She trusted him. The light tabby tom. She thought he would be her friend. She never saw it coming. A friend, outside of ThunderClan, was what Bluepaw was searching for. But no. Crookedpaw had to go on and ruin it. Ruin everything. If only. Bluepaw thought he was funny, and a bit laid back too. That messed up jaw on his face gave him personality, one could say. When Crookedpaw pushed himself against Bluepaw, she was a bit shocked. She liked it though.
"Great StarClan, it's cold!"
Bluepaw knew it was just a mere distraction to the fact that Heatherstar was annouscing the raid her Clan did to WindClan. Hawkheart… Bluepaw wished the brown tom would die, though she scorned herself for the thoughts.
"I'm thinking they'll name me Crookedjaw- unless my tail goes the same way. Then Hailstar would have to rethink."
Crookedpaw turned cold fast. In a battle for Sunningrocks, for what seemed like the hundredth time, it was a clash of ThunderClan and RiverClan. Crookedpaw attacked her, and it seemed only Bluepaw remembered the friendship they once had. As quarter moons turned to half-moons, as half-moons turns to moons, Crookedpaw-no, Crookedjaw seemed to forget more and more. Eventually, Crookedjaw became Crookedstar, and Bluefur Bluestar. But Bluestar never forgot the moments she and him had shared, even if it was for a short time. She'll always remember.
"Great StarClan, it's cold!"