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Whatever had happened to the warrior that had produced this, Hawkstar could not offer them a snide thought. There was kit that needed warmth now, a kit that she had put her paw down in front of to separate from her littermates, a kit that should have been SkyClan's if her warrior had not been such a coward to just come to her and taken a temporary punishment for the good of their litter. They had caregivers, they had warriors available to care for them.
What drew them across the border, beyond the clans, in place of their loyalty to their leader and their clan?
She had tucked the little kit under her chin almost in defiance to the other leaders: this child is mine, I will raise it how a SkyClanner should be raised. I won't let the rest of you taint it now. But in truth, she trusted Milkheart to do the raising more than she ever would herself.
She doesn't announce herself before she steps into the nursery. She steps inside and sets the child down gently, her one good eye soft in the shaded privacy of her friendship.
"I have another one for you. Another kit, a daughter if you'd like. I thought I'd name her Skykit."