Pink streaks shot across the sky as the sun began to set. The gurgle of the river was the background to where Bluefur and Oakheart had met, like he had wanted her to.
Bluefur stood on Sunningrocks, waiting to spot the muscular brown tabby tom sliding through the river. The blue-furred warrior knew what he wanted to see her about, and as much as her heart wanted to, she knew she had to say no, to protect her Clan.
A splash ripped Bluefur from her daydream about her and Oakheart running away and starting a family, and she looked over to see him sliding onto the ThunderClan shore. She flinched as a droplet of water landed in her eye when he shook out his pelt.
Oakheart looked over at her. "I didn't know if you'd be here," he admitted, smiling. "I'm glad you are."
Bluefur remained quiet, and refused to meet his piercing green gaze.
"Bluefur? Is something wrong?"
The she-cat hesitated before shaking her head. "No, nothing's wrong."
"Well, I'm glad." Oakheart licked a paw, drawing it over his ear.
Obviously stalling the inevitable, Bluefur thought to herself. "Why did you ask me to meet you here, Oakheart?" she asked, going straight to the point, as she was known to do.
"I wanted to ask you if you'll meet me at Fourtrees tomorrow night."
Bluefur remained silent. This was it. If she told the RiverClan warrior yes, and showed up, she knew she'd never be able to say no, and they'd continue meeting. If she said no, she could focus on her Clan, and stop Thistleclaw from leading ThunderClan into a bloody future. "No, Oakheart. I won't. You're a RiverClan tom. And I'm a ThunderClan she-cat." Ignoring the deep hurt glimmering in his eyes, she shook her head. "Now I'm going back. I'll be coming by here later, and if you're still here, I will attack." Without waiting for his reply, she bounded off, disappearing into the trees. Tears ran down her cheeks as she came closer and closer to the camp entrance.
Oakheart watched her go, feeling as if she had taken his heart with her. With a single tear, he turned and slid back into the river, paddling for the opposite shore and disappearing into the reeds.