Note: I don't own Warriors

I don't get why Shadowheart never notices me. He notices other she-cats, but what about me, Quietsoul? Other she-cats brag that he went hunting with them, why can't I have that chance? Shadowheart is the only meaning to live for me, why can't he see? He passes me as if I were only thin air. I always try to talk to him, but who is always there? She-cats. Selfish, stupid, she-cats. Always chasing after toms in the clan, WillowClan, then leaving them heartbroken.

"Shadowheart," I mew in vain. Never does he respond to my call to him. The big, powerful, strong tom heading towards the fresh-kill pile surrounded by she-cats is too much for me to bear. I start running towards the gray and black tom. The patter of my footsteps vibrates in my ears as I sprint toward the dream of my life.

"Wait, Shadowheart!" I hear myself screaming for him to halt. Some cats snicker behind me. I whip my head around and I see my arch-enemy, Grasstail, with her bratty group of she-cats called The Patrol. The Patrol is made up of three cats including Mossfeather, Almondleaf, and Snowcloud.

"Shadowheart!" Almondleaf imitates me. More laughs follow. From the twitch of Grasstail's ear, The Patrol surrounds me.

"Back off Foxdung," Snowcloud sneers. Wicked grins spread across their faces.

"Shadowheart is mine!" hisses Grasstail. I struggle as The Patrol carries me to the dirt place. After dumping me on a muddy spot and pushing me around in it, they walk confidently back to camp. I fret that Grasstail will take advantage of my absence so I hurry on cleaning myself. The stink fills up my nostrils and I gag, thinking how to get even with Grasstail.

The trees speed by and I reach the camp safe. I follow Grasstail's scent and retrace my steps back outside. Her scent mixed with Shadowheart's sweet scent unmistakably lead to my favorite young birch tree. The tree stands next to a clearing and never grows any taller.

"Shadowheart, you look great today," I hear Grasstail coo. The Patrol giggle and surround Shadowheart and Grasstail, enclosing them in. Shadowheart, ignorant as can be, jumps on Grasstail, and nuzzles her. Before long, everyone gets tired and fall asleep.

I simple cannot control myself. I rush up to him and lick his well-groomed fur. Enchanted, I close my eyes just for a few moments...

"Uglyface, what are you doing here?" Grasstail snarls at my sleeping form. A sharp sting of pain runs through my body.

"Fatsoul, how do you like that?" smirks Snowcloud. "I put some prettier designs on your body."

I curl up in pain as the "designs" get deeper. I quickly limp out of the clearing to get rid of The Patrol. My unbalanced walk let the horrid cats catch up to me.

"How about giving our little kitten a trip back to camp with us?" Mossfeather mews with a glint of amusement in her eyes. Soon, The Patrol carries me back to the camp in the medicine cat's den.

"You poor thing!" Silvernose gushes, coming out of her den. "How were you hurt?"

"Quietsoul here, got into a fight with Snowcloud for absolutely no reason. Being the better fighter, Snowcloud accidentally clawed Quietsoul." lies Alomondleaf with a straight face.

"Don't be-" I manage to say.

"Quietsoul just wants to say that she doesn't want Snowcloud to take the blame," cut in Mossfeather. When I try to speak again, Mossfeather gives me a glare so I clamp my jaw shut.

"Since we don't want Quietsoul to get hurt again, we'll take turns watching her if you don't mind," mews Grasstail. I grit my teeth in annoyance and wait for Silvernose's answer.

"Of course I don't mind," Silvernose smiles gaily. "I'm glad to have company." Satisfied with her answer, Snowcloud, Almondleaf, and Mossfeather trudge back to the warrior's den.

Hmm... Rewiew! I need constructive criticism badly. P