Chapter 7

Blackpaw shook himself awake and grumpily trudged out of the apprentice's den. The Gathering was tonight, and he had tossed and turned at the thought.

I've only been to two Gatherings ever since I began training 4 moons ago! He thought. I better go this time!

Blackpaw padded back to camp after successfully hunting with Nightpaw. Maybe, he thought, this would clear up any sort of tension between them. When they hunted, their brains and hearts reminded them of their kin, and they stalked as one.

Once Blackpaw had dropped his fat pigeon in the fresh-kill pile, however, he saw Nightpaw carry one of her three mice over to Mountainpaw. Gritting his teeth, he picked a thrush from the pile and walked over to Mosspaw, who had just come out of the medicine cat's den.

"Want to share?"

"Sure."

As Blackpaw settled down with his brother, he eyed his sister angrily. Noticing, Mosspaw spoke up.

"You're being quite stupid, you know."

His remark unbalanced the young tom; for he was used to his brother being kind, and sweet, and gentle- nothing like the angry cat that shared prey with him now.

Looking up to see his brother shocked, Mosspaw reacted. "Well, you are! You think you're so special, that you don't need someone to rely on, but fine! Why is it your concern if she fancies him? They love each other, that much is clear? Are you taking that privilege for granted?"

And suddenly, it hit Blackpaw why his brother was behaving like he was.

It wasn't about his 'support' of a relationship.

It was him wishing that he could have the choice of one.

Dunn Dunn Dunn… cliffhanger! Meh, not really, but…

I am so sorry for the lack of updates! I kind of hit a writer's block, and I am busy. School is out, though, so hopefully I will be able to write more.

Happy Belated Birthday to me! Yay! I am between -50 million and infinity! YASSSSSSSSSSSS

Crazily yours,

Briardust