Trixieheart padded through the field, weaving her way through its tall grass. Her usually laid back, pretty, playful expression was now replaced by an unusually grim one. As Trixieheart reached the water's edge, she looked down at her reflection, which was now tinted golden because of the setting sun's effect on the calm water's surface.She was a rather attractive she-cat, with lucious tortoiseshell fur, and bright,twinkling, leaf green eyes. But the young she-cat appriciated nothing of this in her current mood.

Trixieheart gave a small sigh,her eyes narrowing. Her claws unsheathed silently, digging into the ground as if searching for support there as her body swayed, instinctively following the motion of the wind which ruffled her tortoiseshell fur gently.If cats could cry, perhaps Trixieheart would have. Perhaps not, however.She was a strong cat, and didn't like to let her feelings show.But now that the others weren't around, her eyes, at least, let it all show.

Hatred and pain showed there.What the ...what had been wrong with that IceClan tom?He had been insane...but in Trixieheart's book, this was no excuse for massecre. Her mother had always told her not to take revenge.That it was neverthe answer.But now, could Trixieheart even honor that memory?Ever since that day, everything had been falling apart.Toppling over.Including her.