Visiting Plunderclan

Thistlefur looked at her. 'Does it matter? We where seeing each other before why can't we still? I don't want anyone but you Barkfur. I love you."

"I know, I love you too, but.." Barkfur felt hopeless. "How am I going to explain our future kits?" she wailed, not loud though.

"Mothers don't have to tell anyone their mates if they want to. You can pretend they are from Thunderclan." Thistlefur whipered, pressing his muzzle against hers.

All of her worries sank out through her paws as Barkfur pushed her muzzle against Thistlefur's. "Your right. Nothing will stop love, ever."

"Nothing." Thistlefur repeated. He closed his eyes and began to pur softy.

Barkfur lied down and waited for Thistlefur to join her for a nap. They had plenty of time to spare, it was only sun-high. How would some sleep hurt them?

Thislefur yawned and closed his eyes firmly falling asleep almost instantly.

Barkfur slept comfortably, the last thing running through her mind was the possbility of little kits nuzzling at her belly.

Thistlefur woke with a start and looked out. It was nearing Sun-down. "Barkfur! Barkfur wake up!" He whispered urgently.

Barkfur jumped to her paws, her eyes wide. She was growling. "What is it?"

"I've got to get back! They'll start to wonder where I've gone!" Thistlefur licked Barkfur's ear. "I'll promise to come again." He whspered.

Barkfur nodded. "Two suns from now, at sunhigh right here." she mewed, sadness tangling her words.

"Alright." Thistlefur mewed, touching her nose with his. "Goddbye. See you in two suns." Then he turned and ran off into the forest.

Barkfur savored her last moment with Thistlefur, her nose with his. Then she let out a great sigh and left the set, looking for any prey. She ended up with a small mouse, scrawny and thin. Her tail drooped as she made it back to camp.