Lark sniffed around at the Riverclan border, hoping to find some scent of Blackblood. Looking up, she saw him, and another pretty Riverclan she-cat. Squinting her eyes to see him from the other side of the river, she was sickened at his happy, content, and admiring expression he had on his face as he looked at her. Her stomach did a flip-flop like the fish he had caught. Tears streaked down her face as she turned away, a snarl on her face, hackles raised. She felt betrayed. It was very disturbing to see such a happy, lighthearted cat so heartbroken. Lark sprinted into camp and curled into a tight ball in her nest. Tucking her nose under her tail-tip, she shut her eyes and willed herself to sleep. She would be waiting in the dark forest when Blackblood arrived in his dreams. She would go up there and kill Fangheart herself if that meant Blackblood would come home to Thunderclan instead of hiding away in Riverclan. She would do anything, if it meant he would come home, to her.
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