Graystripe sighed and settled his head on his paws. How many times am I going to do this to myself? he wondered idly. The answer didn't come, but he knew that no matter what the answer would be, he wouldn't stop torturing himself. There's no way that they feel that way about me…No way that they ever would…

Graystripe flicked his tail to make it seem like he was merely dozing or staring into space, rather than watching the cat across the clearing with an avid fascination. If anycat saw whom he was watching, he knew it would all go down hill, and he wouldn't put the other through that.

So no, he wouldn't tell them. He wouldn't tell them how since the day he met them, they had stolen his heart. How he loved them so much that it hurt. How he knew that his feelings were forbidden, but he didn't care. How, if he didn't think that it would ruin the other cat's life, that he would yowl from Four Trees the feelings that lay in his heart.

However, this would not happen. He would be forced out of the clan, as would the cat whom he focused on now. Then, of course the object of his affections would hate him. They loved their clan -- not that Graystripe didn't, but, he believed true love towards another cat was more important than clan -- more than anything else. They would have to live like rogues and that would be the ultimate form of dishonor.

With another sigh, Graystripe got to his paws. He needed to get out, he needed to do something, get his mind off the fiery pelt that danced through his dreams so often. Graystripe spared a final glance at the cat, and then he was out of the camp, headed towards the forest.

No, he would never tell Fireheart how he felt, he wouldn't burden his best friend with that. He would just go on as he had since the moment he had met the tom that fateful night.

Now was not the time to dwell on that though. He had to feed his clan.