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 control my Clan! I with I could have done a better job for Crookedstar... It didn't matter now. What's done is done. But no one seemed to understand. It was her who was facing the consequences, not them. They thought they were, because they were in poverty. But they didn't know what it felt like to know that it was all her fault. They didn't carry that guilt. She whimpered somewhere in her head. I really wasn't meant for this job. It didn't matter now. It would all be over sooner of later. She could only hope that her last choice as a leader wasn't her worst yet. She hoped that the leader following her wasn't as weak as she, and could hold out longer than she had. She hoped Mistyfoot chooses a good deputy. Reedwhisker would be a wise choice, Mistyfoot. Don't let me down, please! She commanded herself to stop thinking like that. Mistyfoot--even being halfClan--had never let her down. It was she who had let Mistyfoot down. And I'll make it right even if it's the last thing I do...