His eyes were like burning flames, his pelt was like fire. He looked at me and I knew he was the one. In the cold snow his pelt was the fiire that overflown the forest. My destiny is here. I said to myself. He stepped up to me, he was strong, like the lions and tigers. "Hello, Blueshadow." he meowed. "Blueshadow! Blueshadow!" cried Mistpaw. Mistpaw then bouned out of the den. I then looked at Darkfeather, my eyes set on him, I couldn't turn away, his eyes just were not for pulling off. "Hello." he meowed. My whiskers stood up, I didn't know what to say. I replied crakly,"H-hello."