Scarheart, Squirrelflight, and Brackenfur had just returned back to camp with 3 mice and a squirrel. They dropped their catch in the fresh-kill pile, and Squirrelflight took a mouse to her mate, Brambleclaw. They shared their meal, and afterwords they shared tounges and fell asleep side by side in the moonlight. Scarheart felt his heart ache at the sight of them. He loved Squirrelflight, but there was no way she would ever love him. Brambleclaw was so big and muscular and powerful. He didn't have a chance to win her heart. Sadly, he went to his nest in the warrior's den. The next morning, he was awakened by Butterflywing, his best friend. "Wake up, sleepyhead!" she purred. "We're going on the dawn patrol together!" And as she bounded out of the warrior's den, he realized how beautiful she was.... No! he thought. I can't think things like that! We're just friends! But the thought went away immediatly as she came back, bringing her sweet scent with her. "Are you coming or not?" "Wha- Oh yeah. Coming." He crawled out into the clearing. He glanced at Butterflywing. She was so lovely, the way the early morning sun danced off her pelt. That's it, he thought. I can't ignore my feelings anymore. I might as well tell her. I'm never going to have any luck with Squirrelflight. But before he could approach her and ask for a moment alone, the patrol was leaving. He raced out into the forest, thinking of a plan to get him and Butterflywing alone together...