Viperfang was hardly a chaste medicine cat, having had dalliances with both ShadowClan and WindClan cats in his youth, siring at least five kits. Some of which he'd never met. But despite this, there was a hollow in his heart when it came to love. He'd cared for Sandfire, his first lover, and Mousewhisker, he's cared for her too. Maybe he even loved them, but at heart, he was a ThunderClan cat. A warrior born of Hawkstrike and Frozenflame, a ThunderClanner through and through. Their romances were sweet, but could never last. And despite his unwillingness to acknowledge it, it pained him to never be able to do simple things like hunt with his kits, teach them ThunderClan battle moves, and share tongues. He would never admit it, but he yearned for something deeper. A love like Duskfall and Softsong had. A love like his cousin, Sunpelt and Cloverpool. And to dote upon his kits.
He couldn't see this life for himself, however. If he loved, he would want his mate to know everything. And what respectable she-cat would love him after he spoke the truth. That was simply the truth, so he'd left such dreams behind. Little did he know, love would come crashing down on him. Literally.
"Wha-? Gah!" Viperfang would have leaped ten metres in the air, if it wasn't for Minnowtail being squarely on top of the spotted tom. Instincts had him go for a swipe, claws out, but the moment he figured out who it was, he halted mid strike. Instead, he scrambled aside, gently untangling them both from each other with a tender back. "Sure your name shouldn't be Squirreltail? I think you just shaved 50 moons off my life. But I'm not the one who just fell off a tree. Are you, fine?"
