt nothing but uneasiness as he snuck out of the Shadowclan camp the night after the gathering. Cats were always coming and going in secret, but he may have been the best at hiding. He still couldn't help but be uneasy. He didn't know why. Maybe Shadestar would have his fur for this... But his brother knew damn well knew that he loved Dustpaw- now Dustfeather. He missed her, too. If he could be leader, even for just a hairbreath, he would let her come back. He'd make sure no Fireclan scum touched her either.
But this... This wasn't so much of a concern to him, as the idea of his kits. "Half"-clan... Maybe it wouldn't be a problem of blood, merely... But what about where they would go? would she even be able to have his kits? What if she died from the birthing? Windclan would likely take the kits, but he wanted to raise his own, too. Maybe that was selfish... Only if it was a tom, he decided. He didn't trust Fireclan around a little she-kit. He shivered at that thought as he padded around the edge of the lake, staying low.
Even then, he knew that seperating the kits- if there were even more than one- would result in them having to fight, in the end. Hopefully not often... Shadowclan didn't hold a boarder with Windclan, so maybe it would be okay. Maybe. He wondered if they- if him and Dustfeather- would be able to see each other more often, like this. He was sure he could easily sleep in, although he didn't know if she would be able to. The late nights might be too much for her, especially with the journey... Especially with his kits. At least there was always the Gathering. He sighed softly as he thought about it, the speck of an island now just before his paws. He stepped over the thick ice as snow fell from Starclan and made his way to the island.
He sat down by the tree where the leaders stood and curled up there, waiting off the cold for Dustfeather to show. She would, he knew it. His blue eyes flicked around from time to time, searching for her pelt, her scent, her...
But this... This wasn't so much of a concern to him, as the idea of his kits. "Half"-clan... Maybe it wouldn't be a problem of blood, merely... But what about where they would go? would she even be able to have his kits? What if she died from the birthing? Windclan would likely take the kits, but he wanted to raise his own, too. Maybe that was selfish... Only if it was a tom, he decided. He didn't trust Fireclan around a little she-kit. He shivered at that thought as he padded around the edge of the lake, staying low.
Even then, he knew that seperating the kits- if there were even more than one- would result in them having to fight, in the end. Hopefully not often... Shadowclan didn't hold a boarder with Windclan, so maybe it would be okay. Maybe. He wondered if they- if him and Dustfeather- would be able to see each other more often, like this. He was sure he could easily sleep in, although he didn't know if she would be able to. The late nights might be too much for her, especially with the journey... Especially with his kits. At least there was always the Gathering. He sighed softly as he thought about it, the speck of an island now just before his paws. He stepped over the thick ice as snow fell from Starclan and made his way to the island.
He sat down by the tree where the leaders stood and curled up there, waiting off the cold for Dustfeather to show. She would, he knew it. His blue eyes flicked around from time to time, searching for her pelt, her scent, her...
