Duskfall strode into the new camp projecting confidence, carrying with him two little she-kits. Beside him, Cloudwhisker (NPC) carried a little tom-kit, not quite as confident as he was, but she was determined. In their jaws were his kits with Mistfeather, the RiverClan deputy, not that anyone knew of his little discretion. They were named Featherkit, Lilackit and Rainkit by his mate, but with RiverClan's territory lost to WindClan, they were given to him to raise. Cloudwhisker had agreed to be their mother, pretending that Duskfall had sired them with her. She didn't know their true heritage, however, she thought they were rogue kits that he'd sired. But having lost her mate and kits in the landslide, she'd agreed to maintain this farce with him. It was simple, she faked her pregnancy, remaining at their own unsheltered camp with the excuse she was too heavy with kits and then they brought the three in together.
There was absolutely no reason for anyone to be suspicious, after losing his children the deputy had been depressed and his grief was mirrored by the queen, it was no surprise that they'd paired off. And while the kits did look like Mistfeather, without a reason to suspect their parentage, it would take StarClan's intervention to make the connection.
Nudging the queen lightly on the shoulders with his own, he lead her to the place that the queen's were staying. "Is everything fine? Do you need more moss?" He asked, fretting like a mother hen.
The queen purred in amusement, though it was tinged in a little bitterness as she wonder just how much was a charade. "They've had a long journey, let us all rest, Duskfall." She curled herself around the kits as he placed them near her belly. Cloudwhisker was still getting used to the three, but despite their rogue heritage, she couldn't help love them. When she gazed upon them, she thought of her own kits who were lost.
Respecting the queen's wishes, Duskfall gave the three a gentle lick on the head each and left, leaving the kits to rest with their new mother.
