"He should be here" Littlefeather thought as she paced the border between WindClan and RiverClan territory. "What if he doesn't come?" The river's water lapped the shore as a dark brown tom came walking out of the tree line. "Littlefeather?" the tom mewed and walked over to her. The she-cat purred and they sat down together with their tails twined. "Troutclaw?" mewed Littlefeather. Troutclaw started into his mate's light blue eyes, "Yes my love?" Littlefeather looks down and mutters "I-I-I'm" but stops. "Spit it out!" Troutclaw snarls. "I'm expecting kits." the she-cat mews. The tom stands up and backs away slowly, "No. You can't be." He turns and runs off with Littlefeather staring after him longingly. A final sentence hits the air, barely a whisper. "I love you."
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