Leopardstar glared out over the Clan in anger. Why did nothing ever go the way she planned? Why did no one seem to understand what she was going through? When Crookedstar had died, Leopardfur had been so young. It hadn't meant to be. Why her? That didn't matter. Crookedstar had chosen her and she would live with it. For nine lives, now. She growled low in her throat. He had chosen wrong. He had chosen wrong and now his Clan was suffering for it. I wish I could take it all back she thought hatefully. I wish I could take back everything, from when Whiteclaw died to when I allowed Tigerstar to...