tom sleeping in territory

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    Briarfoot's stomach was becoming very large and she had to place her paws directly infront of herself just to avoid tripping, which she was super careful of in case of harming her kittens. She padded out of the nursery and into the crisp dawn air, she sat down and yawned, then she shriveled up as pain shot through her belly. "Oh kits" she breathed "It won't be long". The tabby trotted over to the fresh-kill pile, ignoring the protesting mews from passing warriors Warriors, so bossy, I'll come out & go in when I want to then she noticed that her mate's scent was here and that Hawkeye was nowhere she could see him. The she-cat sniffed at his trail and followed it out of camp and into the forest; there she found her dearest cat and noticed yet another scent lay there too. Briarfoot opened her mouth slightly and let the differnt scents sink in, Hmm, strange... Not Thunderclan... she wrinkled her nose Rogue! Loner! She-cat? her beautiful green eyes widened and panic & distress rose inside her. Grr, he better not the strong queen pushed through the ferns and emerged into the clearing where she found Hawkeye and the mysterious other cat. She glanced at Hawkeye in worry, then relaxed at the look on his face Nothing serious then she padded solemnly inbetween them and turned to face the ananymous loner "Hmph, I suggest you just leave him alone! Take one look and leave kittypet, that is unless you want my claws to meet your muzzle? And if you want to know why then I suggest that you take notice of the kits in my stomach, cuz they are his" she taunted. :P