Loneliness

The air was cold in the Riverclan camp, and snowflakes fell to the ground, covering it with white. It seemed to be too cold to be out without hunting or patrolling, but a Silverpaw sat near the front of the camp. She stared in the direction of Shadowclan territory, flexing her claws. She wanted to protect her clan, her clanmates, her mentor... Silverpaw's eyes clouded. Gingerheart is like a mother to me... She thought to herself.