Post by Moonstar on Aug 25, 2007 20:16:59 GMT -5
Not that good, but I tried.
Two tails entwined, one gray, the other dappled gold. No one noticed that, so everyone thought it was simply two friends sharing tongues. Oh, but they were way more than friends. It was the RiverClan warrior Stormfur and the medicine cat Mothwing. And they were in love.
Stormfur usually had trouble making friends, but he and Mothwing had some things in common. Both were judged for their heritage; Stormfur was half-ThunderClan, Mothwing was born a rogue. They shared everything with each other; Mothwing even told Stormfur about the fake moth wing‘s sign. But that didn’t matter to him. Mothwing hadn’t done it. Hawkfrost had. Mothwing would not be judged because of something her brother did. Stormfur occasionally got herbs for her, and always stuck up for her whenever her heritage came up. He also tried to get her to believe in StarClan, and there were times where he was positive, if only just for a few minutes, she believed the warrior ancestors existed. Stormfur longed for nothing more than for her to be a warrior again, so the two could express their love openly. But they had to try to make it look like friendship. Still, never before had Mothwing and Stormfur felt so happy.
“Don’t worry, Stormfur. When I get an apprentice and it becomes a proper medicine cat, I’ll step down and we can have kits.” Mothwing mewed one night. Stormfur licked her ear softly, delight shining in his amber eyes. Their eyes locked. All the love in the world seemed to be trapped in the blue and amber gaze.
“But, Mothwing are you sure?” Stormfur asked hesitantly. Mothwing licked him between the ears gently, and meowed,
“You mean more to me than my duties.” She purred.
“You do to. I’d fight Star…all four Clans for you.” He mewed, catching himself and not wanting to make Mothwing uncomfortable by using the word StarClan so openly. She smiled happily at his sensitivity.
“It’s alright, Stormfur. I…I think I might be beginning to believe in them.” The dappled golden she-cat meowed. “I love you, Stormfur.” She added suddenly.
“I know. And I love you too.” The dark gray tom replied.
“Love? Oh dear, oh dear, you two. That’s against the rules.” A new voice growled smugly.
“Hawkfrost!” Mothwing and Stormfur hissed at the same time. The dark brown tabby stepped into the moonlight, looking at the two lovers with a triumphant look.
“Well, well. The HalfClan cat who ‘left to go on a journey for StarClan’, in other words, deserted, and the medicine cat whose mentor received the fake sign.” Hawkfrost snarled. “Leopardstar would love to hear this! And about the sign…”
“That would get you in trouble too, Hawkfrost!” Stormfur spat.
“It wouldn’t get my sister out of it. And I know you hold her so dear.” Hawkfrost replied coolly. “Imagine the two of you as rogues. Sure you’d be together, but imagine Mothwing, growing thin and starving slowly to death…” The dark tabby growled. “And Mothwing, imagine Stormfur being ripped apart by other cats, dogs, or whatever as he struggled to fight for you, and there’s no one else to help him…”
“Stop!” They both yowled again. The two stared at Mothwing’s brother pleadingly.
“Hawkfrost, don’t get Mothwing in trouble. I’ll do anything!” Stormfur pleaded.
“Anything?”
“Anything.” Hawkfrost thrust his muzzle so close it was almost touching Stormfur’s.
“Leave. Go with the foolish Tribe or whatever. Just stay…away…from…RiverClan.” Hawkfrost growled. Stormfur looked at him with horrified shock, then nodded.
“Stormfur, please don’t…” Mothwing mewed weakly.
“I’m sorry, but I won’t see you exiled. I’ll love you forever, and nothing can keep us apart! Not StarClan, not the warrior code, not Hawkfrost! I will see you again!”
The next day Stormfur stayed with the Tribe, claiming to love Brook. But even though they were far apart, Stormfur and Mothwing still felt intense love for each other.
Two tails entwined, one gray, the other dappled gold. No one noticed that, so everyone thought it was simply two friends sharing tongues. Oh, but they were way more than friends. It was the RiverClan warrior Stormfur and the medicine cat Mothwing. And they were in love.
Stormfur usually had trouble making friends, but he and Mothwing had some things in common. Both were judged for their heritage; Stormfur was half-ThunderClan, Mothwing was born a rogue. They shared everything with each other; Mothwing even told Stormfur about the fake moth wing‘s sign. But that didn’t matter to him. Mothwing hadn’t done it. Hawkfrost had. Mothwing would not be judged because of something her brother did. Stormfur occasionally got herbs for her, and always stuck up for her whenever her heritage came up. He also tried to get her to believe in StarClan, and there were times where he was positive, if only just for a few minutes, she believed the warrior ancestors existed. Stormfur longed for nothing more than for her to be a warrior again, so the two could express their love openly. But they had to try to make it look like friendship. Still, never before had Mothwing and Stormfur felt so happy.
“Don’t worry, Stormfur. When I get an apprentice and it becomes a proper medicine cat, I’ll step down and we can have kits.” Mothwing mewed one night. Stormfur licked her ear softly, delight shining in his amber eyes. Their eyes locked. All the love in the world seemed to be trapped in the blue and amber gaze.
“But, Mothwing are you sure?” Stormfur asked hesitantly. Mothwing licked him between the ears gently, and meowed,
“You mean more to me than my duties.” She purred.
“You do to. I’d fight Star…all four Clans for you.” He mewed, catching himself and not wanting to make Mothwing uncomfortable by using the word StarClan so openly. She smiled happily at his sensitivity.
“It’s alright, Stormfur. I…I think I might be beginning to believe in them.” The dappled golden she-cat meowed. “I love you, Stormfur.” She added suddenly.
“I know. And I love you too.” The dark gray tom replied.
“Love? Oh dear, oh dear, you two. That’s against the rules.” A new voice growled smugly.
“Hawkfrost!” Mothwing and Stormfur hissed at the same time. The dark brown tabby stepped into the moonlight, looking at the two lovers with a triumphant look.
“Well, well. The HalfClan cat who ‘left to go on a journey for StarClan’, in other words, deserted, and the medicine cat whose mentor received the fake sign.” Hawkfrost snarled. “Leopardstar would love to hear this! And about the sign…”
“That would get you in trouble too, Hawkfrost!” Stormfur spat.
“It wouldn’t get my sister out of it. And I know you hold her so dear.” Hawkfrost replied coolly. “Imagine the two of you as rogues. Sure you’d be together, but imagine Mothwing, growing thin and starving slowly to death…” The dark tabby growled. “And Mothwing, imagine Stormfur being ripped apart by other cats, dogs, or whatever as he struggled to fight for you, and there’s no one else to help him…”
“Stop!” They both yowled again. The two stared at Mothwing’s brother pleadingly.
“Hawkfrost, don’t get Mothwing in trouble. I’ll do anything!” Stormfur pleaded.
“Anything?”
“Anything.” Hawkfrost thrust his muzzle so close it was almost touching Stormfur’s.
“Leave. Go with the foolish Tribe or whatever. Just stay…away…from…RiverClan.” Hawkfrost growled. Stormfur looked at him with horrified shock, then nodded.
“Stormfur, please don’t…” Mothwing mewed weakly.
“I’m sorry, but I won’t see you exiled. I’ll love you forever, and nothing can keep us apart! Not StarClan, not the warrior code, not Hawkfrost! I will see you again!”
The next day Stormfur stayed with the Tribe, claiming to love Brook. But even though they were far apart, Stormfur and Mothwing still felt intense love for each other.