Yep, I started another story when I should be focusing on the others (Well, it's not like anyone read those anyway). So yeah! This story's called Bleeding Hearts, and I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 1

Pathetically in Love

Love? What is love? I never think about it. Or... thought about it. No, it wasn't until after I had been granted with that mission from my leader that I began to realize the deeper values that life often hides.

The night was dark; not even the silver moon in the heavens above could cast enough light down upon the forest to be able to see clearly, as it usually does. Because the dark clouds were rolling in that night, quickly devouring the very stars of Silverpelt. It was clear that rain would soon fall.

The breeze was somewhat strong, flying through the trees, over the grassy plains, rousing a few leaves in its wake. It was a quiet night. A normal night. Nothing out of the ordinary.

I blinked my amber eyes as I sat on the leafy forest floor, looking up at the darkening sky. I could see the dark tops of trees shadowed against the heavens as I sat in the clearing, sighing with content. The silhouette of a lone owl flew past, outlined against the dim sable sky, calling it to its seemingly invisible comrades. A fluffy white feather slowly drifted to the ground, stirred by the zephyr. It just so happened to land on my face, and I gave a sneeze, sending it flying to the ground.

"Hey, Nightfall!" came a voice from behind me. I gave my black fur a few licks and then turned, seeing the tall figure of a white cat, though his pelt appeared darker due to the darkness surrounding us. His front left paw was black, and his amber eyes were dancing with character. His long tail was stuck right in the air as he trotted over to me. He was my brother.

"Hey, Mourn," I meowed, smiling. "What's up?" He sat down across from me and gave a shrug.

"Not much. I was just bored and wanted someone to talk to." He grinned crookedly.

"Well, you've come to the wrong place," I replied. "There's nothing interesting going on here."

Mourn and I were born into a band of rogues. We all lived in a shadowy forest by no rules. It wasn't very organized, though we did have one cat who took the most control compared to the others. The cats eventually saw him as a leader... We were becoming more like a Clan then we realized.

And yes, we did know about the other Clans. ThunderClan, ShadowClan, WindClan and... What was the last one? Oh, RiverClan. We knew about them. And we hated them. You see, our band had originally dwelled around the lake in which they live today. Those lands were our home. And then one day, my friend Sapphire... She saw these cats in the distance. Some of us wanted to fight... but there were much too many. We were forced to run; I don't know if they even saw us, the idiots.

So we came here. Perhaps a bit more than two miles away from where we once roamed. We lived in this sullen forest and survived on the less amounts of prey that we managed to find. I was perhaps two moons old at the time, so I can hardly remember. But my vengeful leader has told the tale many times over.

Mourn sighed as he looked up at the sky. His eyes were clouded, and he seemed lost in his own little world. I could tell what he was thinking about.

"So... how's it going with Badger?" I asked him. Mourn had always liked the she-cat, and despite her name, she was quite beautiful and sleek, with a pelt of white and black patches.

My brother shrugged his heavy shoulders. "I don't know," he sighed, looking at their paws and pretending they were intriguing. "I don't think she likes me. I think she's in love with Kano." I narrowed my eyes and glanced over my shoulder. There he was, the tall, handsome tom, his long silver fur seeming to dazzle. He held his head high, an almost smirk on his face as he proudly glanced around. Probably looking for someone to admire his beauty, the show off, as he sat upon a boulder.

I looked back at Mourn. "...I hope not," I mumbled. "He's so annoying. I'm telling you, he's obsessed with his beauty. If Badger had half the brain of a mouse, she wouldn't love him." The white tom shrugged halfheartedly.

"I don't know about that, Nightfall. Tika and Scarlet are crazy about him."

I rolled my eyes. "But Tika and Scarlet are idiots." Well, it was true.

Mourn gave a weak laugh. "Nightfall, you're so mean."

I grinned. "Thank you! You're so kind, I..." I broke off and pricked my ears, turning my head to the right. Badger emerged from the trees, barely visible in this weather, but I could tell it was her. She was carrying a rabbit in her jaws as she trotted into the clearing.

I gave my brother a nudge. "Go talk to her. Now's your chance!" Mourn flattened his ears slightly, kneading the ground with nervousness.

"But what do I say?" he whispered, his eyes glued to the pretty she-cat.

"Take it slow," I breathe back. "Ask her how she's doing. Get a conversation going. Maybe ask her if she'd like to take a walk with you?" Mourn gave a weak nod, the tip of his tail flicking back in forth in an anxious, unsteady motion. He swallowed and nodded again, seemingly more confident.

"Alright," he meowed. He flashed a smile at me. "Wish me luck." I watched quietly as he got to his paws, trotting over to Badger.

And I thought... He's doomed.

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Short chapter, I know, but it's just an introductory, right? :D I'll try to make the next one longer!

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