Sweetberry looked up at the starry sky. "Oh, StarClan," she murmured. "Please forgive me." She was walking back to the WindClan camp after a secret meeting with Ripplestrike, the cat she loved. Ripplestrike, who was so brave and handsome. Ripplestrike, who was. . . . . . RiverClan. It was a warm greenleaf night. A night when some cats had taken to sleeping out on the moor, making escape difficult. But she had done it. She would do anything to simply be with him. The two cats spent so much time together, despite their forbidden love. Sweetberry sighed. Prey was running well for all Clans, the days were long and warm, the everything was perfect. She should be enjoying it the way most cats were. But she could only think of Ripplestrike. She wished he could be here, beside her. The only times she felt truly happy.
For Mistyiscute.
