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Burningstar sat on the NightClan and MoonClan border, trying to keep a hold on her resolve. She'd decided she wanted to do this. And she was going to stick with this. Devilhorns was clearly putting a period on his time in NightClan, there was no changing that, and these meetings could not go on past tonight. While she'd always regret not reaching for him sooner than now, she'd at least comfort herself that she wouldn't regret telling him at all. He'd at least part ways with her and NightClan knowing he was valued, and loved. And she'd part with this feeling that some of the regret she' had could be let go. There wouldn't be the gnawing guilt that had come up once she saw him again, or when he'd graced her mind before knowing he was still alive. She valued Lindon, he was the one she wanted to stay at her side. The time for there to be anything serious with Devilhorns had long past But at least tonight she could let that part of her heart free... and then come tomorrow put it to rest. If he showed up that was... She looked towards MoonClan and squinted to see if he was coming.
His old joints did not allow him to move as fast as he once had in this cold weather, but he still moved jsut fine for a cat of his age. He'd seen much, loved and lost, raised kits only to lose them as well. Now he was being asked for his advice in child raising; for anyone else it wouldn't bother him as much but for some reason it bothered him now. Devilhorns couldn't, more like refused, to pine point why that was but he admittedly knew even if he refused to acknowlegde the feelings as a way to keep his hopes from raising. He was old, grutesque, and nothing special. What could he truely offer her a clan away when she has a cat at her bec-and-call now. One she is supposedly carrying teh kits of, or at least that what he thinks based on their last conversation and her request to met.
Burningstar perked up when she spotted his shape slowly making his way towards her. She rose to her paws trying to quell the butterflies in her stomach. This was it, the moment of truth. Though the Tom approaching her was old, and not much of a looker. He’d always seemed to have a good heart. He’d cared deeply for his adopted children. She’d always felt safe with him around. And that sense lingered. The feeling that on the inside he was wonderful. And well, for tonight that was what mattered. This wasn’t asking for forever, this was asking for this moment. The moment to make up for the countless others Burningstar had neglected. Then she could return to Lindon and launch wholeheartedly into her life with him. At least she hoped so. “Devilhorns, i’m so glad you came,” she purred beckoning for him to sit down by her. “So sorry to ask you to be out on this cold night, but...” she took a deep breath. “Please sit, there’s... there’s something I wish to tell you.”
"Very well." He would not rush her, for though it was cold and it appeared as though the she-cat was nervous, he knew the best thing to do was to allow the words to come at her pace. There was no rush, he'd sit here all night if needed. Devilhorns wasn't so old that he couldn't have one sleepless night in order to help an old friend. Taking a seat opposite the leader of NightClan, the tom waited patiently for her to begin.
Burningstar took in a deep breath then let it out. StarClan give her the words. "I... I've had something that I should've told you many, many moons ago." She said after a brief pause to compose herself. "But so much was going on with Shiverstar, with the clan, with everything around us that there never seemed to be the right moment to start. And then you were gone and I thought you were dead... and then I find that you're alive and... well.." She trailed off looking off to the side for a second before focusing back on him. "I wanted to let you know, before you go back and live your life in MoonClan, with your son, with a clan that treats you better than we did, that I will miss you. And that I..." She let out a weak laugh. "This is so mousebrained, I can't say it right at all." She said shaking her head. "I wanted to let you know that whenever I saw you in camp, I felt comforted. I felt assured by your presence that there was a cat in NightClan who was kind, and during Shiverstar's reign... that seemed to fade away." She snorted recalling all the restrictions Shiverstar had put upon NightClan, even suggesting that they go so far as to forge an alliance with the league. "And I loved knowing you would be there, and I kept thinking, 'at some point I can go to him, I can't do it now' there was always an excuse why I never said anything. I was too busy. I had too many secrets I couldn't share. I feared if Shiverstar knew I was friends with Glowstar she would've exiled me for sure, and I couldn't risk sharing it with another cat, or tying myself to someone else... lest I drag them down with me. Then by the time I became leader, by the time things quieted down... you were gone." She looked away. "Lindon is a wonderful cat, and I do want to spend the rest of my life with him, if he will let me. But I couldn't bear to live with the regret of never telling you... never telling you that I love you Devilhorns. That I loved those few and far between moments we could work together. And seeing you last night... I knew if I went on without ever telling you how I felt, I'd regret it."
She lowered her ears. "Sadly... I know I can't give you forever, you've made a home in MoonClan it sounds like, and I have my responsibilities in NightClan." She stretched forwards to touch her nose with his. "But I would like to have tonight.... if that's all right with you."
Devilhorns was at a loss for words. What did he say to that? He was grateful of course, that she felt comfortable enough to tell him this, just as she had back when he'd still been apart of NightClan. It wasn't love for him, maybe not even a crush but he knew he'd admired her during his time with her. She had had this spark about her that just seemed to say everything would be alright. To think, she had just as many secrets as he did, it was almost comforting. No, he couldn't give her forever, but he could give her tonight, surely? What would be the harm in showing her that her words, her actions were respected and understood. That she was just as much valued now by him as she had been then.
"That would be more than alright with me. It may only be for a night, but I wish you knew that we could have had a lifetime together if only either of us had spoken up sooner." He couldn't imagine a life where she hadn't existed in it, but now he wondered what if she'd been more to him. "Alas, I don't believe it is NightClan's way to be brave when it comes to speaking of feelings. Sadly, we were both to blind to see it sooner."
Burningstar's amber eyes softened, she moved forwards and brushed her muzzle against his cheek, "Then let's take a walk, there are caverns just beyond NightClan's western border. It will keep us warm, and out of sight of prying eyes." She whispered, her tail brushing against him as she shifted to stand at his side.
Devilhorns purred at her touch, pressing himself side by side against her as they started their walk. "Led the way." He kept his tail intertwined with hers, and a low purr resonating through him.
Burningstar paced just out of sight near the NightClan border. Once she'd realized what was ailing her, thanks in part to her mother coming to her and informing her that no she wasn't dying, she was expecting kits. Burningstar felt she couldn't sit still.
She prayed to StarClan Lindon hadn't noticed anything different about her. She was staying in the nursery so her smelling like a queen was just to be expected when she was in close proximity with the rest of them.
Fortunately she wasn't showing dramatically, which was a blessing. Though she knew there were little lives now growing inside of her. Lives that were not created by her and Lindon, but by her and Devilhorns.
It left her in a precarious position.
Sure she could ask Devilhorns to come back to NightClan... but the tom had already left once, the clan would not look kindly upon him, and it would likely endanger Lindon, who had done nothing wrong. But she knew Lindon would know these kits weren't his. They hadn't even come close to getting to a point where they could discuss the real possibility of them having kits together. Something she wanted so badly to happen.
There was also the fact that there was guaranteed to be a kit who would look like their father.
So here she was pacing, as she had for the past few nights. She needed to tell Devilhorns, perhaps he'd have a recommendation. And though a part of her waffled on whether or not he needed to know. She settled that if she was in his paws she'd want to at least know, and be able to help with figuring out what to do. But she wasn't entirely sold on the idea, so pacing just beyond the border it was. Likely until her nerves drove her to just go into MoonClan territory and find him herself.
Devilhorns was on one of his many nightly strolls. The clan was great and welcoming, of course, but he still longed for the normal he grew up with, the clan he knew like the back of his paw. It was strange being anywhere but NightClan, and probably why it always pulled him towards the border. His heart was still there somedays, split between his family in MoonClan and his previous life.
As Burningstar continued to pace, a familiar scent hit her scent glands and her head lifted.
It seemed StarClan had finally answered her prayers.
Without hesitation the ginger she cat hurried to the border, practically erupting from the bush. "Devilhorns," She said immediately. "We need to talk, there's... somethings happened." She said. She didn't want to say 'there's something I need to tell you'. The connotation for that given their past interaction could be misconstrued... and she didn't need any more confusion than was already running through her.
Surprised was an understatement to what he felt when Burningstar burst from the bush just in front of him. He'd nearly had a heart attack at the shock, far to caught up in his own head to have been paying attention to the world around him. Taking a few steps back to get his barrings, Devilhorns scanned the cat in front of him for any injuries. "Are you alright?" He was worried, concerned, greatly wishing to just pull her close until things had been sorted out and she didn't look so stressed. "Sit, please. Take a breath and then explain. There's no rush, darling."
Burningstar immediately did as he suggested, taking a few breaths. At the word darling her ears lowered and her gaze dropped to the ground in shame. Darling. She couldn't be his darling. And even though he meant the words to be a term of endearment, it was like being given a rose with a stem covered in thorns to her. Still beautiful, but not something she could take.
Not when she knew Lindon was the one she had chosen for life. She felt passion for Devilhorns, desire. But it didn't feel sustainable...
Which was why this new development threw off all her plans.
After she took a few breaths forcing herself to calm down, she looked at Devilhorns.
"I'm expecting kits... your kits." She meowed. "And I don't know what to do." She confessed, voice tight as she fought to keep herself from breaking down right then and there.
"Con-...oh." He wasn't sure how to react to that, he'd automatically been about to congratulate her until he realized what she said. Kits? At his age? Could they handle that or would she even tell Lindon that they weren't his? "Do you want them?" It was as simple as that for him. Devilhorns already knew he wanted them, they were family to him even if they were conceived and raised in an unlucky time. The tom would take them, raise them just as he had Grandsky, Littlesea, and Mightearth. They never needed to know more than they were told if that was what she wanted. "What about Lindon? Have you told him yet?" Was she passing them off as his kits?
Burningstar looked down at her paws. "I'm not sure. I do not know how Lindon... would react if I told him I had kits with you. That we... spent a night together. The plan was to get all the feelings out so there'd be no regrets and now these kits are coming..." She sighed. "Normally I'd want them so badly... but I want Lindon. And I know my clan's already unhappy with my bringing him to NightClan, my adopting Ironkit and her littermates along with Bonfirekit. They've accepted the kits, but lindon still gets looks." Burningstar said.
She knew how hard it had been on Lindon. Separated from his children all the way in BrookClan. Separate from his home. She feared him learning that she had been unfaithful to him. That he'd feel as though this had all been politics. That there was nothing there, and it could be the death of what they were building, and their relationship would die.
"And I know you want these kits, I know you'd want to see them... I know you'd love them..." Burningstar said. "And... I haven't celebrated these little lives... and that's the worst really." She let out a sad laugh. "I've wanted kits so badly," She said softly, voice tight with emotion. "But all I've been thinking about is the consequences not of them. Not of the future they'll have. Not of who they could be just... just wishing they hadn't happened... I don't deserve these kits."
But Devilhorns did. He'd been robbed of his adoptive children. And he'd loved them dearly. And clearly she could see from the look on his face. That he wanted them.
But though a part of her strongly thought of the reprucssions of these kits. Another part didn't want to give away a piece of her family. It had been so so hard to lose Soaringbird when they'd been young. And these were her kits. Could she really just... give them away?
"You deserve everything." Even if that meant a life without these kits. He'd seen her struggle through the lose of Soaringbird, what right did he have to demand she cares for her own kits, what right did anyone have to such a thing. To judge someone based on that was low. Kits could not help but be born, whether through love or not they were not the ones that deserved to suffer for being born.
"If..if it is alright with you and what you desire, a queen can raise them within NightClan. Even if that means they never know me."
Not for one moment did Devilhorns believe himself worthy enough to raise his own kits. He'd failed the ones he'd adopted and now they were scattered amongst the clans somewhere, he didn't even know if two of them were still alive. What claim did that give him to these kits? They deserved to be loved, even if that meant being raised by a queen that wasn't their mother. Adopted into a family that would never know their heritage, but love them nonetheless.
If they stayed in NightClan at least they could have some kind of relationship with their mother, they need not know who their father was. And Burningstar wouldn't have to be separated from them, he wished that on no mother. Devilhorns didn't mind if they didn't know him, as long as he at least knew their names, so if a time came he could watch out for them. He wasn't blind to what was happening among the clans, and that was all the more reason he didn't mind the kits growing p in NightClan. He'd betrayed the clan he'd called his home and if they were to come face to face in battle, he'd rather be the one that died than one of his kits. Even if that didn't know who he was. Devilhorns had accepted his fate and smiled at the she-cat, awaiting her answer with a sad smile plastered to his face and eyes that would be full of tears if he allowed them to be. But he'd cry once she left, cry for the lives he'd never get to know.
Burningstar looked away a moment as he went on. Saying that if it was what she desired a queen could raise them in NightClan... and then what? Be the unwanted children of the leader who'd given them up to another queen because she'd had them with a cat who wasn't her mate?
If she claimed them in NightClan she could lose Lindon, and it'd raise questions as to who was the father. Cannalily had seen her with Devilhorns a while back, surely she could figure out that as Burningstar hadn't been seen with any other toms aside from Lindon... and if they looked like Devilhorns, surely the she cat would know the truth.
The kits would be looked at and scrutinized. Wondering what the story was that would make their mother, the NightClan leader who loved kits, keep them at a distance.
And they would not get the love and care they deserved from her, when even now she was debating whether or not she'd claim them as hers within NightClan.
She looked at Devilhorns seeing the pain in his eyes. The agony in his gaze. She remembered how he'd agonized over Grandsky when he'd pushed the young cat to leave. How he'd tried his best to father his sister's kits despite her interference...
"And you deserve these kits." Burningstar said softly shifting to rest a paw on her belly where the kits where growing. "IF they stayed I would not be the mother they deserve, the mother I'd want to be. But know I wouldn't because up till now, I've only thought of how their existence will impact me. While I look in your eyes and all you've thought of is about me and my happiness. You were a good and noble father to Grandsky, you sent him away for his own good. But with these kits... you won't have to. You can raise them, you can love them like they deserve. Enough love to hopefully make up for my absence. Better they grow up with a loving father and an unknown mother. Than the clan leader who gave them up to another queen to save face with her mate." Burningstar said with a sigh. "So when these kits are born... I will bring them to you. And you will be able to raise these kits and be the great father I know you will be." She said earnestly. "And though... I will be apart from them... I'll at least know where they are. And I will know that they are with you and are loved."
To say he was surprised was an understatement, not ever before had it seemed someone took his happiness into consideration. Devilhorns could feel tears running down his face at the prospect of caring for his kits--without fear, without shame, without worry. To hold them close and not have a fear that they will disappear because of something he's done to keep them safe. He still feared they'd despise him for his appearance as many have before. Society could influence even hose of family, he'd seen it happen many times before. "Are...are you sure?" Tears still fell down his face, fear in them at the prospect that she'd take the option away from him after she'd just offered him a life he never thought he'd have.
Burningstar came up to him and nodded. "Yes, the fact alone that I've spent more time fretting over what the consequences are, than being happy for these kits, and look at you... You're so happy you're crying," She said softly amber eyes soft as she brushed her muzzle against his. "These kits deserve to be with you, deserve to be raised by you, and I know you'll raise them well. And even if they do find out the truth, they'll still know you never stopped loving them." She said softly. "You will give them a life better than I could. And you will be happy. I couldn't be with you... but our children can. A piece of me you can have forever."
"Thank you, thank you!" Oh, dear StarClan above! He couldn't ask for anything else. Yes, he would miss and be upset that she couldn't be a part of their little family but he would take what he could get. Devilhorns pushed against his muzzle back against hers, tears never stopped flowing down his face. "I'll love them. I'll make sure they know you love them! Do not worry that they won't, I'll be sure to tell them everyday." Even now he was making sure she knew that he would not allow the kits to forget her, that they would know their mother loved them even if they couldn't be them.
