Dovepaw purred as she pressed her muzzle against Tigerstripe's. Blinking, she pulled back and glanced around. The Moonpool glistened and reflected the ranks of StarClan in the night sky. Would they approve? Dovepaw wondered, feeling a prick of guilt. Of course they wouldn't! She flicked her tail angrily. That isn't fair! She gazed at Tigerstripe and felt another purr push itself back up her throat. Why should the warrior code ban cats from being with who they loved? It wasn't right! Tigerstripe seemed to sense that something was wrong. "What's got your fur ruffled?" he murmured, curling his tail around hers. Dovepaw frowned. "What if… what if someone catches us? We'll be crowfood!" Tigerstripe blinked. "I know that. I thought you did, too." His eyes suddenly pierced into hers and she immediately wished she could stuff her words back down her throat. They both knew the risks. But they also knew each other was worth it. Dovepaw licked his hear and padded over to the Moonpool. Her ears twitched as she thought about how ironic it was—them being in the place where medicine cats met StarClan, doing something their ancestors would most disapprove of. Dovepaw arched her back and stretched luxuriously.
Tigerstripe watched her, tail twitching. "Do you think they know?" he asked, making her look up from the glistening pond. Bewildered, she cocked her head to the side. "Our Clans? I hope not!" Tigerstripe's ears twitched in amusement. "No, bee-brain, I mean StarClan!" Dovepaw's ears flew back. "Of course they know! They're StarClan!"
She watched him as he sighed and gazed up at the sky. He was so perfect. So handsome, so strong…So ShadowClan! Her conscience spat. You are from ThunderClan! You are smashing the warrior code so pieces by being with him! Dovepaw hissed aloud and Tigerstripe stared at her, puzzled. "What's wrong?" he asked, rubbing his cheek against hers. "Nothing," sighed, purring as she licked his cheek affectionately.