AN: Thanks ponyowia, .COOKIES, and Sailheart!

Coalpaw POV

Today's another dark day, I think. I'm feeling really down. I wake up for dawn patrol to Beechnose prodding me. We catch a RiverClan warrior on our territory, but Beechnose won't trust me in fighting him. I think she mentioned Stormpaw to Greypelt.

Stormpaw.

His grey and brown tabby fur, his deep grey eyes, as much as a storm as a daisy is. So pure and clear. Sweet and trusting.

But dead. And none of my love for him will make him live again.

Ever.

I suppose I shouldn't feel so bad. He has a brother too. Darkpaw, his name is. Or was. He'd be a warrior by now.

He has a mother, Mistyheart, her name is. His father's name is Tigerthroat.

And I'm not the only one to lose a love. Poor Blizzardleap. He lost his love on his last hunt as an apprentice, a needless death. She fell on the Thunderpath, and a speedy red monster got her.

And he was left without a love.

Beechnose told me as we went back to camp, that I'm too young to know what love is. And I asked her whether Blizzardleap was too young to love. Or Blizzardstream.

I wish I hadn't said that now. She snarled at me never to talk to her like that, and sent me to collect herbs with Mosspaw.

She turned her nose up at me too, and basically ignored me. She doesn't love me. I got a bit annoyed, and stormed off, asking her what my sister's name was. Because I really don't think she counts be like that anymore. And I swear I heard her say "You don't have a sister Coalpaw." I hate her. I hate her most of all.

I got into even more trouble for that. Brightstar told me he was going to make me a warrior today, but he postponed it for a moon. A whole moon I'll be stuck in this loveless hole of despair.

Because I was eating by the apprentice den, and Tawnythorn didn't even see me there. Sure, it was getting a bit dark, she was on the dusk patrol, but all she thinks of his her own love, Blizzardstream. My father.

Love. I think everyone gets it, but not many get it for long.

Or I may just be unfortunate like that.

AN: The bold isn't working... Sorry for the angst. I'm in a mood to write angst. :D Please tell me what you think!