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    He flicked his ears, Flametail won't tell who's the real father, what would she do? He thought to himself, looking at her at the same time.

    "Oh..um.." Flametail taps her tail against the nest and suddenly says, "Oh, look, I'm hungry, time to eat!" She straightens up and starts to walk out of the nest but trips and falls onto her face. "Help me up and I won't claw your ears off," she growls.

    Midnight helped her up why is she not answering my question he thaught

    Flametail shakes out her fur and mumbles, "Thanks." She wobbles towards the exit of the nursery and almost steps on a kit but lifts her paw just in time. Outside, she makes a dash for the fresh-kill pile and grabs two voles and starts eating, not looking up.

    theres something she is not telling me he said to himself, narrowing his eyes

    After Flametail eats her voles and licks around her muzzle and looks around camp. "Well, I'm bored, I'm going to take a nap," she says, hurrying toward the nursery and curling up inside her nest.

    "Try to explain the half-clan kits to any cat in Shadowclan and see what they do," Flametail murmurs, "My brother, Twitch, got exiled just because he was half-clan, I stayed because they saw my strength."

    "Why not find a fake father first, then at least no one will ask you about the real feather," He whispered back.

    Flametail shrugs and rolls onto her back. "Easier said than done," she grumbles, "Just like it's easier clawing the pelt off a rogue, instead of sitting here, waiting to give birth any moment."

    "It's not what I want anymore," Flametail sighs, "Everything changed now that I know something is growing inside of me, waiting to get out and see the world."

    "If only it was that easy," Flametail murmurs, "It's like I'm always being pressured. Flametail, go make sure the territory is intruder free, Flametail, go see if there are any wounded cats. It's like I don't even have time for myself anymore."

    Flametail half smiles and swats a small pebble back and forth with her paws. She sees a kit staring at her so she swats it at it. The kit catches it and throws it back at her and she catches in her paw and balances it on her nose and then tosses it back to the squealing kit.

    "I'm good with my claws," Flametail mews, "But I guess kits will do." She flicks her tail when the kit launches itself at it like prey. She sets it down and wriggles it in front of its face and it sneezes, falling backwards. Flametail purrs in amusement and says, "Are kits always this funny?"