She cups the little flower in her paws, inhaling the sweet perfume that emanates from its petals. Its fragility frightens her. In a way, she thinks that the flower is so much like herself. Though she has always been wandering the world with happiness, there is something within her that shrivels when she sees something so beautiful. Flower, what have I ever done to you? she thinks. How are you so happy, when you have nothing to do but sit there through sun and night? I wish I were as indifferent as you. Then. . . maybe then I could finally move on from him. She shakes her head, a sigh shuddering through her. But alas, there is nothing to do. . . nothing to do but wait and see if he believes my empty promises. A lonely tear sparkles in one eye, then disappears as she blinks it away. Oh StarClan. . . what have I ever done to you? What have I done to make you hate me so much that you want to give me something and then so cruelly take it away?
