She was lost in his eyes. His beautiful, beautiful eyes. His eyes sparkled like crystal waters rippling because of the breeze. His fur, oh, his sleek black fur. He had an athletic build. If only he was a GustClan warrior. He would make an excellent warrior, he was strong and brave. After all, he had saved her from that dog, and he didn't even know her.

"Have I ever told you 'you're beautiful?" Thomas murmured.

Honeyfall purred in response. She wanted to be with him forever. She had never felt this way about a tom. Her mother would never even look at her the same if she found out that Honeyfall had met with so many forbidden toms.

Cloverpelt, the deputy for that matter, was strict on rules. She had probably never broken the warrior code in her life. Punishments and discipline were on point, too. Honeyfall remembered many times as a kit that she had been punished for breaking small, simple rules. With a glimmer of shock, she wondered if that was why she enjoyed meeting with forbidden toms.

Looking back at the handsome tom in front of her, she wanted to run away. Away from the rules, the traditions, not to mention the toms. She would be happy with him. They could live in the abandoned territory. She wouldn't be too far from her friends and family.

The moonlight looked good on his pelt.

"Honeyfall, I love you so much," he murmured.

Looking at him, she knew she loved him, but was it enough to abandon her Clan?

Walking towards camp, she rolled in some bracken to disguise the rouge scent.

"Honeyfall? Why in StarClan are you out at this hour?" A voice called out.

With horror, she tried to plaster on an innocent look, hoping that it would look like she had just been hunting.

"Hi, Cloverpelt," she greeted her mother.

"Honeyfall, I raised you better than this. You should always alert some cat if you leave camp!" Cloverpelt scolded her.

Honeyfall tried desperately not to roll her eyes. That would probably earn her a free path to checking the elders for ticks.

"Sorry, Cloverpelt," she began, "I guess I just wanted the elders to wake up with fresh food."

"Yeah, right," she scoffed, "Because you've always cared about the elders."

Burning ager and frustration scorched through her. One of the elders had been her mentor, for StarClan's sake! Of course she would care about them! There was no way she could convince her mother to see reason.

"Actually, Mother, if you remember, Featherfur was my mentor. She taught me so much, so many rules, and I'm just so grateful to her," Honeyfall offered.

"Watch your tone," Cloverpelt snapped and walked back to camp.

Apparently the deputy wasn't impressed on the mention of her favorite thing: rules.

Now I have to actually find some fresh-kill, Honeyfall thought.

She was so tired, she couldn't imagine finding fresh-kill, not to mention she wouldn't get a lick of sleep once she got back.

Chasing down a rather scrawny rabbit, she tiredly killed it, it was a messy kill, and slowly walked back to camp. The sun was almost rising, and with her luck, she would get placed on the infamous dawn patrol. Cloverpelt would put her on the patrol because of her "tone" and the fighting cycle would continue. Honeyfall needed Thomas more than ever. He would take care of her. Wouldn't he?

"Honeyfall!"

With a jump, Honeyfall recognized the voice of Leafdrop. The pretty tabby she-cat was trotting towards her.

"Cloverpelt was looking for you," Leafdrop meowed to her nervously.

"Ugh, could you tell her I'm out hunting? I literally cannot take her right now," Honeyfall moaned.

"Sure, but I won't get the ear clawing for you," her friend replied.

Nodding, Honeyfall swerved towards the warrior's den, she was almost asleep on her paws.

Oh please, oh please, don't let Cloverpelt catch me. I can't believe she'll be leader after Briarstar dies. StarClan, please grant Briarstar nine more lives.

Nonchalantly looking around, Honeyfall spotted no cats and quickly curled up in her nest.

Honeypaw and Cragpaw were lined up by their leader. Their mentors had just finished talking to Sandstar. The deputy, Briarfall, was reassuring the two apprentices. Featherfur and Barkwhisker came out of the den. Honeypaw held her breath.

"You passed!" Featherfur exclaimed.

Excitement surged through Honeypaw's body.

"I know what Honeypaw's warrior name will be," Cragpaw snootily announced, "Honeygoody-two-paws."

"That's ridiculous," Honeypaw scoffed.

Cragpaw snorted. "It suits you."

"Cragpaw, you need to get a life! I'm tired of you prancing around like you're something special!" Honeypaw hissed under her breath, where the annoying tom wouldn't hear her.

"I'm not surprised I passed," he boasted.

"I am," Honeypaw mewed, rolling her eyes. She couldn't take it anymore.

"Shut up," Cragpaw blustered.

"Shut down," she shot back.

"Uh, uh, shut sideways," he offered.

She hoped that her claws would somehow stay in its sheath.