Dovewing's Kits

Tigerheart waited patiently for Dovewing at the Thunderclan-Shadowclan border near the twolegplace. They had been meeting here during the night for moons now. Dovewing was never this late. "Tigerheart." Dovewing cautiously padded out from behind a towering maple tree, an anxious aura about her. She walked slowly, as if she were ashamed of herself, until she met him. Tigerheart decided to cut to the chase. "What's wrong?" "Tigerheart, I have a problem. A big problem." Dovewing let go a heavy sigh and sat down next to a patch of clover. "Just tell me, Dove," Tigerheart mewed as he settled down next to her. Dovewing sighed again. "Tigerheart, I'm expecting kits." Her eyes watered a little bit, and she blinked a couple times. Tigerheart's eyes brightened, his ears perked up, and he scooted himself a little closer to Dovewing. "Dovewing, that's great!" Tigerheart congratulated, wrapping his tail around her. "No, it's not, it's the opposite of great! It's terrible is what it is! You know what happened to Hollypaw!" Dovepaw continued on, moving away from Tigerheart. "The warrior code meant everything to her. And when she found out that her mother broke the medicine cat code and the warrior code, it was all she could do to keep from going mad. What if our kits are like that?" "Dovewing, there have been half clan cats before. What about Stormfur and Feathertail? What about Mistystar and Stonefur?" Tigerheart's voice grew quieter. "What about me and my littermates?" "I know." Dovewing closed her eyes. "Dovewing, you don't have to tell the clan who the father is. Everyone will understand if you don't want them to know." "I know that!" Dovewing growled. "But what if the kits start to wonder? I know they will! What will I tell them?" "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Everything will be fine. Remember, Starclan is watching us. Have faith in them and everything will be fine." Empty words, Tigerheart thought.