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Leafpool, Ashfur(c)Erin Hunter
~Leafpool's POV~
Yawning, I stretched out my forelegs contentedly on the smooth stone surface of the medicine den's flooring.
I looked around bleakly, blinking twice as the blurriness gradually decreased from my vision. I sighed, ready to face the day, urging myself to keep my mind blank. It didn't work, of course.
It never does.
"Don't worry, I'll protect you."
His words, no, his lies, echoed in my almost empty mind. Once again, he gently rasped his tongue across the back of my neck, and whispered words of affection. I almost turned around, expecting to see Cinderpelt comfortably settled in her mossy nest, then stopped myself.
Blinking my weary eyes, I remembered about a moon ago how Cinderpelt had been killed by a badger. I had said my goodbye to Crowfeather then.
Was it true what Cinderpelt had said? That it wasn't love, it was...l-l...
I couldn't bring myself to think it. From the very first moment I had seen and met him, Crowfeather had captured my attention. I had to admit, as I stood blankly in my den, we had never even talked, or had any friendly contact. It was all just a spur of the moment thing.
I found myself wishing he hadn't saved me, that I could just be dead, and Cinderpelt alive, and nobody living a ruined life.
I gasped and shook myself. "Get a grip of yourself," I choked out dryly, "Your clan needs you the most now." My tail scraping the ground saddly, but my head held high, slightly hopeful, I padded out of my den, ready to tackle whatever came my way.