The tom hissed a bit under his breath, hopping away. "So what if I don't know my father?" He said quietly after he was out of earshot. "She doesn't either, she doesn't know either of her parents." Willowkit cocked her head to the side, confused. She hadn't quite heard what he said, but Silverbrook looked angry. "What's wrong mama? What did he say?"

"He's acting like your adopted because you don't like to fight," Silverbrook said sternly, getting up, she darted over to Sparrowkits side and picked him up by the scruff, "He was to young when you came into the world." Looking around the clearing she looked for her sister Frostheart, "Lets see what you mother will say about this."

"Awww, come on! I was only joking!" Sparrowkit pouted. Willowkit just shrugged and lay back down. It wasn't really any of her concern at the moment. She knew, or rather believed, that Silverbrook was her mom, and that's all that mattered.

"You don't joke about someone begin a loner." She muttered, padding towards her sister that was eating next to the fresh-kill pile.

Sparrowkit seemed unable to come up with anything else to say, so he fell silent. He wasn't sure in what way his mother would punish him, but he wasn't too keen on finding out.

"Frostheart," Silverbrook greeted, placing Sparrowkit on the ground, "Your kit thinks Willowkit is not clan born, he things she's not my kit! I don't see him telling Spottedkit or Stormkit that!"

"Now, why would you be doing that, Sparrowkit?"
"Because she's not! She doesn't look anything like Spottedkit, Stormkit, or Silverbrook! Not to mention, she's older than they are. It doesn't make any sense!"
"How do you know she's older?"
"She told me so!"

"Well of course! She was born first!" Silverbrook said stern, "And she looked like my mother so don't say 'she dose not look like Silverbrook', am I not my mothers kit just because I don't look like her?!'"

"I… I don't know! Maybe! I never knew your mother."
"Sparrowkit, it's not nice to just assume someone's adopted just because they don't look like their parents."
"But she's older by weeks! That'd be a very long labor for a queen, wouldn't it?"
"How would you know how long it is anyways?"
"Larkpaw told me."
"Well, I'll have to chat with him later." Frostheart turned towards Silverbrook. "I'm terribly sorry for any inconvenience Sparrowkit has caused, I will punish him."

"Good bye and I hope you will stop accusing kits." She hissed as she walked back to the nursery.

Sparrowkit stuck his tongue out a bit as Frostheart scolded him. He wasn't allowed to pounce on Willowkit without her consent, preferably ever, but at least for another moon. And he was only allowed to eat voles, which he didn't care for. He was still young and had few privileges anyways, so she couldn't refuse to let him leave camp or anything since he already wasn't able to. Willowkit was already asleep by the time Silverbrook came back.

"Hello Jaykit," She whispered, nosing the little gray tabby.
"Hello mommy." He meowed, padding under her.
"Is everyone ok?" Silverbrook asked, checking every kit.

Willowkit was still asleep, but seemed okay. Spottedkit was fine, and Stormkit seemed cheerful as ever. Willowkit's dreams were filled with doubt, wondering whether Sparrowkit was right, and imagining what her other mother might have looked like. Considering that she had one, anyways.

"Lets go to sleep little once." She said, wrapping herself around her kits.

All the kits curled up against Silverbrook, purring and snuggling against the others until they were just a fluffy, adorable mass of kittens.

~Time Skip to whenever~

Willowkit grabbed a small fish from the fresh kill pile. As she walked beside the nursery, she heard voices and decided to listen in.
"Mama, I know she's adopted!" That was Sparrowkit's voice.
"Why are we still having this argument?!" Frostheart.
"Because I've known for moons!"
"Would it make you happy to know the truth, then? Huh?"
"Yes!"
"Well, fine then! Willowkit was found next to her dead mother by Silverbrook and taken in! Happy now?" Sparrowkit seemed at a loss for words, and Willowkit was hardly there. Her head felt foggy, and her mouth was open in shock.

(Well that was quick!)
"Are you ok Willowkit?" Silverbrook asked, walking up behind her.

(I type fast)
Willowkit didn't respond, staring blankly at the nursery wall. So… he was right all along? Who was my mother then?

(Gtg)

"Willowkit?" Silverbrook said, waving her paw in front of her face. "Are you ok?"

(Me too)
"Is… i-is it true?" She looked up at Silverbrook with tears in her eyes.

"Is what true?"

"Y-You're not my mother?"