If Spottedleaf had lived

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If Spottedleaf had lived
Firepaw turned from the ShadowClan warrior, hissing. He turned when he heard Spottedleaf yowl in agony.
 * "Firepaw!" she screeched, tearing at Clawface's ear.

Firepaw's face grew hot with rage. Letting out a battle cry, he leaped onto Clawface's back, swiping his claws down his spine. Clawface yowled, trying to roll over to get to Firepaw. As Firepaw jumped off his back, he bit his paw, tearing the skin. Spottedleaf growled, lashing a paw out at his face. Clawface screamed again, and ran out of camp like a terrified kit.
 * "Firepaw, thank you." said Spottedleaf calmly. She touched her nose to his paw pad. The battle was over. "Come on, you need that paw taken care of."

Firepaw padded into the den, smelling the strong herbs. Spottedleaf pulled out some Coltsfoot from the wall, and chewed it up, squeezing the poultice onto the scarred pad. She then took some cobwebs, and pushed them gently towards Firepaw.
 * "Can you put it on yourself? I need to check the others."
 * "Sure. Can you check on Yellowfang, please?" Asked Firepaw, hoping the wry old she-cat had not been harmed.
 * "I'll be on it," Spottedleaf inquired, sighing. She looked longingly at the handsome firey tom. If only she wasn't a medicine cat...

* *  * Spottedleaf walked into the medicine cat den, gasping at what had just happened. She... she wasn't sure... She and Firepaw, who had been Fireheart for two nights now, had gone out to the Sunningrocks late at night. They had looked at the moon, and no one figured out. She had done this with him about a quarter moon ago. Certainly she couldn't be...?
 * "Hey Spottedleaf, I think I have a belly ache," said Mousefur, just padding in. The spunky she-cat did seem to be in pain, for a minute later she was crouching down, moaning in the hurt.
 * "It's ok, Mousefur. I'll give you some juniper berry, and no more patrols for the rest of today, understood?" said Spottedleaf sternly.
 * "Pfft. Young she-cat, thinks she knows everything...I understand." growled Mousefur, looking at the floor of the den. "Good. Now, you chew them up, I have to see someone." said Spottedleaf, reaching for the precious blue berries.

Mousefur looked at her questioningly, then shot her ears forward, as though interested in what Spottedleaf would say next. "Got your eyes on a young tom, eh? I won't tell anyone. Now as for me, I'd prefer not to have a mate..." explained the wiry brown she-cat. Spottedleaf let Mousefur drift off on her own, sighing. She knew she was going to have Fireheart's kits. She knew if anyone figured out she would be in much trouble. Spottedleaf padded out of camp, trotting over to the Sunningrocks. Fireheart was standing there, looking at her with pleasurable eyes. Spottedleaf ran over to Fireheart, touching noses with him when she saw him.
 * "Oh, Fireheart, I have wonderful news." she let the moment hang, and Fireheart's eyes turned excited and happy. "I am going to have our kits."

Instead of yowling with excitement like Spottedleaf thought, he just slowly turned, not meeting his eyes to hers.
 * "Spottedleaf..." he gasped. "I didn't think this would happen."
 * "Me neither. But what's done is done. We can't change the past." mewed Spottedleaf, gently letting her tail tip rest on his shoulder.
 * "I know." he sighed. "I...I didn't want this. If Tigerclaw found out, he'd--"
 * "But he won't," Spottedleaf cut him off, hope in her eyes. "No one will ever know."
 * "How will you feed them?"
 * "I won't. I can always say I found them by the Thunderpath, that maybe a Twoleg dumped them."

Fireheart sighed again. This was not a safe situation for ThunderClan. He then turned to Spottedleaf, and they touched noses. He licked her cheek.
 * "If you say so." he meowed.