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"Like mother, like son." Bramblestar nearly growled the words; Jayfeather was glad that he had asked for this meeting in the privacy of the leader's den. As much as Jayfeather wanted to announce matters to the whole of ThunderClan, defiantly proud. He might yet, but first he had things to say to the cat who had, in a sense, been his father.
"I'm not hiding the truth from any cat," Jayfeather said. "Or asking any cat to lie for me!" He felt like fighting, trying the close-quarters battle moves that Brightheart had only begun to teach him before his apprenticeship was changed. Placed in the mentorship of Leafpool, who he had not then known as his mother. Under the restrictions of the medicine cat den. Restrictions on love that Jayfeather, like Leafpool, had broken, although his transgression was at least within his Clan's borders.
"Poppyfrost is my mate, and is carrying my kits," Jayfeather repeated. "They'll be born in less than a moon. You can tell the Clan, as leader, or I will." He was not ashamed. He and Poppyfrost would not keep the secret for a day longer, if they had to tell every cat in the clan themselves.