Fala turned towards Rosa with a curious look upon her face. "So why were you trying to make me bald via ripping?"

"I was thinking about that prat Midnight. He wasn't even paying attention to the story of my heroics. Is it bad that I'm obsessing over his opinion but I hate his guts?" Rosa looked at her best friend.

"Well…I guess it is okay. A little creepy if you ask me. I wonder what he was thinking while he was spacing out. If you space out like that, you have to be thinking about something." Fala was beginning to ramble and when she rambles it will go on for a very long time.

During this time, Rosa was pondering on what Midnight could have possibly been thinking about. Could he have a girl in Windclan that he fancies? No thinking about that Rosa. You hate the little prat and he is in a different clan for crying out loud! Rosa was pretty close to screaming out loud from all of the frustration she bottled inside. She looked over to Fala, who was stroking her own hair and still rambling, and wondered whether Fala ever felt the frustration that came with the male sub-species.

Rosa sighed and reached over to Fala to push the brown-haired girl. Pushing was the only way that Fala would stop rambling. "Fala, please stop and go flirt with Omar. And possibly lose your virginity to him." Rosa rolled her eyes at the disturbed look on the other girl's face. But none the less, Fala stood and left. Rosa leaned back and assumed a stretched out position on the floor.

Maybe I should head out and go hunting. Hunting always makes me feel better when I'm down. Deciding on her plan of attack, Rosa stood and walked out of her den. After entering the clearing she noticed a hunting patrol preparing to leave. "Excuse me! But may I join you on your patrol?" Rosa called out as she transformed into her cat form.

"Why of course! We could always use an extra set of paws on a hunt!" A tabby tom mewed. Rosa nodded her thanks and followed the patrol out of the Thunderclan camp. After a couple of bounds into the deep forest, the tom from before spoke up. "How about we split up? We should be able to get more prey if we do."

Everyone agreed and split. Rosa went in a completely opposite direction from the rest, who went in generally the same direction. Scenting the air, she identified a black bird about twenty paces ahead. Moving forward, the bird came into sight. Crouching into the correct stance, Rosa sprang. Just before the bird could fly away, she pushed it to the ground and delivered a killing blow.

Burying her kill, Rosa scented the air again. Instantly a scent that wasn't wanted invaded her nose. Windclan! Racing to the area of the Windclan cat, that was within Thunderclan borders, she spotted Midnight in human form. Transforming back into her human self, Rosa glared at the intruding boy. "Midnight! You realize that you are on Thunderclan territory, right? I sugge-" Her threat was cut off by something soft and warm.

Starring at Midnight's face was a little difficult in her book. Considering one: he was kissing her; and two: he appeared to be enjoying it, if going by his closed eyes was anything. What the hell is going on? Rosa mentally screamed.

Rosa: Well that was fun to write! I don't own Warriors! For if I did…well Hollyleaf wouldn't of ran away and would have been one of the three. I was actually watching the second Harry Potter story as I wrote this. There are hints of Ron/Hermione in this one too!