With a startled look, Mapledawn darted her eyes back and forth from Bumblestar to Crowpaw-- No-- Thrushkit. Never would she have expected to witness this huge...
Event unfold when it was supposed to be a very honourable moment.
Behind her, Firepaw winced and nervously eyed Bluepaw. She felt sympathy for the scarred molly. It wasn't a pleasant experience, to be mauled nearly to death by a cat only to have one of your closest friends--or family-- leave you for the monsters who'd done it. Her own scars had been made by her own father, purely because she resembled a killer. A cold-blooded murderer. Sighing, she shot a look at Crowpaw, who was now Thrushkit instead of Crowsong like he wanted, a look of distaste and disappointment in her eyes.