This is an entry of my two NightClan cats, Whispersoul and Heatherpaw. Whispersoul wants to be deputy, but he is love with his apprentice. Whispersoul's family is dead, including his kit and mate. Heatherpaw's parents are dead. Whispersoul: Heatherpaw, you know we should tell someone you might have kits. Heatherpaw: I can't... Whispersoul: Why? Heatherpaw: If I have kits, I will leave the Clan forever.
