Featherstep stared blankly into the currents of the bluish brown water. A gentle breeze ruffled her white fur. It’s my fault that we’re both confined to camp, and that we'll never see eachother again. “Featherstep?” Petalsky padded up behind the distraught she-cat. “Are you alright?” Silence greeted her words. “I-I know you’re upset about Thornflight… but it’s for the better. There are so many good toms in our Clan, I’m sure – “ “– No!” Featherstep growled. “It’s not okay! I don’t want a foolish tom from our Clan! I want him!” “And now he’s as good as gone… Gone!” she shrieked.