Sagefoot pawed the water as it rippled gently. She raised her elegant, dirty cream face towards the Clan she loved. RiverClan splashed in the water, hunting and playing in harmony. Yet here she was, on the border with a ShadowClan warrior, Talltuft. "I can't do this with you anymore, Talltuft." Her voice rang across the lake, making her shiver. The broad shouldered black tom stood beside her, furry as always. "No!" Talltuft mewed indignantly. He stepped forward, and Sagefoot whirled around. Talltuft was speechless. His love of his life, expecting his kits. "Sagefoot..." ~*~ Sagefoot stopped.