(Night)
"True. I wouldn't want them to be looked down upon… although Tribe would be less believable. It would be more likely for Tribe kits with a dead mother to be taken care of by another Tribe queen, not some random warriors passing through."
"And you have to bring the hope all down." Oakleaf sighed, "I just want what's best for them."
"I know, but I'm just being realistic. Why would tribe cats give their kits to some warriors they hardly know? It wouldn't make much sense, but a rogue would have no other choice."
"A rogue always has a choice." Oakleaf said, "I'm just being realistic."
(Sorry I was gone for so long, we went down to see are grand father.)
"I mean, if she were desperate… I don't know. A loner might work? I don't think the clan would be too happy if we said kittypet. You know how Riverclan is about that."
"But yet they let their cats get take away." He pointed out, "Now I know your clan ant do anything about it, its not their fault the twolegs love your glittering pelts and fuller body's."
"And liking of water. Most cats apparently hate it. We can't stop cats from going out of the camp to hunt, so it's just expected to happen once or twice."
Sighing, he turned away form her, "I don't want the can to thing our kits are rogues or loners! What if we just told them they were ours? They couldn't kick them out, that's agents the code."
"But we don't want to get kicked out either, Oakleaf." Finchsong sighed. "In my case they'd probably just make Ashpaw into a full medicine cat early, and your past mentor can get on alright. I think this is the best way… what if we said we just found them? Then, they couldn't possibly be judged for their background because no one knows it!"
Sighing, he nodded and closed his eyes, "Ok, ok."
(I'll be off and on for a long time, my brothers are leaving this Wednesday and then we'll be busy the week after)
(Okay, I probably won't be quite as active bc school starts tomorrow for me qwq)
"Do you think that's a good plan? I want to have your opinion on this, Oakleaf. After all, they're your kits too."
"Really, I don't know what the best plane is." Oakleaf sighed, "All of this wasn't even suppose to happen."
"You're telling me. It feels like we were so much younger… younger and stupid." Finchsong shook her head. "But we couldn't just abandon them now. We made a choice, and now we have to deal with the consequences."
"We'll never abandon them." He said, "Never in a million moons, never."
"I know. I wasn't planning on it." Finchsong lay her head down beside the kits, who had fallen asleep.
"Lets just hope this rain ends, I want to get back on the trail." Sighing, he laid his head back down.
"The sky's getting a bit lighter. The worst of it should pass soon."
"It better pass faster." He muttered, eyes close and tail over head, he sighed and peeked a glance at Finchsong.
Finchsong's ears twitched slightly, and her eyes were closed. "Patience, darling." She sighed. "It'll be over when it's over."
Oaklead muttered some unknown words before becoming silent while outside the worst of the storm was overhead, blowing hard rain down upon the earth.
"What was that, Oakleaf?" Finchsong opened one eye and glanced over at him.
He murmured again before fluffing his tail over his face.
"Didn't catch that, darling." Finchsong opened her other eye, smirking.
"MUMmmmuummhhmmmamm." He muttered again, then curled up even tighter, "GO to sleep." He then said.
"Sorry, I think you'll have to speak up. I'm not feeling particularly tired, darling." Finchsong batted at Oakleaf's ears with her paw.