This is a story of the white she-cat who was a happy she-cat. Her name is Whitewing. She is the daughter of Cloudtail and Brightheart, and she is also the kin of Firestar, the leader of ThunderClan. She went on a patrol with her Clanmates. She brought a prey here and bring it to her Clan. When she came back, she saw the pale gray tom was sobbing in front of her. She had never see him so sad before.

What's wrong with Ashfur, she thought, staring at him as she started to get worried. Why is he crying about?

She stepped forward and poked his shoulder. "Ashfur?" she meowed, still poking him. "Are you okay?"

He didn't reply, still sobbing.

Whitewing continued to poke his shoulder. "Ashfur, if you are feeling depress," she replied. "Talk to me."

Ashfur stopped crying, he turned around and see the look of his pale face. "Well.... It's Squirrelflight.... sh-she rejected me..... She choose Brambleclaw over me...." He started to cry again, covered his face away from her.

Whitewing felt bad for a cat who was being rejected by Squirrelflight, her friend. Squirrelflight and I were friends for a while, but we haven't talk. She started to lick his forehead. "It's okay, Ashfur," she gave him a smile. "If you had a problem, tell me. Maybe we should hand out, somtimes?"

Ashfur looked at her, giving her a sad smile as he was nodding his head. Whitewing smiled back. Then we were staying close together and became friends.

Sorry with that short, that's because I had school stuff to do.