Softfeather had been considering her future for quite some time recently. She'd raised a kit after her mate died and now Silverstreak was a warrior and quite a capable one at that. She had watched Frostpaw grow up, his mother seeming more of a shadow than a queen, in her own opinion.
She watched the world turn and saw her sister spending more and more time with Badgerclaw. Saw the shy, coy glances passed between them as though they were trying to be subtle. Softfeather didn't want shy, seductive looks between her and a tomcat. She had done enough of staring at toms, wondering if any would approach her with interest. Now, she was going to get one herself. She wanted kits and she was going to get them.
She'd been looking over the eligible tomcats in LightningClan. Certainly there were more toms now that RockClan was sharing their territory, but she wanted her future kits to stay in LightningClan. She had no interest in re-populating a different Clan.
Flamingrose was brusque, Greyleg and Sunspot were hardly ever around when she was, so she couldn't get a good feel for them. Willowtail was handsome enough, she never got the chance to approach him, it seemed. Blackberry's stripes were striking, but he'd lost an eye. If she was going to have kits, it would be with a cat that could fight properly, one that wouldn't lose their eye in battle.
This had made her think of Timberfall, another tomcat sporting only one eye and a multitude of scars at that, but Timberfall was a fighter. A good one, too. Sure, he had suffered injuries, but that didn't mean he couldn't hold his own in battle. So, after spending her time sorting through the toms in her Clan, she found herself circling back to the ragged tomcat.
Thus, that afternoon, just as the dawn patrols were returning, she started to seek him out. She didn't quite know how she would go about asking him to father her kits, hadn't worked out the words to say, but none of that mattered if she couldn't find him first.
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