Tigerclaw walks across a cold hard spikes..his paws ache but he doesn’t stop. The spikes he treads are cold, lonely, and painful.

but none of that matters..he makes it to his destination..you. You were a kittypet..who had fallen inlove with tigerclaw..he visits you every day, but the spikes along the rock wall that your twolegs put up…he didn’t seem to ever mind them. He smiles seeing your gaze that always reminds him of love. He touch noses with you briefly…not minding the spikes digging into his paws