I stared at Sparkheart going into the nursery, Hawkfire behind her. Lucky.... I thought. But there is someone that I like. He is super strong, and very muscular. His name is Flamestrike. He's sorta like Fireheart, but darker. Many senior warriors look up to him. I remember playing with him in the nursery, pouncing on each other like little kits do. It was so much fun. His mom died of greencough after he was 3 moons old. He had no siblings, but me and him were like littermates. I had no littermates either, so we were purr-fect. I snapped back to reality when Hawkfire nudged me. "Why are you like that? Staring at Flamestrike?" She teased. "I'm not! I was just seeing what he was up to." I retorted. "No.... You are being..... moony." Hawkfire breathed. I blushed and ran away. Then I saw Hawkfire chasing me. She pounced on me. She held me down, and I couldn't escape. "Just tell me!" Hawkfire hissed. Then she gasped. "You.... and him.... YOU LIKE HIM?!?!?!?!?" She got up. "This is not the cousin I know." I looked at the floor as she turned tail and walked away.
~IF
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