“Sometimes, when she was still alive... I used to wonder if she'd stopped loving me. ...I thought I'd done something wrong. I thought, if I could have just been better or more like the warrior she wanted me to be, then she wouldn't have changed like she did. She wouldn't have become..." It was too hard to say. She felt Nightheart pessing against her and was grateful for his warmth.
"You didn't do anything wrong," Mothwing told her firmly.
Sunbeam steadied her breath. "Thank you for telling me." She gazed back gratefully at Mothwing. "It helps, knowing she thought of me."
She wondered if that was true. Everything that had happened with Berryheart still seemed like a bad dream. But it wasn't my fault. Sunbeam lifted her chin and tried to blink away her sadness. I can be sure of that now, can't I?”