Amberpaw watched the newly appointed warriors love. She liked it when there were bright heart sparks in the air. So the she-cat stayed crouched and watched them, thinking about who would be her first crush. So far, she didn't have any connections with anyone, but she was only 6 moons, a new apprentice. A surely too young cat. Since Nightkit died, she had always felt insecure and useless. Slumping with a sigh, she began to see all the mates. Featherleaf with Oakstar at the nursery. Purpleflower and Snowpelt. Roseclaw in the medicine cat's den, staring at Mudpelt. And all their kits playing. "Why does nobody seem to purr with me? Why does nobody lick my cheek as a congratulations? Not even a tail twine. I haven't seen any affection. From no cat, no." the apprentice mumbled to herself, silently crying in paws.
(Could Oneclaw and Littlewing notice her?)
(EDIT: OMG I SHIP LITTLECLAW AND ONEWING SO MUCH NOWWWWW)








