Ch.5 Out hunting yet again

(Squirrelflight's p.o.v)

Squirrelflight purred at her victory in catching her big, juicy rabbit.

"Great catch, Squirrelflight!" Ashfur cheered her on. "It looks YUMMY!"

Squirrelflight twitched her tail to show she heard him, for her mouth was full of the rabbit.

Squirrelflight looked down, thought swirling in her head like a whirlwind. Brambleclaw was upset with her, and she knew exactly why. He had most definitely overheard what she said about him, and it upset her in a weird way. She felt like she was a cup half full, yet also half empty. Yes, half of it was Ashfur who she loved dearly, but then there was Brambleclaw. I know I love him, I really do, and he....he- he seems to care for me, but just not enough! Recently we lost Graystripe on the Great Journey and he was deputy. Firestar has a burning flame of hope, and has confirmed that he believes that his old friend was still alive. He wouldn't give up hope and waits for the day his dear friend returns although most of the clan doubts that he's still alive.

When Firestar said those words, there was a hinting gleam of annoyance in Brambleclaw's eyes, and the next day we went on hunting patrol with a few other cats and all of a sudden he's a big bossy fur-ball. He's sweet around me but I just haven't communicated with him lately, and I don't really want to be around someone who is willing to be bossy and mean, rude and selfish just for the power of deputy. I really hope he changes soon - you know what? I will just talk to him and see why he's do determined to be deputy rather that to be with me.

I walked back to the camp with the squirrel and mouse in my jaws and dropped it into the fresh-kill pile, realizing that my stomach was growling like a monster. I gobbled up a mouse and went to the warriors den.

Tomorrow I'll talk to Brambleclaw, I thought. With that, I curled up in my nest and crashed off into deep sleep, the mouse dangling in my paws uneaten.