And
there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In
a land of make believe
That don't believe in me
Graystripe nudged the kits toward the ThunderClan entrance. Fireheart bounded forward, his eyes full of sadness for his friend.
"Graystripe, you don't have to do this!" he meowed, still trying to reason his friend out of leaving.
Graystripe nodded. "These kits won't cause ThunderClan trouble any longer," he meowed. "I won't let them be fought over. Will you help me carry them?"
Fireheart just nodded and picked up the tiny tom-kit.
The two cats padded down to the river, where Mistyfoot stood waiting. She gave an anguished smile to Graystripe and Fireheart right before she waded across the shallow part of the river.
"Graystripe, you can just tell them that they're yours, and you have the right to them... Graystripe, you can't just leave them in RiverClan alone!" Fireheart meowed in exasperation.
Graystripe turned his yellow gaze towards Fireheart and he almost flinched at the love, pain, and sadness he saw there. "I'm going with them, Fireheart," he meowed before Mistyfoot stepped up to them. "I'm sorry. I'll really miss you, but I'm not wanted in ThunderClan anymore. Didn't you see how Sandstorm and the other cats looked at me?"
Fireheart found himself at a loss for words as he picked up the she-kit and prodded the tom-kit towards Mistyfoot, and they both disappeared over the river.