Eaglewing's POV
They must be having fun, thought Eaglewing, as the laughing enimated from the forest around him. Jaystrike and Mountainclaw. Never thought it'd really happen. Good match, though. That's how mates are supposed to be….
Eaglewing was hunting a mouse, but his mind was far away, in a world of love and confusion. Blazeheart had saved him. But Blazeheart was kind, and she would've done the same for anyone. But they were mates… Tom's minds weren't made to think about these things.
Just as he pounced on his prey and snapped its neck, her voice was behind him. "I'm sorry."
Such a beautiful voice… "I know. But it doesn't change anything, does it?" He didn't turn to look at the pain on her face. This was harder for her than it was for him. She was so kind…. it was best that she didn't know how thoroughly his heart was breaking.
"I'm so sorry. You deserve more than me. I'm a miserable excuse for a cat. I should just go along with my parents' wishes. I'm so selfish. But it wasn't my idea…"
"No," he said, standing. "No, it was mine. It was my idea."
"You told… my parents…"
"That we would be good mates, yes." Eaglewing didn't care about the betrayal in her voice. He would later. He would beat himself up over it later. But now, he was in too much pain to care.
Silence. The cat behind him was so confused, so conflicted. He could sense it.
"You brought this on yourself, then. I never loved-" Her voice cut off with a sob, and she was gone.
Eaglewing tore the mouse apart until nothing was left but the blood-stained leaves. And he laid upon them for a long,
