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"Look Ashfur." Squirrelflight's voice told me that she was trying hard to keep her temper. "I really care about you as a friend, but I don't want more than that."

"But I love you!" I protested. More hesitantly, I added, "We'd be great together, Squirrelflight, I know we would." Desperation gripped me, as I realized that I was loosing her affection.

"I'm sorry," Squirrelflight went on. "I never meant to hurt you, but Brambleclaw-well, I think StarClan has destined us to be together."

"I don't know how you can say that!" I yowled angrily with a hint of a snarl in my voice. "You said yourself that it's impossible to trust a cat with Brambleclaw's heritage. He's a great cat, I know, but he's still Tigerstar's son."

"I'll judge Brambleclaw by his own actions," she retorted hotly. "Not by something other cats did long before I was even born."

"I'm only thinking of you, Squirrelflight," I meowed softly. "I can remember Tigerstar. His paws were red with blood of innocent cats. You know he murdered my mother to lure a pack of dogs into our camp?"

"I know, and I'm so sorry," Squirrelflight meowed so softly that she was barely audible. I snorted, she didn't really care; no one did. "But that doesn't mean Brambleclaw will turn out like his father."

"And how do you know?!" I yowled as loud as I could. Prey ran into their holes in the ground; frightened. Squirrelflight turned without saying anything.

"I'm sorry, Ashfur, but that's my final decision." she turned and padded back into camp.

I narrowed my eyes. A cat like Brambleclaw couldn't be trusted. And I would not let Squirrelflight be happy with him. I padded deeper into the forest, lost in thought. Something had to be done; something to get rid of Brambleclaw. And that's when I figured out that the only way to get around this problem was to either:

A) Break them up, or B) Kill Brambleclaw.