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Ivypool POV

The white tabby she-cat curled into her nest, shifting the moss and bracken that formed a round bed for her to sleep in. She sighed and tried to sleep, closing her eyes breathing deeply, but she was still wide awake when she felt Dovewing drop into her nest beside Ivypool's.

I need to think, she thought, opening her eyes and lifting her head. Her silver sister was fast asleep. Ivypool didn't think that Dovewing had really meant the apology. And how did apologizing work? They both liked the same tom, and she didn't know who that was to work out unless Tigerheart himself was drawn into the matter.

Tigerheart! Ivypool thought. Yes, I'm going to see Tigerheart.

She rose from her nest, a piece of moss hanging from her fur near her flank. She realized that she probably didn't look very attractive, with her fur sticking out at peculiar angles; she had a scruffy look from lack of grooming for the last few days.

I'll groom before I see him, she thought. She began to make her way through the den, winding around sleeping cats.

The den was more crowded than usual, with Blossomfall, Bumblestripe, Dovewing, Cherrypaw, Molepaw, herself, and the addition of the two new apprentices. A pang of jealousy pricked her as she wished for her own apprentice. She wouldn't feel so left out if Dovewing hadn't been chosen for an apprentice, instead of her. Ivypool had even mentored cats before in the Dark Forest. She had more experience.

But Bramblestar must've thought that Dovewing would make a better mentor, and Toadstep also hadn't had an apprentice yet, she reasoned, though the prodding thought didn't go leave her mind right away.

Ivypool padded out of the apprentice's den, cool moonshine bathing her. She slipped past the guarding Berrynose, in a chink in the thorn barrier that hadn't been repaired yet. She entered the forest, the leaves sending dappled shadows over her body.

Ivypool quickly made her way through the territory she knew so well. She had trained here as an apprentice, fought here as a warrior, laughed here, cried here, here in ThunderClan. Was she just going to betray all of that for Tigerheart?

But Ivypool let the worry, like all her others, drift to the back of her mind in the stream of thoughts that ran constantly through her mind, splashing onto the shore of her brain and often dampening her spirit. She ignored it to be collected later. Her mind was on Tigerheart, and for once, she didn't fight it.

Ivypool paused at the ShadowClan border, again thinking, Is Tigerheart really worth all my loyalty to ThunderClan? But then she reminded herself, I'm not giving myself to Tigerheart in entirety; my clan is still the one here among the oaks.

As soon as she stepped over the scent line, she caught a fresh whiff of ShadowClan. She spotted a night patrol consisting of Ratscar, Olivenose, Pinenose, and Shrewfoot heading north of her.

She thanked StarClan that they hadn't spotted her before she had spotted them, but cursed for the wind blowing behind her. She suddenly realized she had no way of contacting Tigerheart unless she went into the heart of enemy territory and searched for him. It was a mouse-brained idea all the way.

Ivypool racked her brain for another idea. She could always wait until the Gathering, but that wasn't for a while, and she didn't know if she would be able to stand it. She sat down to think for a moment.

Slam! Something heavier landed square on Ivypool's shoulders, knocking the air out of her and leaving her gasping for breath. She rolled over onto her back, but leaped up right away to keep from exposing her belly for too long. She scored her claws down the attacker's flank and darted quickly away, waiting for the enemy to show itself.

The cat turned to face her, and she found herself staring into the amber eyes of the reason for all of her troubles and worries.

"Tigerheart!" she exclaimed, eying the long scratch she had given him regretfully. He followed her gaze and shrugged.

"Oh, it's fine," he assured her casually, licking the wound delicately. "I couldn't pass off that chance to startle you. Clearly, I had you fooled," he crowed, grinning.

"And if you had been an enemy, you would be crow-food. I'm too quick for you!" Ivypool retorted flirtatiously, smirking. Tigerheart chuckled. Ivypool suddenly became aware that she hadn't groomed like she had though she would. he gave her rumple chest fur a self-conscious lick.

"So, what brings you to my humble realm, blossom?" he prompted. Ivypool relished in the way he used the pet name "blossom", but then stumbled to reply.

How was she supposed to explain it to him? Hello, Tigerheart. Dovewing and I are both in love with you, so if you could please just choose between us...?

"I-I wanted to talk to you," she began. Tigerheart's eyes lit up, and he flashed his pearly white fangs at her.

"Ivypool, I've wanted to talk to you for a while now, too. I... I can't stop thinking about you, but..." Tigerheart trailed off, staring into space.

Ivypool stared at him in shock. Does he feel the same way?

Tigerheart looked at her, and shook his head quickly. "I'm sorry, I'm-I'll just, uh... sorry. You can say what you wanted to say," he stuttered, not meeting her eyes. Ivypool felt her pelt go hot.

"Well, Tigerheart, I've wanted to talk to you... about the same thing. You've been on my mind lately, too," Ivypool told him, praying to StarClan that she was saying the right things.

Tigerheart looked at her wonderingly, and he edged nearer to her. "You were thinking about me?" he asked. Ivypool bit her lip, and shrank under his gaze.

"Wel... yes?" she admitted nervously, backing up, only to find her rear touching a tree. Tigerheart didn't say anything. He just slowly inched closer, until his muzzle nearly touched hers.

"Truly?" he questioned, almost accusingly, and Ivypool nodded, serenely and truthfully. She meant what she had said in full. Tigerheart's tail touched her cheek, and she almost flinched under his touch. He waited for Ivypool to move away, but she stood stock still, eyes consumed by only him.

"Truly, Tigerheart," she answered. Tigerheart didn't hesitate, he pushed his muzzle into the fur on her shoulder, and ran his tail along her body protectively and soothingly.

Ivypool wasn't sure how to react, to stand still, or return his gestures. But she ended up just letting out a purr, and letting it rumble on continuously, feeling her mind centering on something for the first time in a long time. And then, oh so suddenly and without warning, Tigerheart stepped back from her.

"I can't do this," he whispered, turning his back to her. Ivypool almost thought that she would cry out in anguish, but she clenched her teeth to keep it from escaping.

"But-" Ivypool protested, but he cut her off.

"I just can't, Ivypool. I tried to love Dovewing, I truly did... but... she broke my heart, and turned away. She said we couldn't be mates, because it wouldn't work out. I put all the effort I could into making sure that we would be able to meet safely, and I tried my hardest to please her, but she turned her back on me because it was just too hard," Tigerheart mewed, and turned to her, amber eyes burning into her pelt like fire. "I'm sorry, Ivypool, but I can't let that happen again."

Ivypool looked into his burning eyes, but she was just sure that they would melt under the amber glow. She took a slight step forward. "Tigerheart, I can be different. I can get past the hardship. I can-"

"You will for a little while. But eventually you'll realize that it would be so much easier just to abandon me, and love a tom in your own clan. Like that fox-heart tabby tom she was cuddling with after the battle! I would rip his throat out, if the code allowed it," he spat at the ground bitterly. Ivypool's muscles hardened as his words expressed lingering feelings for Dovewing.

"But, Tigerheart, I promise that I can be different! Don't compare me to my sister anymore! I not Dovewing!" she protested, her voice raising to a yowl. She was about to go on when voices sounded nearby.

The scent of more ShadowClan cats hit the air, and Ivypool ducked underneath a nearby hazel bush. Ratscar's patrol appeared, all looking around curiously.

"Who were you talking to just now, Tigerheart?" Ratscar questioned. Tigerheart shook his head and shrugged. "Oh nobody. Sometimes I talk to myself."

Shrewfoot and Olivenose sniggered, and Ratscar grinned. "Oh really? I thought you were on a patrol with Applefur? What happened?" he asked.

"We got back to camp early, and I came back out," Tigerheart covered smoothly.

He's a practiced liar, Ivypool thought, impressed.

Ratscar smirked. "Oh? Going on midnight walks to talk to yourself are we?" he asked tauntingly. Again Ivypool heard the two she-cat laughing haughtily. Tigerheart glared at him, and was about to answer when Pinenose stopped him.

"Wait! I smell ThunderClan," she reported. Ivypool tensed, but she couldn't move without giving herself away. Pinenose raised her nose to the air, and started following it. Tigerheart gestured in the direction of the lake.

"I think the scent goes that way!" he said. Pinenose growled at him.

"No, you mouse-brain! It goes this way," she snarled, heading in Ivypool's direction. Ivypool had to stiffle a gasp of horror. Her fear-scent would lead them straight to her!

Tigerheart looked around urgently for a way to distract the patrol. He swatted a pawful of mud at Pinenose, and it splattered into her face. She was close enough to Ivypool that some of the mud splattered her.

Pinenose growled at Tigerheart, and crouched to pounce on him.

"Gotcha, Pinenose!" Tigerheart said with a giggle, and took off away from Ivypool. Pinenose charged after him.

"I'll get you for that, you mouse-hearted piece of fox dung!" she shouted as she ran. Ratscar, Shrewfoot, and Olivenose bounded after her.

Ivypool slipped from underneath her hiding place, and looked around. In a few seconds, Tigerheart returned, laughing deeply in amusement.

"That dumb Pinenose! She is about as smart as a frog! But she had a good nose, unfortunately for us," he said, smiling. When he remembered the conversation that they had been having, his spirit dropped like a pebble down a cliff, and he once again said, "I'm sorry, Ivypool."

Ivypool stared into his handsome face sorrowfully, wishing with all her heart that she could convince that she wouldn't be like Dovewing. When he turned to leave, she called after him, "Wait, Tigerheart!"

Tigerheart turned to her, his face pleading her not to beg him again. "Please, Ivypool, don't-"

"Wait! Just, please, meet me at the border again! Please, Tigerheart! Just one more time, but if you still don't believe me, I-I won't bother you again," Ivypool vowed.

Tigerheart looked at her, and hesitated. Ivypool thought he was just going to remain silent until she left, but he finally mumbled, "Fine, Ivypool. I'll meet you once more, but only once."

Ivypool let out a sigh of relief, and smiled the brightest smile she could muster. Tigerheart grinned weakly back at her.

"Tigerheart!" they bother heard Pinenose screeching, and Ivypool grinned at him once more before turning and rushing away from him.

She passed the border quickly, mind at ease at being back on her territory. She walked quickly so that she wouldn't be missed. The slender moon was low as the tabby she-cat plowed trough ferns on the path to the ThunderClan camp. When she reached it, she decided to go through the dirtplace to cover up the scent. The very first ray of pale light peaked over the lake as she entered the dark stone hollow, and slipped into the apprentice's den.

Blossomfall was startled awake by her sudden entrance. "Ew, you smell, Ivypool. What are you doing up right now?" she asked. Ivypool was glad that she couldn't tell she had been in ShadowClan territory.

"I had to make dirt; sorry," she replied, smiling at her. Blossomfall yawned and closed her eyes. Ivypool lay down her nest gratefully, realizing now that she was barely able to keep her eyes open.

As she drifted to sleep quickly, she let out a sigh of contentment. Tigerheart is mine, she thought. Mine, Dovewing.