Sharptuft was the definition of bad luck. Whenever he was on patrol, he would trip. He was an absolutely terrible hunter. His huge black paws made it hard to sneak up on birds and was too noisy to catch fish. Whenever he tried helping his Clanmates in a fight, he'd just get in the way. Luckily his father, Creekstar, was leader. He would be allowed to eat and be a warrior. He knew most of RiverClan considered him a lazy nuisance, but Sharptuft ignored their sneers and complaints.

Sharptuft followed Creekstar's patrol, keeping close to his father. He wasn't watching where he was going, and bumped into Rowansplash.

"I'm sorry," he ducked his ears, afraid that she was going to swipe at him or yell at him. Most of his Clanmates did and Rowansplash was one of the fiercest she-cats in RiverClan.

"It's alright," she bumped his head with hers. "No need to be sorry."

Sharptuft looked up at the strange softness in her voice. The ginger and black she-cat was calm. Her amber eyes met his as Creekstar stopped.

"Hurry it up you two."

"Alright," Sharptuft called to his father, but he was more focused on Rowansplash. He always admired her, but just her voice made him better. Was this a crush?

No! She wouldn't go out with an unlucky tom like you! Surely there are better warriors.

He thought to himself sadly. How could he ever tell her how he felt?


Sharptuft paced around a bit. It had been two moons since he realized his crush on Rowansplash. But other toms had began to try wooing her. There was no way that he would be better than them.

"Thinking of Rowansplash?"

Sharptuft stopped at his father's teasing words. The gray and white tom padded until he was in front of his son.

"How do you-"

"Every cat can see you like her. Except for Rowansplash of course," Creekstar purred with amusement.

"Really?" This was just his luck, wasn't it? And she had no idea about his feelings.

"I think you should tell her. If you don't you will lose her. It worked with your mother."

"Really?" Sharptuft never met his mother since she died when he was born.

"Yes. Now go find her. I made sure that she went to the riverbank alone."

"Thank you father," Sharptuft knew he had to hurry, but his luck would ruin it.

When he reached the riverbank, all he saw was Rowansplash. Her fur was drenched, but still kept its silky texture. She opened her eyes and faced him.

"Sharptuft. Perfect timing I have something to say."

"I must confess something myself," he felt his heart begin to pound in his ears.

"I like you!" "I love you!"

They stopped moving after speaking at the same time. Sharptuft felt like he was in a dream. Rowansplash wouldn't met his eyes after her confession.

"You like me? Are you sure you want to be with a cat like me? I'm only trouble," Sharptuft admitted.

"I like trouble," Rowansplash turned back to him with a light look.

Maybe even I can be lucky?