Russetfur rested her muzzled onto her paws and sighed. She couldn't stop thinking about that Thunderclan cat she had watched patroling Thunderclan borders. He looked so brave strong, nothing like the scawny Shadowclan cats. She had been wanting a mate for a long time, but no one in her clan seemed right. Not even Boulder. Sure, he was okay, but not right for her
Rainwhisker, on the other hand, he was handsome and intruging. She had watched him hunt by the borders and talk with his clanmates. She licked her paw and drew it over her ear. How could she be thinking like this? He was from Thunderclan, and she was from Shadowclan. It would never work out. He didn't even know her. For all she knew, he would hate her. Even so, she couldn't hide the feelings building up inside her.
The Gathering was in a few moonhighs. She could talk to him then. She knew that if she didn't, the nagging feeling in her stomach would never go away. She closed her eyes and fell asleep much faster than she intended.
In her dreams, she saw a mouse. She started to stalk it, but it turned around, looked at her and waved its tail as if to motion her to follow. Then it bounded away. She tipped her head and chased after it.
Russetfur skidded to a halt as she almost ran into a grey she-cat. Looking up, she saw a slightly familiar face. Recongnition dawned on her. "Yellowfang?" She murmered. She had heard about the old medicine cat, driven out of Shadowclan by an old leader and accused of killing two kits. Thunderclan had taken her in, but she died in a fire in a vain attempt to save one of the members.
"Russetfur," the old medicine cat mewed. "Before it is too late, choose the right path. One will lead you to hurt and betrayal, the other will lead you to happiness and comfort. Your heart knows the path, even though you might not know the right one at first." Russetfur winced. Surely that meant she knew about her feelings for the Thunderclan cat, to give a message like that? How could she know already though? She looked up to question the old medicine cat, but she was already gone. The sun broke out from behind some old pines and the ground below her was washed away with white as she woke with a jolt.