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No. Buckbranch snapped his head around to look at Sunsnow. He could read the expression on the other tom's face as clearly as he could see the glares staring back at him. Sunsnow thought he was unfit to be deputy, unfit to lead, and he wanted to follow Mountaingrowl out. Sunsnow was his
friend, or at least Buckbranch had thought so. He lowered his head; suddenly the dirt around his paws seemed incredibly interesting.
There was a flicker of moment in the corner of his vision, forcing him to look up. A kit, looking to be six moons old, standing outside the nursery and staring at the camp entrance.
It's not possible, but... it's not IMPOSSIBLE. Surely this tiny scrap of fur wasn't Mountaingrowl's kid! Buckbranch had never taken the giant tom for a cat to be interested in finding a mate. But the longer he stared, the more he came to realize how close the warrior and this kit resembled each other. He stood and, ignoring the stares of ThunderClan, approached the tiny tom.
"Excuse me," he murmured as he grew close.
"Pardon my asking, but... does Mountaingrowl happen to be your father?"