Chapter Two
Chapter Two
As Starfleck entered camp, she could already feel the eyes from the small handful of cats, more than likely warriors who had just come back from patrols or hunting, lingering on her body. Plus, whispers started to flow around her as she passed by:
“Oh StarClan…looks like Starfleck and Nighthawk were at it again.”
“I wonder if this time they’ll separate from each other?”
“Judging from the look of Nighthawk, it looked as though she started it this time.
“I honestly feel kind of bad for Kestrelkit. To be caught up in between their drama, I’m surprised he hadn’t picked up on it yet.”
“Probably got it from her mother. After all, Hawkbow couldn’t keep a single mate in her life to have kits until Starfleck.
“Wait, didn’t she run the father out of Thunderclan before her own daughter was born?”
That last whisper, from a trio of she-cats lingering to the right of the warriors’ den, made a furious spark light up in the soul of Starfleck. Throwing them a sharp dangerous glare, causing them to scatter to the wind with light yelps, Starfleck entered the den before venturing over to her moss bed where she laid down heavily upon it.
A cloud of dirt rose up all around her, but she didn’t care right now. Nestled so far in the back, it gave Starfleck a great amount of distance from the others to clear her head. With Kestrelkit closer in moons to apprenticeship, and having been moved into the apprentice den, it was a relaxing moment for her.
It wasn’t because her mother, Hawkbow, couldn’t keep a mate long enough to have kits. It was all because Starclan seemed to curse her not to keep a mate or to bless her with kits.
Her father, Glowwave, wasn’t run off by her mother. He had left on his own accord because WindClan had wanted him back, and despite their arguments, her mother had reluctantly relented. She had already been six moons old and apprenticed to Lightheart.
Feeling kind of dirty after walking through a bunch of bushes, Starfleck began to lick her body; giving herself a little bath before going to sleep. As she was doing so, the sounds of paws silently brushing and dragging against the pale soft sand got closer to her.
She smelled Nighthawk just before he even opened his mouth to speak. “We need to talk.” He said with a stern voice.
Flicking her gaze about the inside of the den, Starfleck saw that the others were starting to head out rapidly. Some of them were eyeing them with concern or dread. Stopping her bathing, the she-cat would give her mate her full attention. “About what, Nighthawk?”
“About…..us.”