Beware; angst CrowxFeather, with spoilers for Moonrise!
(Made for V. day. Expect a good number of romance onshots over the next week.)
Disclaim I don't own Warriors.
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Love, they say, is like a flower. A single seed- Something she said, some journey they went through together, the loneliness they share- can sprout with the right amount of time. And once it's begun to grow, it can bloom rapidly.
That… that was how their love was. But their love was a rare mountain flower, which only bloomed when the snow fell like tears.
Sharptooth's roar was like roaring flame; it could kill them, or it could leave fertile ground for them.
(Fertile ground, he prayed, oh please, let if be fertile ground!)
But in the heart of the flames, someone's got to go burn for ash to form.
And their love, their precious, precious flower died on the whisper of a dying cat.
"Think you have nine lives, do you? I saved you once… Don't make me save you again."
All he could do was through back his head and scream to sky as he watched his fragile flower wilt before him.
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Hum. Took only a few minutes, so I don't expect it to be great. But it's okay, mmm? R&R!