STARLINGPAW

Starlingpaw walked to the ShadowClan camp, carrying a fat frog in his mouth. He had been praised by his mentor, and on a normal day, he would've been thrilled, for it was one step closer to becoming a warrior. But now, his feelings were occupied with a silvery apprentice with eyes like the great blue lake.

Starlingpaw was put in charge of guarding Ivypaw earlier that day. He could sense Ivypaw's anger and frustration, which made Starlingpaw feel bad, even if Littlecloud really needed that catmint. Then she never cowered or seemed afraid, even when she was in a terrible position. And the way she retorted to him, as he told her to leave the mischevious kits alone.

And the way that she showed such beautiful perfection and grace as she defeated him at the battle just before then; ThunderClan was a bunch of fox-hearts, that's for sure. But not Ivypaw. Starlingpaw would've liked to defeat her, but just the expertise of her fighting moves intrigued him. Starlingpaw knew it then deep inside, and he knew it now for sure.

He was in love with Ivypaw.


A/N: Sorry it's so short, so I included chapter 3 too.