Cherrypelt padded through camp. Featherdapple raced up to her. "Hey, Cherrypelt!" She called.

"Yeah, Featherdapple?" She asked. What did that cat want now?

Featherdapple pawed at Cherrypelt's pale ginger tabby shoulder, using a delicate black and grey flecked paw.

"Cherrypelt." She murmured. She repeated the name over and over again.

It was then that Cherrypelt realized that she and Featherdapple were best friends. She knew that it had taken a while to realize that.

They did everything together. Hunting, eating, going to gatherings. They were very close.

But, that was before Cherrypelt killed Featherdapple. And everything went way downhill.