I can't think of anything…-sob-

LAST CHANCE

You may know me as Tawnypelt. Others may know me as Brambleclaw's sister. Maybe you think of me as that ShadowClan she-cat who was born and raised in ThunderClan. I am all three. No one really knows why I went to ShadowClan. Most cats think it's because I felt unwanted in ThunderClan. That is only partly true.

"Hi, Thornpaw," I mewed shyly as the handsome golden-brown tabby tom padded into the camp with a mouse and a sparrow in his jaws. "Did you catch those?"

Thornpaw nodded and kept on walking. I followed him. "Do you want to share something?"

He shook his head. "No thanks, Tawnypaw. I ate before I went hunting. Maybe some other time." I was left in despair, but the last sentence gave me a spark of hope.

The next time we spoke, it was a stormy morning. I yawned and turned to him. "I was supposed to go training with Brackenfur today, but I guess not."

Thornpaw twitched his whiskers. "I was supposed to train with Mousefur too." We both chuckled, and it felt nice. I wanted to curl up next to him, but I knew that'd be awkward.

"Thornpaw…" I padded into the apprentices' den one day. It was empty, except for him. "I…I know you don't know me that much, but…I really, really like you."

Thornpaw looked surprised. "T-Tawnypaw, I…I don't know what to say…"

I grimaced. He hated me. I knew it.

"I…I'm sorry, but…I don't like you like that," he finished. "We're friends, but we can never be more than that. I'm sorry."

I felt anger course through me, and leapt onto him. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I pinned him down against his nest. "Tawnypaw!" he hissed. "What're you doing?"

Teardrops dripped from my face. I gave a whimper and fled out of the den, only to crash into Brackenfur. "Tawnypaw! What's wrong?"

I shook my head and blinked my tears away. "N-nothing…are we going out training?"

"We will later, but I want you to get the elders more moss."

I nodded and hurried into the elders' den.

You know the story from there.

But before I left, I visited Thornpaw once more.

"This is your last chance, Thornpaw," I meowed to him, trying to keep my voice steady. "Are you sure you don't like me?"

"I do as a friend, Tawnypaw…" he protested.

I nodded. "I understand. Well, farewell." I turned and padded out of the den, and into the forest, where raindrops began to splatter onto my fur.

That was his last chance.

And he blew it.

His last chance.

Once again, some serious crap I wrote here.

xx-Starfall-xx