Maybe it was wrong — or rather, it was definitely wrong. In every sense. Jayfeather violated the oath he had given to the StarClan.

Medicine cats shouldn't have kits, shouldn't have been distracted from their duties by things like love. But, Jayfeather completely forgot about his own principles, rules, and consequences when he was around you.

You were the only one who didn't complain about his endless grumbles and dissatisfactions, happy to help him replenish his supplies of medicinal herbs, staying in the medicine cat's den late, even though you, a warrior, would probably prefer hunting or patrolling his boring company in a stuffy tent.

Of course, the Jayfeather couldn't help but fall in love with you — he couldn't see you, but he knew that you were one of the most gorgeous cats in the whole world. And in the near future, he would have to face the consequences of his actions face to face.

He gently licked your ears, feeling a soft purr coming out of his chest. Not so long ago, Jayfeather persuaded you to move into the nursery. Right before the kits were born. Although, if he had his way, Jayfeather would have put you right in the medicine cat's den to always stay close.

Soon he would have to help to deliver the mother of his own kits — the very thought drove Jayfeather crazy. For the first time in his life, he was so afraid of doing something wrong. Probably, the other ThunderClan cats noticed this.

He disappeared into the nursery every day, checking on your well-being. Jayfeather had never worried so much about future queens.

"I will need to replenish my supplies with fresh borage so that when you give birth, you will have more milk for the kits.."