Lotuswhisker's Past

Prologue

Lotuswhisker was trembling, standing amidst in the storm. Thunder had always scared her, but she had to do this. Finally, a figure appeared in the mist and her worries began to melt, and her heart began to warm. "Brackengleam." She murmured happily and softly. He had a serious expression on his face, as though dreading their secret meeting. They curled up beneath a log and she snuggled against his fur. "What's wrong?" She asked, her anxiety's haunting her. So many things could go wrong from this. He shook his head. "They found me out Lotuswhisker. Birchclan, they know I've been sneaking out, and they know I'm with someone." Lotuswhisker bit back a sharp cry. "But our kits!" She whispered urgently. He sighed and seemed smaller than before. "I know, but it will be fine. They don't know who you are, what clan you're from, or that you're having kits." I nodded, and he got back up. "Lotuswhisker, dearest, I have to leave. I love you, but I may as well never see you again. I'm becoming a rouge, Birchclan is out to kill me. I promise you, i-it will be alright. The warrior code says you don't have to speak the father of the kits, tell whatever lies you have. Get another mate, get other kits! As long as you and our kits are alive and well, and safe, I will be too." Lotuswhisker nodded and buried her head into his fur. "G-Goodbye then... I-I guess that this is the end." Brackengleam gave her a lick on the ear and disappeared into the mist.