p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"They keep quiet. It's essential to their relationship; to its survival, and to theirs. They don't speak during the day. They know this is wrong. It's what they've been taught, all their lives. Part of a newer, better generation, they are from some of the first litters born to the new and unsure PureClan, and they are brought up breathing hate. Poppyfall, perhaps aptly named, falls first. It's fated not to be, because they're both paired to other cats, but she can't hid her glances, her stares. Robinclaw notices, and then he meets her in the forest one day. He falls in return, for her beauty and grace. They keep it quiet, hushed. It's not enough because they are discovered, and they, traitors in a bright and righteous cause, are the first of the promising new generation to be put to death./p