"But it's time to face the truth, I will never be with you."
-James Blunt
"You're a good friend," Bluefur had told him. Indeed he was. Bluefur was about to have "Thrushpelt's" kits, because he didn't want his Clanmates to find out that Bluefur had been seeing Oakheart. He winced a little when she had told him this, because that's all he ever was going to be to her: a friend. Thrushpelt had been pursuing her for moons, but she never seemed to share the feelings he had for her.
When Rosetail had told him he was going to be a father, he was confused. His Clanmates had assumed he had finally won Bluefur's affection, but that was not the case. He confronted Bluefur about it, and she said that it would be better if the Clan thought that the kits were pure ThunderClan. He had agreed to pretend to be the kits' father, and he prayed to StarClan that it was true. Though in his heart, he knew that Bluefur never loved him.
Thrushpelt carried the secret until the end. With his body shutting down, his last thoughts were about her. "Maybe we could be mates in StarClan," he thought. A tiny voice of reason told him that no, he should stop hoping. "Thrushpelt, it's time to face the truth: you'll never be with Bluefur." He sighed sadly, and then he closed his eyes for the last time.