"But what if she gets mad at me?" Silverpaw whimpered.
Hailkit slinked out when Cloudbreeze wasn't looking and watched Silverstream and Troutfur through the reeds, curiousity prickling his pelt.
"Why would she? You're telling her valuable information, vital to the survival of one of the... one of the four." Nightpelt shrugged, not really knowing who or what the four were.
Troutfur sighed, his expression softening. "Listen," He said softly. "Silverstream, I love you. I don't want you to get hurt, that's all. Now, please, you can tell me."
Silverstream looked into Troutfur's eyes, then nodded. "It's Shadowpelt." She whispered,
almost inaudible.
Troutfur showed no signs of surprise outwardly, but inside he was shocked.
Silverstream, had Shadowclan kits?! He thought.
"There. Now you know." Silverstream whispered, bringing her eyes up to look into his. "Now I have a favor to ask you."
"Go ahead." Troutfur smiled. Though his face was downcast.
"I need you to 'be the father of my kits'." Silverstream pleaded, looking at him with hopeful blue eyes.