"Oh Hawkfrost…" said Wildstar, looking up into the stars and wishing secretly that she could kill Ravenpelt.
"Hello Wildstorm. Not tired?" she heard the familiar voice from behind her in the Warriors' den, making her fur stand up.
"What's wrong?" he asked her, tilting his dark brown tabby head, blue eyes questioning her emotions.
"Never speak to me again!" Wildstorm hissed, turning around and arching her back to him, "Why do you even bother!"
"But-" Hawkfrost started, but before he could finish Wildstorm interrupted, "Shut up! I don't want to hear it!"
"Wild-" he began again, but Wildstorm whacked him with her tail and walked out of the Warriors' den.
"That little… I want to wring his neck sometimes!" Wildstorm muttered to herself as she leaped across the river and ran near the lake on to ShadowClan territory. As she stormed up the beach, she kept thinking to herself and muttering. "that Ravenpelt…" she looked down at her paws as a crystal tear dropped onto her paw, making the fur on her foot wet. Ravenpelt was everything that she wasn't. Kind, gentle, pretty, and a deputy to top it all off. It was all of Hawkfrost's fault. He had broken Wildstorm's heart and seemed completely oblivious.
As Wildstorm reached the large cliff, cold air pushing down her soft tortoiseshell fur, she wiped the wet fur around her eyes off with her paw. Her wet feet were freezing with the Lake water that had been lapping up against them on the journey to the Highcliff on ThunderClan territory. I wonder if he knows that he's the only thing I think about when I'm alone. Wildstorm thought. Wildstorm turned her head up to the stars, shaking some of the mud and tears off of her muzzle and from around her blue eyes. "Why?!" Wildstorm hissed in a sad rage, "Why… Why did he…He betrayed me...I should never have trusted Tigerstar's son!"
Wildstorm dragged her feet on the dirt as she walked over to a large maple with twisting branches and began to dig between the two largest roots. It was the only way she could get him out of her mind. She had to leave. Suddenly, Wildstorm felt her paw strike something hard. As she uncovered the red material, it became easier to see the twisting white objects attached to the red material. Teeth. Dogs' teeth and cats' teeth alike, it had been her father's.
Wildstorm took the collar and slipped it around her neck, thinking about how much she had to do this, no matter how much it hurt her. Before she turned, ready to leave, she looked up into the sky. There, staring down at her, she saw two crystal blue eyes, shining like starlight. Wildstorm had to tell herself over and over, do not cry, he betrayed you. Do not cry. Do not cry. Wildstorm took one last look up at those shining blue eyes she used to love so much, she used to look forward to, and in her heart, they still lingered as she turned, glanced back at the sky, and ran.