I don't own Warriors.

Sorry its been so long since the last update…no updates mean that I haven't gotten many reviews.

I'm putting in this as Birchpaw's POV, so you can see how he feels about things. It could be important.

This is right after Tanglepaw's chapter.

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Fanned Chocolate- Wow! Congratulations, you've gotten some new material! Yes, my life is pathetic (thankfully, not as pathetic as yours), thanks for asking. I'm quite aware of that fact (I have friends who inform me of it all the time). When I do get the urge to write and post it on the Internet, do you honestly think I care about what idiots like you think? Do you think I'm so insecure that I'll burst into tears and run into my room? And F.Y.I, I've been told plenty of times that I'm a great writer, but I know that my writing has flaws.

Now go get a life.

Birchpaw watched Tanglepaw from across the clearing, walking away from Sandstorm. She had the perfect walk, looking graceful but powerful, almost like how he had imagined a tiger.

She smiled at Silentpaw, the warmth extending to her eyes, making them glow. It took his breath away when she did that to him, he wanted to please her. Birchpaw wondered what argument Tanglepaw had with her mentor, it seemed like the two she-cats were throwing more than insults.

Sandstorm trotted past to Firestar, giving Tanglepaw a wide area. That was strange.

"Birchpaw!" Tanglepaw called, smiling angelically. Birchpaw's heart skipped a beat; the glowing warmth in her eyes meant more than anything to him. She smelled faintly of herbs, her voice sweet as honey. "It's great to see you, after a long morning on patrol."

Birchpaw nodded, barely noticing what he was agreeing with.

"I can't believe that everyone enjoys them, I hate going around. I'd rather do something like hunting or battle training."

"Me too."

"So what did you do?" Tanglepaw asked sweetly, considerate of what he had been doing.

"Oh, nothing much," Birchpaw replied, trying to gather his scrambled thoughts. "Spiderleg took me on a hunting patrol. Nothing as important as a border patrol."

"Hunting patrols are very important!" Tanglepaw disagreed. "Border patrols are a waste of time, especially in the winter."

"Yes, of course," Birchpaw mumbled, automatically agreeing.

Tanglepaw smiled, sending shivers of excitement down his spine. "I'll talk to you later," she whispered flirtatiously in his ear, her breath warm against his fur. She smiled again, trotting away in her perfect, powerful gait.

Someone chuckled behind him.

"She's pulling at your heart," Brackenfur said with a grin.

"She is not!"

The warriors didn't listen.

"It's okay to like her," Dustpelt began. "But be careful, she won't settle for ordinary toms."

Brambleclaw laughed. "Be nice, Dustpelt, he is your son."

"They're just kidding," Spiderleg muttered.

"Dustpelt," Ferncloud scolded from the nursery entrance. "I don't know what you're doing, but don't embarrass Birchpaw."

"I told you to stop," Birchpaw snapped, not amused. "Tanglepaw is nice, pretty, kind—"

"See?" Brackenfur said sadly. "You love her, Birchpaw, just listen to yourself. Just be careful, none of us want you to get hurt."

Birchpaw's eyes blazed. "Tanglepaw wound never hurt me."

I put a huge positive spin on Tanglepaw's character because that's how Birchpaw sees her. Poor Birchpaw…he doesn't know about what Tanglepaw is capable of. He loves her, the poor guy. I felt so bad for him…

But not that much!

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