The Siamese she cat padded anxiously and quickly through the forest. Her ears, long and pricked as she moved through the brush, swiveled at the sound of rustling leaves. But it was only a vole, and as soon as the creature saw her, it let out a panicked squeak and dived back into the bush.

She sighed with relief that it wasn't one of her clan mates, and continued on her way. Soon she had made it to the clearing, and the moss below her feet muffled her paw steps. Her blue eyes were wide with anxiety as she looked around, and let out a loud whisper.

"Blackpath!"

There was a rustle, and the Thistleclan medicine cat bounded out of the bushes, looking around anxiously. The black tom rubbed his muzzle against hers, purring. She sighed in relief. "I didn't see you." She told him, and he purred. "Mudfoot." He said, licking the she cat's cheek.

The tom looked his mate up and down, and his yellow eyes widened. "See it now?" Mudfoot asked him, purring and licking her mate's cheek. Blackpath's eyes shone as he whispered "Thistleclan will have wonderful new kits." He said, purring.

"Who should I tell them the father is?" She asked, concern rubbing itself onto her brown point face. "Any tom. You could even say that you don't know. But no cat will know." Blackpath replied, nuzzling her comfortingly. She sighed. "But it'll be so hard for you, being close to them. Watching them grow up. You can even be close to them, as their medicine cat. But you'll never be able to tell anyone..." she said sadly, feeling bad for her mate.

"I'll survive." He said, licking her cheek. She purred again, looking into his eyes. "How many?" She asked. He gently poked her stomach, feeling for the small bundles that were his kits. "Three." She purred, and then glanced at the horizon. "It's almost dawn." She told Blackpath regretfully. Standing up, she nuzzled the tom, and padded slowly back into the forest.