Fawnstep

"' I'll always be with you, my sweets. I'll protect you through the darkest times, and stand by you forevermore. Don't forget that.'"-Fawnstep to Swiftkit and Snowkit

Fawnstep glared at Birchclaw, her fur pricking angrily. he stared at her, anger hardening his gaze.

"I don't want a bunch of flea pelted kits running around me" Birchclaw snarled. Fawnstep narrowed her eyes.

"Then why did you become my mate? You knew I wanted kits eventually." she hissed. She glanced around the forest to make sure no cat was listening.

"You think I actually loved you? Your the prettiest and kindest warrior in the clan right now. I needed a mate that would make me look good to the clans so that I become leader when Troutstar dies. Not Reedclaw. me." Birchclaw hissed. He looked thoughtful for a moment.

"You still can be my mate. Kits will make me look even better." his voice had grown dangerously cold and low and his eyes were narrowed to slits.

"And why should I?" she hissed back, fur spiekd up on her spine.

"Well..we wouldn't want anything to happen to those kits, now would we?' He hissed. Fawnstep hung her head, sorrow dragging at her heart, while anger made her head reel. But fear for the tiny, unborn lives squirming inside her made her meow.

"No." Her meow was barely audible. Birchclaw nuzzled her cheek as a patrol passed by, glancing slyly at them. Fawnstep realized that to them they looked like a happy couple, enjoying alone time in the woods. They had never been so wrong.