Weell, someone told me that I should make a chapter in Mousefur's POV, so I tried.. please review and tell me if it's okay!

Mousefur's POV

He was a mousebrain. A funny, handsome mousebrain.

Yes, Darkstripe was funny. When he wasn't so cranky all the time. Ever since he had gotten all caught up in Tigerstar's plans, he wasn't himself. I missed young Darkpaw – his sleek, dark pelt, those wonderful eyes that glittered and widened whenever he saw me. But they didn't glitter with anger, or evil, or whatever the foxdung you want to call it. They glittered with something different, something special.

The first time he told me about Tigerstar's plot, he seemed so alive, so excited for the future. It was like he wanted to rush things that would never happen. I told him it was a load of foxdung, that he shouldn't even be thinking of such things. "When me, Longtail, and Tigerstar take over, will you stand by me?" He asked me, eyes boring into my pelt. I couldn't look at him, so I stared at my paws. What was I going to say? 'Yes, I'll help break the warrior code with you, you lovely furball!' Of course not.

So I walked out on him.

But I regretted it when he was exiled. I regretted not trying to bring him out of the shadows Tigerstar was trying to drag him into. When he fed Sorrelkit the deathberries, I was so confused… so angry… so…

What did I feel? Frustration? Annoyance?

Sadness?

My heart ached to watch him go, but I had to. For the sake of my Clan, for the sake of my own sanity.

But everything just got worse. At the battle with BloodClan, when I saw him pin Firestar down, I let out a yowl of despair – despair for what my love had become. An empty-souled monster.

He seemed to hesitate, like he heard my cry. I saw Graystripe bowl him over, and before I could stop him, the gray tom delivered the death blow.

My wail of pain could not be stopped, as I felt my heart being torn apart with grief. StarClan, I knew, would not accept him. Darkstripe was a traitor, and I knew it.

The stupid mousebrain.

That handsome, stupid mousebrain.

But my Darkstripe was gone. Gone, forever, even before his death.

After the battle, as the Clans returned to their homes, I hesitated. Looking back at Darkstripe, I knew that I had to bury him. He could have been a great warrior.

But successfully dragged him into the shadows.

Pressing my nose into his fur, I murmured, "We will meet again, Darkstripe. No boundaries will keep us apart… true love always finds a way, right?" Sniffing, and blinking back tears, I muttered to myself, "You sappy piece of foxdung…"

I am old now. I complain about my joints, which are stiff and sore with age, my pelt is graying and dull, and my eyes hold more wisdom than spunk. And yet, every night, I look to the same sweet purple sky, wondering if Darkstripe has his star… then remembering his traitorous ways.

But wherever he may be, I will find him. Not only with my amazing sense of smell, but with my heart and soul, which sing to him every day.

With my heart and soul, because he is my Darkstripe.