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Bluestar sat in her mossy den losing her mind slowly. She had trusted him so much, and he'd betrayed her. She hadn't listened to Fireheart, but which Clan leader would listen to their youngest warrior about a cat they trusted completely? Bluestar knew she was just trying to stop her self from feeling like a fool. Which she was completely was, at the moment. Why had she ever trusted him. Oh, she remembered, but it went a long way back...
Bluepaw jogged up to the huge, handsome tabby apprentice standing just outside the camp. "What are you doing, Tigerpaw?" she asked happily, the whole camp knew she liked him (in that way). Tigerpaw turned around, and looked at her with hazel eyes. "Nothing much." he said, knowing if he told the whole truth, she might gro straight to the leader. And she was a pretty cat. One he quite liked in fact...
Time passed, and the apprentices spent more time together. The became warriors, and that didn't stop their attention. Tigerclaw wasn't as respectable as they had all expected, but Bluefur didn't really care. When she had his kits, she said they were Oakheart's, the cat who had been mooning around her for ages. He was a great warrior, but he wasn't that smart, and she tricked him into thinking they were his.
The third kit hadn't actually died. She couldn't let anyone see that one. The dark pelt and long claws were enough to tell anyone it was Tigerclaw's, and with her clear blue eyes, the kit was clearly hers too. The kit was left to the care of ShadowClan, where it probably wouldn't be noticed. ShadowClan, if they weren't fighting, stayed out of other cat's way. She had noticed the change in his feelings, from a bit after Fireheart was made into a warrior, but she hadn't payed any attention. Even if he doesn't love me, he can still be a good and loyal deputy, she thought. But she was wrong. His love for her had been the only thing that kept him in ThunderClan at all. And even after all this, even now...
...she still loved him.
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