Berryfrost | She-cat | Warrior
Seeing Rowancloud follow her out of camp made sense. She always knew how the russet molly's mother was disgusted by Berry and Rosepool. Constant bickering started by her, but Rosepool was quick to just blow off the conversation. Now she knew the real reason. It was because they shared the same father. Screech must've not branched out too far then. "Yes I got the dreams. And everything will make sense once we get to Fourtrees, but we better hurry."
Quickening her pace, Berryfrost walked alongside Rowancloud as they made their way to Fourtrees. At the sound of an unfamiliar voice, the aqua eyed molly looked to the white tom. His curled ears and friendly demeanor made the ginger splotched she-cat smile. "I believe we all share something in common. I've seen you before at the Gatherings, but I believe we've never had the chance to speak." He was a rather hard face to forget. Whiteheart's ears were his most distinctive feature on his body! Now she would have a reason to speak with him from now on.
Then, her body grew cold once a scent picked up in the wind. A scent she knew all too well and made her swallow the bit of spit she had. The Shadowclan queen's eyes landed on Wildflame as he was making his way to the group. No. NO! Please, Starclan... there has to be a mistake. But at that moment... everything slowly began to make sense. Each of her kits had some sort of deformity when they were born. Two unfortunately didn't make it, and her only surviving thrived on three legs. THREE LEGS. Her poor daughter would not only meet her uncle born by the same father as her mother... but Tanglekit's father also happened to be that exact cat. Now she definitely couldn't tell him about their daughter. It would be too much at once for everyone to take in. Keeping her cool, she hoped that Rowancloud wouldn't mention her daughter back in camp with her adopted daughter. Not even her rank as a Queen. Tonight was about blood. The blood coursing through their veins were all the same to some degree. A father that took his chances on vulnerable she-cats, except for her mother. Being the 'hard to get' type played in her favor in finding someone who truly loved her, and she truly loved him. Despite his past, and what he had yet to do to create how ever many kits he had.










