My name is Thrushpelt. Ever since Bluepaw caught that squirrel, I admired her. When she became the young warrior,Bluefur, I was overjoyed. I became a warrior a week before she was born, and now that we finally shared a den, I had hopes that we would become closer. When Pinestar took her to the Moonstone, i made her nest for her, hoping she'd appreciate it. But when she got back, all she did was murmur a few words to Snowfur and fall asleep.
Every day, she seemed to grow more defensive.When Snowfur died, killed on the Thunderpath, the only cat she seemed to care for was her nephew,Whitestorm.Thistleclaw
seemed to hate her, for whatever reason,and she was so wrapped up in hating him back she didn't pay any attention to me....
When dhe realized my feelings for her, she seemed to be trying to avoid me.Then she was haviong Riverclasn kits!