Silentvoice paced restlessly at the base of the great rock all the Clan gathered around. Her green gaze flickered up towards the moon periodically, before pausing and staring into WindClan lands. Then she paced again.
This continued for several minutes as the she cat thought, ears twitching ever so often as if alert, though she wasn't really paying attention. She was pregnent for StarClan's sake! How could this happen? This shouldn't of happened! And yet... she was happy and excited about it... but it was bad! Well it wouldn't be bad... except that the father was WindClan! Littleheart hit her mind again, and she again paused in her pacing to stare out over the WindClan moor. Was that him way over there? No it was probably a rabbit. Where was he? He wasn't usually late to their meetings, unless something held him up... what if he couldn't come tonight?
Another nervous glance at the moon and she realized he wasn't late, she was just early, and it was barely getting to be moon high. Calm down. Everything will be fine... you can't look so upset when he comes up... Focus on the good. She had always secretly wanted kits, right? She took a couple deep breaths. Well now she could, and everything would turn out fine, right?You're not usually a worrier, so calm down for StarClan's sake! she though, sitting down and curling up her tail to wait. Everything will be fine...
[scrolly:h(300),w(350),sy,c()][style=margin-left: 10pt; margin-right: 10pt] Littleheart had slipped away from camp easily tonight. It was getting uncomfortably easy to lie to his Clanmates; at this point, many of them knew that he tended to wander at night- but it was never questioned whether Littleheart was loyal. They saw how fiercely he fought the other Clans; all his life, he had done nothing but insult any cat born anywhere but WindClan. There was no reason to suspect him. Familiar guilt crept over him as he pelted over the moors, ginger tail streaming out behind him. It was a bit early, and he didn't know if Silentvoice would be there yet. He could catch a few mice, he thought- sticking to the WindClan border, of course. He wasn't foolish enough to hunt on another Clan's territory. He often came back from his nighttime walks with prey- just another reason for the Clan to not suspect him. He slowed to a quick trot as he neared Fourtrees. She was already there; he could smell her warm scent on the breeze, but there was something different about it- something unfamiliar. The hairs on his shoulders raised, but he forced them to flatten. It was her, unmistakably- and it was just a hint of an unfamiliar smell... maybe she had gotten into some herbs or eaten something strange. But as he got closer, it became clear that something was wrong. Her anxiety was thick in the air. He approached uncertainly, ears flattened with concern. Why would she be nervous? Did ThunderClan suspect her? He came out of the brush with hesitation, and stood awkwardly a few tail-lengths away from Silentvoice instead of going over to greet her as usual. "Silentvoice," he greeted her. "Is... something wrong?" He could taste her nervousness on his tongue, and it put him on edge. There was always a bit of anxiety in their meetings- they knew the consequences if someone should find them- but something was different tonight. She even seemed to look different, and he couldn't put his paw on the reason. The odd scent about her definitely wasn't an herb, at least not one that he'd smelled before. It was familiar, but in a vague, distant kind of way- something he smelled in the background sometimes, but never took much note of. Something had happened, and his fur prickled as he considered the options that ran rapidly through his head.