[Brooklyn Trees]

@Lonestar23

Trust. What a strange and vastly unusual concept. Such a strong a vital thing, nothing can truly exist between to creatures without it. It can be strong, made of storms and fire, seemingly unbreakable, but all it takes is a sudden motion – a gust of wind, a falling leaf, a drop of rain – to shatter its existence like a reflection in a shallow pool.
How feeble minded are those who thought that they could trust another, or perhaps how weak minded of those who knew they couldn't.
These were the queer and heated thoughts that puddles in Moonpaw's mind as she stood there, in the territory, with a tom who she didn't really know if she could trust any more.

She wanted to trust him again, it just didn't quite seem feasible. Not with everything that was going on.
Moonpaw turned her pale grey eyes towards the hills here. Cool and calm, the grass of the fields moving subtly in the wind.
Not long ago she had sat on one of these hills with Couragepaw. Everything had seemed right then.
Or... Had it? She couldn't remember what she felt about that. Her memories were drowned in the passage of time. It had been awkward of course, but at the same time she had yet to lose him.
To so foolishly lose him.

The cream coloured she-cat turned her eyes to him now, swiftly, before they snapped away to study the lining of grass beneath her paws.
What if he hadn't lied at all?
If that was the case then her own stupidity had driven her from him. He could love her and she could be breaking their bonds with no reason.
Behind her solemn bitterness and her confusion she could feel the beginnings of a guilt that she had not intended to exist begin to rise.
What if there was no lie to begin with?