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| - "O-oh." I stammered. Then, all of a sudden, I started going on about Whitepelt and Dawnsky, and she listened, probably because I'd helped her clean up just before Duskstar and the rest of WindClan got home. But finally, she said, "You know, Flowerpetal, you just need to let it go." "Let it go?" "Uh-huh. Let it go." "How do I do that?" "You've just got to get on with your life." "What if I can't?" I noticed my paws were fidgeting, a habit I thought I'd given up a long time ago. "Well, then ask yourself, what good is it going to do to be consumed by jealousy?" "Consumed by jealousy?" I echoed, cocking my head. She sighed. "Okay, quit repeating everything I say. It's annoying. Anyways, that's how you seem to me, Flowerpetal. It's like it's eating you alive that Dawnsky got Whitepelt back." "But it was wrong," I told her. "It should be against the rules to...do....that to get a mate back." Now, this made Ashwing laugh so hard I thought she would vomit. "The rules?" She finally sputtered. "What rules, Flowerpetal? Don't you know there are no rules when it comes to this kind of thing?" "Yeah, yeah", I rolled my eyes. "All is fair in love and war. But you'd think when cats are friends - " "Friends?" She looked at me like I was a kit. "Did you really think that Dawnsky was your friend?" "We used to be good friends - " "No, I mean, after you moved in on her tom. Did you honestly think she was your friend after that?" I considered this. Well, she did try to murder me... "Get real, Flowerpetal. Dawnsky was just using you, to worm her way back into your world so she'd have the upper paw and gain some control over what was happening with you and Whitepelt. Didn't you get that?" I shook my head. Call me dumb or naive or just plained mouse-brained, but I did not get that. "I thought she was my friend," I said in a mousy voice. "It's how the game is played," she hissed. "StarClan, we've been playing it since we were kits, and Dawnsky was a warrior then, too. She's pretty old. Anyways, I guess this really is new to you." She pushed her rabbit carcass away. "I guess that does put you at a serious disadvantage, Flowerpetal." "You're telling me", I looked at her hopefully. "I'm open to any advice." She sighed. "That's just what I'm saying. Like I told you, I'm getting kind of sick of the game. I mean, maybe you're just catching me on a bad day, but I just wish everyone would grow up. Dawnsky is old enough. I act more mature than her!" Yeah, real mature, crashing the camp last night, I wanted to say. But I held my tongue because I felt bad for Ashwing. But then I remembered something she'd told me earlier. "What about Silvermask, Ashwing? Would you lower yourself to play the game if you could get Silvermask?" She shrugged. "You know that he and Dawnsky aren't mates at all. You could easily get him. I mean, didn't you see him last night? He looked pretty annoyed." "Oh, right," She said sarcastically, "I wanna get him on the finchin' rebound. You bet!" "Yeah, I guess that's not such a good idea." "If Silvermask and I are meant to be, then fine. But I'm not going to go chasing after him." "Right." And I told myself I wouldn't be going after Whitepelt, either, but unfortunately I didn't exactly believe myself. We talked for a little while longer, and I really tried to take her advice about letting things go. I even put on this happy face like, Hey, everything's cool. But the pitiful truth is there is something inside me that just won't let go. Later, when I was going for a walk (I was really supposed to be looking for prey, whatever), I smelled Whitepelt's scent. I thought about stalking him, just like Dawnsky did. Now, I ask you, how lame is that?
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