Is this really it? Scorchstreak stared at the she-cat lying next to him. Is this a dream? Smallsong, a beautiful she-cat, was his love. But he was a non-attractive tom who could never catch the eye of the she-cat of his dreams. But right now, the she-cat that he had loved since they were apprentices had thrown off the protective covering that Flaringstep had provided her and told him off. Flaringstep was sitting nearby, his back to the two of them. He was obvioulsy sobbing, and his shoulders shook with either grief or anger. "So, Scorchstreak, is this a promise?" "Yes?" "The same." Which it wasn't.