The early morning chill made her shiver, in spite of her thick fur. Leafpool lay stretched out in her nest of moss, reminiscing. How many times had she talked to Hawkfrost on the journey? How come he had seemed so... so free then, and once arriving at their new territories, he'd gone back to his old self?
She knew he and Brambleclaw still talked sometimes. Hawkfrost seemed friendly enough. Did he know how Leafpool felt about him? She could've sworn she saw her knowledge reflected back at her in those eyes of his, those beautiful eyes, last night. When he had told her she was catching fish wrong. The ThunderClan medicine cat growled under her breath. I wasn't even trying, mouse-brain!
Squirrelflight entered, her green eyes stormy. Leafpool could tell she had Brambleclaw had had another fight. The sisters faced each other, one with a sense of understanding, the other bristling, until Leafpool calmly said, "What happened?"
"That mouse-brain Brambleclaw! He has to understand I'm over him!" Even as she heard her sister snarl these words, Leafpool knew they weren't true. Brambleclaw and Squirrelflight were a match made in StarClan. She only half-listened to her sister's rantings as she gazed out into the camp. Ashfur sat some ways away, watching them keenly. Leafpool felt uncomfortable. She'd never really liked him...
He and Squirrelflight were never destined to be together. Just like her and Hawkfrost.