Honeyberry sighed a little as she wondered around. She needed time to think to herself. She was failing as a clan cat. At least, that’s how she felt. She couldn’t hunt. She tried and all she got was a face full of snow. Even her fighting skills were lacking. If it wasn’t for Timberpelt, she would have left the clan long ago. She was tired of hearing all the snickers, others calling her a “kittypet.” She was just tired of everything. She hopped up on a fallen tree that was hanging over the frozen river. She dusted the snow off with her paws and then laid across it. She looked down into the frozen river, looking at her reflection. “What am I doing?” she said quietly to her reflection.