Bluestar
So RiverClan has been scented again. What does Oakheart want to tell me so bad? Bluestar padded near the lake shore. She didn't know why, but ever since she had first seen it, the lake had always been soothing. The way the waves lapped at the shore, washing the sand clean. The occasional splash of a fish. The waterbirds that swooped overhead, searching endlessly for a meal. This had been where she had first met Oakheart.
She shook her head to clear away her thoughts. Oakheart was in the past. I wish I had never met him. Then I wouldn't have had to say goodbye. Anger briefly flashed through her. Maybe Brokenstar was right. Maybe the Clans needed to be united. Then it would be cats that mattered, not some stupid code. But as quickly as it had come, the anger evaporated. The Warrior Code was there for a reason. Without it, they would be no better then four groups of rogues, each fighting for themselves.
A movement to her right caught her attention, and Bluestar glanced over across the lake shore. Graystripe had just stepped out of the woodline. Bluestar felt a thrill of pride at the sight of the strong warrior. RiverClan wouldn't stand a chance if they wanted to invade. Then she saw a ripple in the water, and a silver striped head broke the surface of the water. Bluestar prepared to spring. RiverClan! She saw Graystripe bounding towards the silver she cat that emerged from the water. Then to her surprise, he licked the RiverClan cat affectionately on the top of the head. WHAT?! She watched in a mixture of surprise and horror as the two cats bounded along the shore together. It was no mistaking it. Graystripe had broken the Code. Bluestar quietly slipped into the trees. She was sure that the two hadn't spotted her. This had to be stopped before any more damage could be caused. Then something stopped her. She glanced back through the branches at the happy couple. That's how I felt with Oakheart. I was like that once. Suddenly she knew that she couldn't stop them. She was just as guilty as either of them was, it wouldn't be right. And maybe there was something more than that that stopped her.
She turned away and padded through the trees. So now she knew what was causing the alarm. It wasn't Oakheart after all. It was this she cat. She felt a pang of pity for them. She knew how this would end, and it wouldn't be happily ever after. Maybe they'll stop before it becomes too painful. Despite herself, she hoped that maybe StarClan would give those two cats a second chance. Before it was too late.