ThunderClan's medicine cat. I'm ThunderClan's medicine cat. This is so wrong. Her breath came quickly. She stared out across the border, the stream sparkling, lit up with the rays of the moon. How could something so wrong feel so... so right?
Leafpool quickly glanced at Silverpelt. No cloud floated in front of the moon, no omens, nothing... Nothing to guide her, to tell her what to do. She felt anguish building up in her heart. All she wanted was love. It was mouse-brained that medicine cats couldn't have a mate or kits.
She stared at the stream. Her paw tentatively dipped into it. Little minnows sped away from her claws; they danced, played with her, leaped in and out. The slender tabby's attention was so drawn to them that she didn't notice the presence approaching.
"That's not how you catch fish." A superior tone, one that contained a world of arrogance. Leafpool quickly withdrew her paw and stared. The strong tom had melted away into the shadows; his ice blue eyes watching her with their unwaveringly cold stare. Could he see? Could he see all the pain he was causing her?
She hated how he looked at her like she was worthless, she hated how he thought he was above her, just because she was so petite and he had a strong, handsome, well-muscled body... her claws scraped into the ground. She pushed away her emotions and glared.
"I wasn't trying to." With that, Leafpool turned tail on Hawkfrost and sped away, back to the confinement of ThunderClan camp.