As Snowstorm walked into camp she noticed something different about the clan. Why are they starring at me? She thought to herself. At that moment Bramblethorn trotted over to her. “Are you feeling alright?” he asked cautiously. “Uh, yeah,” she replied, “just tired from the hunt is all, why do you ask?”
“Come with me.” Bramblethorn said vaguely. He was leading her to the medicine den. Does he think I’m sick? Then it hit her, has he found out?! As they padded into the den Bluffeyes was there to meet them.
“Greetings,” she said, “come in.”
Snowstorm padded further in and sat down on a bed of moss. “Can I check up on your health?” Bluffeyes asked “Sure, of coarse”
“Lie down please” Bluffeyes said vaguely. Snowstorm lied down. Bluffeyes gently pressed her belly. “Yep, definitely kits.” She pressed some more, “They should be dew in a few days now.”
“Only one question remains now,” Bramblethorn replied with a snarl, “Who is their father? TELL ME!”
“Don’t be too hard on her! If she wants to tell she can.” Bluffeyes said obviously not wanting to side on the violent side of things. Should it tell them? Snowstorm thought to herself, no “The father wants to remain a secret.” She said plainly.
‘Then that is that.” Bluffeyes concluded.
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