"I have a issue with you taking up conversations with other cats when you aren't supposed to." Nettlepaw swept into the den, sweeping old herb shreds aside with her tail. The fact that Ashstripe had even begun to consider making her a full medicine cat made her heart stop for a beat with joy, and suddenly she realized that Ashstripe was her mentor, not someone she could just boss around. Guiltily, she slunk up to her, touching her muzzle lightly to Ashstripe's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Ashstripe," she whispered. "I'm just so scared someone is going to find out that those kits are yours, and that they'll...hurt you. Or Hawkclaw, or even the kits themselves..."