What if Cloudtail's and Brightheart's love was forbidden?

I yawn, stretching my aching muscles. My bed of moss never looks more inviting than it does when I'm not meant to be in it. Back in Thunderclan, I always used to bag the sleeping spots with the most moss, and nobody used to notice. Everyone was too concerned with getting a spot closer to the center, with the senior warriors.

"Morning, Brambleclaw." I mewed off-handedly, my vision blurry.