Chapter 11
Willowheart felt a lot of grief and started running away, but Creamyspots stopped her.
"Willowheart, everything will be fine, I promise," he said, and licked Willowheart's ear with affection.
Willowheart suddenly felt a little better. Creamyspots had made her feel the same way as Brownpaw had made her feel. Am I falling in love with him? I can't, I will betray Brownpaw if I did.
But Willowheart couldn't help her feelings.
"I have an idea," said Creamyspots. "Why don't we go out for a walk after Fernfur's vigil? Maybe then you'll feel better."
"Good idea," replied Willowheart.
Willowheart went and sat next to her sister's body. She had died saving Willowheart's apprentice from drowning, and she would be remembered.
After sitting vigil for her sister, she pressed her muzzle into her flank and murmured: "Good journey Fernfur. I hope you find your place among the cats in the stars."
She stood up and went towards Creamyspots, who was cleaning himself next to the camp entrance.
Creamyspots gave her a nod, and both cats headed towards the forest.
"You know, Gingerfur told me we are going to the gathering," said Creamyspots.
"That's great!," said Willowheart.
"Willowheart, I have always had feelings for you. You're a great cat, and I would like to be with you forever. Now that Brownpaw's dead, we can be together. Willowheart, will you be my mate?," asked Creamyspots, his blue eyes looking into Willowheart.
At first, Willowheart felt uneasy about it. What would Brownpaw think? But, she remembered herself that she had to have a mate, and to continue leaving.
"Yes," she told Creamyspots. "I would love to be your mate."