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Hello! I'd like to thank amberleaf4273 for the idea of this chapter! I hope you like it!

BearfootXFeatherfur

I always loved Featherfur.

When we were kits, I would always play with her. But the way she smiled and everyone, the way she was so kind, the way that she was so wonderful, made me love her.

When we were apprentices, I would hang out near her all the time. I mean, she was perfect for me, and I was perfect for her. I always offered to share my dinner with her, and I never hurt her when we were battle-training. Even though I got a good scolding from Deerbranch, it was worth it, because I knew that someday, we would be mates.

When we became warriors, I cheered her name the loudest. She noticed me, too!

The next day, we went hunting together. After we finished, we headed to the lake together. We stared at each other for a while, blushing.

This is my chance!

"Uh, Featherfur, I, uh... I really like you. Like, I have forever. I make sure you always are okay, even when I was supposed to fight you. I always try to impress you, and I really... I'm in love with you! You're so beautiful, and kind, and... I can't imagine my life without you! Do... do you like me too? Love me too? Even if you just really like me, I would be so happy-"

"Bearfoot!" Feathfur exclaims. She quiets her voice. "Bearfoot. You're really nice and all, and a great fellow warrior, but..." She lowers her head and looks at her paws. "I don't feel the same way. I'm really sorry!"

Shock. Pain. Hurt. Despair. Sadness. That's what I felt.

But I put on a strong face. "It's okay!" I explain, my voice quivering a bit.

Featherfur's gray fur blows around in the wind. "Thanks for saying I'm beautiful... and kind." Her icy blue eyes look up at me.

I nod. "It's only the truth."

Then Reedclaw pads towards us. He hisses at me and throws himself in front of Featherfur.

"What are you doing with my future mate?" Reedclaw growls. I stare in surprise at Featherfur, who shrugs awkwardly.

"We've been in love for a long time. And we've been planning this. We really want to be mates and raise a family together. Bearfoot, you'll always be a friend, but... not my mate." Feathfur explains. Reedclaw nods.

I lower my head. "Okay. I guess I should go now." And with that, I padded back to camp.

Even though I was heartbroken, I didn't let it show. I kept being strong. I always hung out with my friends. I don't think anyone knew that I was heartbroken except for Featherfur. But my life went on. I even tried to hang out near Misteye, who liked me when we were apprentices. She was always kind, and she made me forget about Featherfur.

So I tried to ignore it when Featherfur's scent was mixed with a milky scent, and when her belly was swollen. Reedclaw and Featherfur had never announced it, but the clan knew. It was hard to not notice those kinds of things, when a queen is close to birth.

One day I came back from a hunting patrol and looked inside the nursery. Featherfur was curled around three kits, one black, one smoky gray, and one light gray. Reedclaw was curled around her, purring loudly. I turn away and stalk to the Fresh-Kill Pile. Misteye noticed my despair and came over to me.

"Bearfoot, are you alright?" The sleek gray she-cat asked, genuinely worried. I growled in rage.

"No! I'm not! Everything is wrong!" Misteye's eyes widened.

Then, the worst thing possible happened.

"I could... I could make it right, for you." Misteye meowed, like a promise.

I didn't know what to say. I wanted to tell her that I only loved Featherfur, and that I always would. But I couldn't break her heart. I knew how it felt.

I shocked myself.

I said yes.

Life went on, in a way. Featherfur tried to avoid me. Reedclaw kept the three kits away from me, acting like I didn't notice. The thing is, when you know some cats don't like you, you observe them, and you notice their tactics of staying away. Misteye hadn't announced that we were 'mates' yet, because I told her not to. We weren't mates! And we never would be.

I told Misteye that I couldn't be her mate. I told her that she would always be a friend, but not my mate.

I got that from an old friend.

Things were awkward for a while.

Then the trouble came.

Razor's Gang came along.

In the nearest Twolegplace, there were three gangs. Sabor's Gang, Serpent's Gang, and Razor's Gang. They were in a war with each other, and Razor's Gang was winning. The killing cats just suddenly attacked one day.

I was sitting outside the Warriors Den, waiting for Featherfur to arrive. I needed to tell her my true feelings. Her kits were now apprentices.

Suddenly a tall, cream she-cat with long fangs and sharp claws charged I into camp with about thirty cats following her. I yowled out a warning and charged at the crowd.

I saw cats dropping by my sides, gasping for one last word, one last breath, one last chance, until they went limp. I didn't even realize Featherfur was in danger until I heard her scream.

The cream she-cat had Featherfur cornered. She began to charge at the beautiful, gray tabby she-cat that I loved with all my heart and more. Without thinking, I ran towards Featherfur, my paws thudding against the hard ground, my heart pounding in my ears. I slashed at the attacker's throat, not noticing the pain until the attacker and I fell to the ground.

Featherfur rushed to my side and pressed her paws against the wound on my neck, desperately trying to stop the blood.

"Oh, Bearfoot! No!" She wept. I weakly lifted my paw to stroke her cheek.

"It's alright." I cough. "I need you to know that I love you-" Another cough, this time with blood coming up.

I was terrified. I was dying! But I needed to be brave. For Featherfur.

"Forever." I finished. Featherfur strokes my face.

"Bearfoot..."

She continues, but I don't hear the rest. I black out.

I loved Featherfur so much that I died for her, even when she broke my heart.

Even though Featherfur would never be my mate, she would always be the love of my life.

There we go! :3