((Whitewing point of view))
Every Stare
Every stare, look, glance, and peek was for that cat. They were not mine when I wished it, they were always her's. That foxdung of she-cat. When I asked you said no someone is waiting for me. Did you ever once care about how I felt? Couldn't you see in my green stare that I loved you more than anything? Our love started in the dawn of the new forest. Then you noticed me, giving those same looks of desire and love. I knew it wouldn't last. I was moons away from becoming a warrior and you had been one for quite some time. Thunderclan wouldn't approve of such an age difference. By the time I understood that you had already gone after the foxdung I call kin. She was a strong she-cat who had just broken off things with Brambleclaw, but everyone could tell she still held her heart for the tabby. You didn't see though… Then when I came to you saying that you two would never work out you threw me out like a lost memory. I cried for a long while after that. Birchfall noticed my sorrow and reacted like a brother always trying to keep you out of my view so I wouldn't burst into tears. He had always been a sweet tom despite being Dustpelt's son. He understood me because he had been talking with a Shadowclan apprentice, but then she dropped him too. Although his behavior towards me never changed and my sisterly ways towards him stayed as well. We protected each other for a time being, and then you came back into my life after Squirrelflight broke you. You had been only a pawn in her game to get Brambleclaw back like everyone else knew. You never once asked for my company, but then I came back to you when I received my warrior name. Our love wouldn't be dismissed for lust, but it would be purer than anything the forest had ever seen. So, Ashfur I forgive you, my love.