Shift stared at his mate, amazed.
“Are you certain?”
Spot nodded, her eyes shining.
“You’re going to be a father.”
Shift purred weakly.
“I love you Spottedleaf.”
The tortoiseshell she-cat glared at him, the gentleness that usually lived in her suddenly replaced by anger.
“It‘s Spot now. You know I left the Clans forever, please don’t remind me of them!”
Shift nodded, eyeing her claws apprehensively. Even though it had been moons ago, he still remembered when he had first met her. Har had staggered into Twolegplace, her claws stained red with blood, smelling of death. He had alter learned that it had been a cat called Clawface’s blood, and another cat called Firepaw’s death scent. Apparently, Clawface had tried to attack her, and Firepaw had gotten in the way. The way Spot had told the story implied that Firepaw had been more then a friend to her, but the closer he had gotten to her, and the more times he’d heard the story retold, her feelings for Firepaw seemed to shrink, until when she told it and didn’t even mention his name.