CROWPAW
I know we're both from different Clans. But I feel like she's the only one who understands me out of the five cats I have to travel with.
Brambleclaw, Tawnypelt and Stormfur all think I'm arrogant and selfish. I guess I am, kind of. Especially when I'm annoyed. Especially when I'm annoyed by Squirrelpaw, that infuriating ThunderClan apprentice!
At least Feathertail can see through my disguise. She sees me for who I really am, and doesn't hurt or pity me with that knowledge. Instead, she loves me for it.
I can easily lift my mask of stubbornness when I'm with her, my than I ever could for any cat. She's just what I always dreamed of: beautiful, intelligent, caring, kind. I can't help but love her.
But so much is in our way.
Our dangerous journey. The fact that we're from different Clans. The fact that she's a warrior, and I'm still just an apprentice. Her brother, Stormfur, who thinks that we're making a bad mistake.
But together, with our love, we can make it through these difficulties.
FEATHERTAIL
Crowpaw cowers under the looming jaws of Sharptooth. The giant beast is so close to stabbing Crowpaw with his jaws. I have to save him!
I glance around. I have no hope of leaping on Sharptooth and killing him. My gaze searching low, then by sudden impulse, I look to the roof of the cave.
A long pointed stone sticks out of the ceiling, directly above Sharptooth. A plan forms in my mind. But I would have to give up my life.
I would give up nine lives to save Crowpaw.
I turn to Stormfur and bury my nose in his fur one last time. I whisper goodbye, my eyes filled with sorrow.
Then I jump.
Stormfur's horrified yowl ringing in my ears, my claws snag the pointed stone and tear it from the cave roof. I plunge down with it.
I have saved Crowpaw.
But I have lost myself.