Manifest Desire

Warning: It has femslash involved.


Where are you? she worried, peering through the brambles around her. The terrain still looked new to her, as evidenced by the many burrs stuck to her fur. She'll have to wash herself for hours to make her coat clean again!

But it would all be worth it. She thought grimly.

She had been following that scent as far as she could go. She couldn't help it. Just that scent alone, when they meet eye to eye was enough to make Daisy feel like she could melt in its depths. She shivered a bit from the cold, but kept on going.

Just follow the scent like Cloudtail taught you. She wove her way around a bramble bush and leaped over a small puddle. The scent was closer this time, exciting the she-cat. She trotted now, fighting back the urge to run. She looked up at the log covering her path. She placed her forepaws on the top log and peered over it.

There! Day could see the cat now, clear as day as sunlight filtered off the soft fur, muscles visible beneath the pelt.

She suppressed a mew of delight and scrambled ungracefully over the log and landed beside the cat, who wheeled about sharply, hackles raised and fangs bared. A moment later the fur lay flat on the cat's strong body and the feline tilted its head to one side, evidently confused.

"Daisy?" Brightheart mewed in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

The creamy she-cat did not answer. She was too busy gazing at the brown and white she-cat before her. How in the world did this angelic figure's scarred face scare her when they first met? But now Daisy hardly even noticed the scar anymore. If anything, she was more pulled by that mark than anything else.

"Brightheart..."

"Yes?"

Daisy bit her bottom lip. It was now or never. "You know about... how I was always with Cloudtail, yes?"

The brown and white she-cat's face hardened for a moment. "Of course," she mewed curtly.

Daisy hesitated. "Well... I never really did like him." She paused to examine Brightheart's face. It was filled with hidden anger and contemplation for what the creamy she-cat was telling her. "You see. I was only... flirting with him to-"

Before she knew it Daisy was on the ground with Brightheart above, bearing fangs in a snarl. Daisy felt sudden fear of the she-cat's unexpected hostility, but at the same time her heart beat manifested twice as fast by the closeness. She felt herself almost become lost in that one single green eye.

"I knew it!" She stared down with distaste upon the creamy she-cat before her. "Why did you do it?" The brown and white warrior snarled. "Was it because you thought he'd be easy pickings because of my face?"

"No!" yelped Daisy, shocked. How could Brightheart think that way? "You don't understand, it's-"

"Oh, of course!" Brightheart sneered. Her breath fell upon the creamy she-cat's face, making her shiver involuntarily. It smelled like sweet moss and bracken. "You were just playing mind games with him to see how far he'd act like a dog to a Twoleg, is that it?"

"No, it's-"

"Or maybe you were too weak to take care of your own kits that you asked him to-"

"I did it for you!"

Daisy took a deep breath, frightened as the she-cat before her paused, her jaw hanging open.

"... what?"

"I..." Daisy struggled to stay conscious as Brightheart lowered her head. Their faces were now a mouse-whisker apart and she was finding it more and more difficult to not throw herself upon the she-cat before her.

She closed her eyes. "It did it for you," she squeaked. "It was always for you..." Though her eyes were still closed, Daisy could feel Brightheart's body stock still. Her chest fur just brushed Daisy's, making the area tingle with anticipation. But she could not even feel the one-eyed she-cat's breathe on her face anymore. Disappointment flared briefly within her.

Daisy squinted open one eye. Brightheart was staring at her with a mixture of bewilderment and suspicion. Was that a good thing? Or bad thing?

"Don't lie to me," Brightheat stated flatly. She got off Daisy and gave her an affronted look.

"No, it's true!" Daisy pleaded. She padded closer to the she-cat. "I've always been that way the minute I saw you-"

"I have a mate!" Brightheart hissed. "Don't even try it!"

Daisy flinched. "I'm sorry," she murmured.

Brightheart gazed down at the Thunderclan camp hollow. She sighed. "You need to open your eyes, Daisy," she mewed briskly. The creamy she-cat pricked her ears. "I'm flattered you think of me that way, regardless of this stupid scar-"

"It's because of the scar I fell for you," Daisy mewed before she could stop herself. She padded forward and nuzzled the side of her face with no fur. Brightheart recoiled.

"You're far braver than I could ever be," she continued. "I can't explain it, but I can see everything you went through just by looking at your face." She lightly licked the scarred area.

The brown and white she-cat flinched, but didn't move away. Daisy continued to wash her face. A reluctant purr rose from Brightheart's throat. She closed her eye in comfort as Daisy began to wash her neck. Warily she watched for signs of claws as Daisy began to groom beneath the neck.

She was now shakily licking her shoulder, steadily going lower. Brightheart tensed, but kept still.

Her heart was beating painfully against her ribs as she came lower, Daisy blinked in shock as a sudden scent hit her nostils. It was enticing and excited her greatly. Was it coming from Brightheart, or herself?

Meanwhile, Brightheart was fidgeting as Daisy's tongue rasped against her stomach. She panted slightly as the she-cat came closer between her legs.

"Brightheart?"

Just like that the spell broke. Daisy felt as if she had been electrocuted. Both she-cats jumped back in shock. The creamy she-cat flattened her ears and quickly lowered herself to the ground while Brightheart's fur bristled.

The ferns beside them moved. A white cat leaped through the fronds.

"There you are!" Cloudtail mewed in relief. "I was so worried about you. Where were you..." He just noticed the nervous Daisy. "Daisy!" he mewed in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

The creamy she-cat gazed up at Cloudtail wordlessly, her mind oddly blank. "Uh..." she panicked. "I was..." She looked to Brightheart for help.

The brown and white she-cat was gazing down at her, one eye narrowed.

Cloudtail looked from Brightheart to Daisy, confused. He waited for one of them to say something.

But neither said a word. Daisy still had her body lowered to the ground, too afraid to stand lest Cloudtail suspected something. Brightheart, meanwhile, was still gazing down at the creamy she-cat with a slitted eye.

Finally she mewed, "We were just talking about her kits, hun." She looked into her mate's eyes. "Daisy's still a bit worried about her kits being raised as Thunderclan Warriors. But I was able to convince her to let them choose their own path."

"Oh, was that it?" Cloudtail mewed gullibly. He licked the top of Daisy's head. "There's nothing to worry about Daisy," he reassured the she-cat. "You're kits will be safe and happy here!"

Wordlessly the creamy she-cat nodded. Now she could not even look Brightheart in the eye.

"Brightheart?" Cloudtail's face twisted in worry. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

"But you're shaking..."

It was now that Daisy realized Brightheart had her tail tucked tightly between her legs. But it didn't look like a gesture of defeat; she was hiding from her mate...

Did she share some feelings in return? Daisy wondered.

Brightheart cast a side-ways glance Daisy's way. "It's just the cold," she assured her mate. "I'll feel better after a bit of a run."

"Well, come on!" Cloudtail leaped over a log. "Let's go get some juicy squirrel before the others make first dibs on it!"

Brightheart leaped onto the log as well to follow her mate. Once again Daisy was in awe by the she-cat's lithe form and determination radiating off her pelt. She watched as Brightheart bunched her muscles together before leaping off the log in a high jump.

She never once looked back as Daisy quietly grieved where she lay.


I thought it was kind of cute. DaisyXBrightheart X3