Thankyou again for all the cats you guys made. Nows its time to see what happens.

I tried to make this story as... twisting and mysterious as possible, but I'm horrible at that. Making it so every part of the plot leads up to that one big event where everything gets revealed. But that's so hard to do, and I praise every writed who has done that.

But hopefully you guys like my story. There could probably be more action, but there will be if this is good enough to make a sequel to.

The prologue will be the only part in first person. Its just showing you the before events of this story that lead up to the exiles.

I had loved her. I do admit that, I'm not in denial. I loved Violetpaw.

The way her paws seemed to float over the ground, the way her blue eyes sparkled even in the darkest of nights, hardest of hours. The way her pitch black pelt shone in the sunlight, how soft it felt when she accidently brushed against me. The way her laughter sounded, like the wind flowing easily through the trees, or the river running over stones. The way her voice was like bird song in the morning, birds calling to each other softly at sunset.

I loved everything about her.

I still remember her so vividly, even though she died nearly 12 moons ago. I remember every hunting patrol with her, when she crouched so perfectly, and killed prey, though did it so gracefully and silently it was as if it never happened. Her even breathing at night when they slept, how she stayed by me every Gathering. I loved to show her off to the other Clan apprentices.

The day she told me she loved me was the best day of my life.

"Gathering tonight, you excited?" I meowed, trotting over to where she sat by the fresh-kill pile.

Violetpaw shrugged with a wave of her black tail. "It'll be just like every other." she meowed, voice bored, but I could see nervousness, anticipation in her eyes.

"I guess." I meowed, sitting across from her and curling my own black tail around my paws. Whenever we went to the Gathering, we were mistaken as twins.

"Can I... talk to you?" she suddenly meowed, and I tilted my head, though excitement and hope soared inside of me.

"Sure. Out in the forest?" she simply nodded and stood stiffly, trotting toward the entrance. It was all I could do to follow, mesmerized by her very existance. I hardly noticed were in the forest until she stopped and turned toward me. I stopped abruptly, as quick as I could, so I wouldn't barrel into her.

"Are you okay?" I meowed, cocking my head. What she said next surprised me.

"I-I think I love you!" Her eyes got wide when the words tumbled so fast from her mouth, and she blinked, all the words coming out as one.

I was frozen to the spot, eyes wide, tail flicking. "Really?"

She looked dismayed, as if this wasn't the response she waited, and I quickly meowed, "I feel the same way!" She let out a long sigh, and after that we talked for what seemed like forever, the sun had begun to set, and I was going to the Gathering. We returned to camp, and later on I left.

She died that night. I never saw her again.

I grieved for long after that, the first few days were the hardest. I didn't even come out of the den, and others knew to leave me alone. After a week or so, Russetpaw coaxed me out of the den, telling me it was time to get back to normal duties.

I was never the same. It's now 12 moons after her death, and I'm stil grieving. I can be normal at times, but the name still hurts, and patrolling the SunClan border, where her body, wet, but no scratches, was found. Every time I go, I remember walking back from the Gathering, excited to see her again, and finding her there.

Tail dragging in the stream.

Okay, theres the very short prologue. I just wanted y'all to get the gist of the relationship and how she died. So, please review!