"So are you going to tell me what's wrong?," Littlepaw said nudging Mistpaw. He looked at her lovingly with his blue eyes twinkling, "Or am i going to have to chase you down until you spill it." Mistpaw sighed, "FIne, I'll tell you..." She had decided that she would try being a warrior, even with everything so hectic in her life one thing was for sure- She couldn't be a warrior.. She had told Tawnyspots her desicion this morning. "I think Tawnyspots intentionally left Starlingcry to die because she doesn't want an apprentice and without kits she wouldn't have to have one," She finished gasping. Littlepaw stared back at her shocked, "Why would she not want an apprentice," Littlepaw said finally. "I don't know," Mistpaw admitted, feeling a little defeated. "What are you going to do," Littlepaw asked, disbelief still heard in his mew. "I'm- I'm going to become the Caveclan Medicine cat apprentice," she said her mew shaking. "What!," screeched Littlepaw, his head bent in anger. "I have to," she reasoned. "You don't have to! You're supposed to be my mate, and we were supposed to have beautiful kits together, now that'll never happen," he wailed. "I'm sorry.." Mistpelt mewed sadly padding off.