Brackenpaw's POV
@(what did you change your name to?)

Brackenpaw's gaze followed Swallowpaw as she was led out of camp. He did feel more than hurt. He despised Newttooth. Every bone his body despised him, everybody liked Newttooth because of his looks, and now he's her mentor? Oh how it made him furious inside. The love of his life, which he'd come to realise that it was true he did have in fact a crush on her, being taught by him of all cats. Beestripe seemed to notice his frustration. "What's wrong, Brackenpaw?" She asked her yellow and black tail flicking back and forth. "I don't like what mentor they chose for Swallowpaw," he growled in reply baring his teeth,"why him?" Beestripe didn't press him farther but asked,"Why Swallowpaw's exactly?" Brackenpaw felt his face start to burn. "Because he is the clan heartthrob!" Beestripe then asked,"And why is that a bad thing? For Swallowpaw I mean." Brackenpaw felt the blush arriving. "Because.... Because...." It happened. "Reasons..." Beestripe grew a smile on her face, but it wasn't sly like his sisters'. "Oh I understand...." She said calmly it wasn't a teasing tone like his siblings'. "It must be tough having a certain someone being mentored by a heartthrob, but I know Swallowpaw. She won't fall for him easily, trust me." This was why Brackenpaw adored her as a mentor, she always seemed to know what to say. What she said lifted his spirits. He raced out into the forest and searched for the one he despised to ask him something. It took awhile but Brackenpaw finally found Newttooth. "Um Newttooth?" Brackenpaw asked. The brown tom looked at him. "Yes Brackenpaw?" Brackenpaw looked at him steadily in the eyes. "Can I watch a hunting training session of Swallowpaw's?" The warrior immediately seemed to understand. "I'll have to ask the leader, but I'll see what I can do." A voice sounded from behind Newttooth. "Who's that?" It said and the voice revealed itself to be Swallowpaw. Brackenpaw could not hold a blush down and blushed bright pink. "Huh?" She said. Newttooth turned to his apprentice. "You'll understand in due time," Newttooth replied giving a knowing shake of his head in Brackenpaw's direction. Brackenpaw thought he imagined Swallowpaw's eyes gleaming (I'm changing the way Swallowpaw developed a crush on Brackenpaw). Swallowpaw beckoned to him to follow them back to camp. "So how did you like the territory?" Brackenpaw asked casually. "It's nice, but a bit large," she replied. "I know but you probably get used to it," he said. "Or its just my short legs," she laughed. "I don't think you have short legs," he replied not laughing but smiling. "Oh... Thank you," Swallowpaw said looking sheepish. She looked to the ground for the rest of the trip back.  Brackenpaw wondered why she was doing that, she wasn't sad, she had pure joy in her eyes. Then she said something that made Brackenpaw's heart race,"I'm glad we're friends."