The thorniest of all roses

Love is a journey that all of us have to go on, my dear kits . It brings pain and grief. My name is Wingstar and this is my love- or so to be thought- story. It all started at a gathering. I was hoping to find a mate by now, but I didn't. I was the deputy at the time, Wingrose. All my hope in looking for a mate was gone. Until I met him, your father. His name was Greenthorn. His pelt was gingery-green and his eyes were the colors of thorns, brown. It was love at first sight. That night we got to know each other, discovering different things. There was only one problem that stood in our way of loving each other. We were from different clans. Now, I know what you're thinking. And yes, you are right. It's against the warrior code to have mates in another clan. Soon we started sneaking off in the middle of the night to meet each other by the border. Many moons later, I discovered that I was expecting kits. I thought that Greenthorn would be happy. Boy, was I wrong about that. That was the day I discovered another thing about him that was horrifying. My mate is a kit killer. Another many moons later, I kitted your brothers and sisters. They were named Sootkit, Bramblekit, Whisperkit and Petalkit. Since I was still visiting your father, I went to the clearing that we usually met in and to my horror, your father was there with another she cat from another clan! I stormed up to greenthorn, a hurricane of emotions brewing in my heart. After I came back to camp, every one rushed up to me, for I was bleeding from my tail to my nose. I thought he loved me. But this was moons after your siblings became warriors and I was expecting my second litter you. I told my clan the truth and announced it at the gathering. And what happiness did it give me? It gave me more grief because Greenthorn killed Soottrail and Bramblefall. Leaving me, whisperingwind and petalblossom neck deep in grief. That is why you should stay loyal to your clan and tell the truth to only those you trust. You got that softkit? Yes she answered. I purred and liked her ear. I was so proud to be her mother. She is my reminder that from a bush of roses, pricking your pad on the thorniest of all roses can always lead to finding the least thorniest.

A/N: how was that? no flames please, just constructive criticism, m'kay?