1
It’s the half-moon today. The WindClan medicine cat, Barkface, has already set out to go to the Moonpool, to meet the other medicine cats.  I hope he comes home with good news for Tallstar. I heard Breezepaw talking with Heatherpaw . He said to her that he thought Barkface shouldn’t be wasting his time and energy walking to the Moonpool and back. He said he didn’t see the point in sharing toughes with StarClan; if StarClan ever needed to talk with Brakface, they could just go in his dreams, anyway. Breezepaw is my own kit, but, unfortunately  ,  he is no kit to be proud of. He is always bossing everyone around, never listening to orders, and he’s not even a warrior yet!
But that’s not the worst part of my life. The worst part is my mate, Crowfeather, doesn’t even really love me.  He loved Leafpool, the ThunderClan medicine cat. But they aren’t aloud to be together. First of all, Leafpool is a medicine cat , and medicine cats aren’t aloud to have mates or fall in love. Then there’s the fact that she’s in a different Clan, and it’s agents the warrior code to fall in love with cats from other Clans. But no matter what, I know as well as anyone that Crowfeather still loves her, no matter what. Once, Crowfeather and Leafpool had run away together,  and when they had finally decided to come back, they went back to their own Clans, though they never stopped loving each other. No cat in WindClan trusted Crowfeather , after running away with a ThunderClan cat, that was. But,of course, I couldn’t blame them. I didn’t trust Crowfeather myself.   Finally, he gained WindClan’s trust back by becoming mates with me. This makes me feel used, and unimportant.  
Sincerely,
Nightcloud.
2
I know for a fact that even if Leafpool didn’t exist, there would still be one cat Crowfeather loved more than me: Feathertail.
Feathertail was Crowfeather’s first love. She was a pretty she-cat from RiverClan, but died from fighting a bloody, battle-hungry cat, who’s name I can’t remember at the moment.
I am quite proud to be Crowfeather’s mate, actually. He’s a powerful, lena, loyal warriors. I’m surprised he’s not deputy yet. And even though I know Crowfeather doesn’t love me, I certainly love him. Ever sense we became mates, he has been my life. I hardly had any friends in WindClan; and I’m not very popular for that matter.  So I am very, very lonely in WindClan, so I follow Crowfeather everywhere now. When he goes hunting, I go hunting. When he goes to sleep, I go to sleep. And its’ quite wonderful sleeping with Crowfeather. When I get to sleep next to him, I usually put my nose in his fur, which smells like rabbits and wind and the stars and night. The best part is that you can hear his heartbeat when you lean on his chest. When I didn’t get to sleep with him, I cried myself to sleep, feeling lonely and unloved.
                                                                Love,
                                                                           Nightcloud.
3
Today was about the worst day of my life. Not because I missed the mouse I was trying to get, not because my kit, Breezepaw, did the most stupidest thing a cat could possibly do. It was because Crowfeather did the most hurtful thing he could possibly do to me today.
I was just paddling out of my den, after a good nap, when suddenly I saw Crowfeather sitting in a small clearing, writing something in the dirt with his claws. When he as finally done writing what he was writing, he sighed and looked down at his creation. He kept staring at it until Tallstar called him over for something. He nodded and paddled over. I walked over to where he had been, and looked down at what he had written, only to immedently  regret everything.
Written in the dirt was a warrior’s name. A name I hated. It was kind of hard to read, but right there in the dirt was written the word “Leafpool ”.
Don’t get me wrong, sometimes I think my life is great. I’m a powerful, great warrior. Every now and then I make a great catch, and some warrior would compliment me. It’s just this whole my-mate-doesn’t-really-love-me thing. When I was very, very young, I hoped to have a mate that would love me more than it’s Clan, more than loyalty and more than life itself. So much for that. But really, I can’t stand this anymore.
I’m going to have to make Crowfeather love me, somehow…
                                                                   From,
                                                                      Nightcloud.
4
Some ThunderClan cats came to our camp today,  Hollypaw and Squirrelflight, I think, and some others I can’t name.  I don’t really know, but it doesn’t really matter. What does matter is that they asked Crowfeather to some with them on some crazy journey.  I was hoping he would say no, but he didn’t. He said he would come with them. This makes me very sad. Because like I said before, Crowfeather was now my life.
I’m just happy Leafpool isn’t going with them; I don’t think I could stand them going on yet another journey together, growing more and more in love with each other…
To be honest, I never thought I would end up with Crowfeather as my mate, because I have always had a crush on another cat.
Tallstar.
I know it seems kind of werid, but it’s true. But I knew Tallstar would never notice me, not when he was Clan leader, and I was just some warrior.
Leafpool is everything I’m not.
                                                         Love,
                                                       Nightcloud.