Driftblaze sat down in her new nest, beside the heavily pregnant Bluedawn. 

"Who's the father?" Bluedawn asked softly, laying on her side. 

"Antfeather. Who's the father of your kits, again?" Driftblaze tipped her head to the side. 

"Adderdawn." Bluedawn said with a far-away look in her eyes. 

"You'll have very cute kits." Driftblaze mewed thoughtfully. 

"Thanks. I heard Swiftwing a few days ago, he said something very peculiar." Bluedawn leaned closer. 

"What could it possibly be?" Driftblaze asked the blue-gray she-cat. 

"He said he'd been so sad since Cedarflower died. She's just a medicine cat. Do you know why he could care so much about her?" Bluedawn asked quietly. 

"I think they were mates."

"What?!" 

"I've seen them together at Gatherings. They seemed very close." 

"Did they have kits?" 

"I think Redwing is their kit." 

"How do you say that...oh. They've got the same suffix. Do you think Marigoldstar found out about Swiftwing and Cedarflower and decided to name Redwing after his father?" 

"I think so. It would make sense." 

"Whatever. It isn't any of our business, anyway." Bluedawn shrugged.