Ghost frowned at her dark thoughts, which grew even more twisted. She would never understand the treasured joy of motherhood, or even the fiery pleasures of romance. Although, she could easily watch kits vomit their insides out, mingled with the crushed deathberries, or force a tom to vow undying love under the spell of an herbal concoction. The misty cat scurried from the room, away from the warmth and happiness. She returned to her vibrant kitchen, only to retreat under a cabinet and sulk in its dark, cool depths.