I Loved For Not.
A/N: You wouldn't understand what's going on in this story, or who these cats are, or what their Clan is because it is from a roleplay with one of my friends. Even if you don't understand what's going on, please try to review the fic. Thanks. ^_^
To my roleplaying friend: How do ya' like this? :3
It's short, but we can cope with that.
"H-Hawk, what is the meaning of this?" It was meant to be a threatening snarl, but came out more as a meek growl. The she-cat sighed. She knew it was futile to struggle; if he wanted to, he could pin her down and then, there would be no hope of escape. But instead, he looked down at her, his eyes, those brilliant green eyes, pleading, as if to say Won't you give in? Just once?
As if to assure her, to calm her down, he laid his tail tip on her shoulders. If she wanted to - and she did - Mist could've flinched, away from the affectionate gesture, but she only knew it would break him. The reddish brown tom, Hawk, stared deep into her blue violet eyes. For a moment, she had froze. It was as if he was staring into her soul, but Mist knew better than that. Unless he came from the paws of Stella himself, she knew there was no way to accomplish this feat. "Mist," he began, his eyes suddenly growing dark with emotion, "we both know you want this as much as I do." A momentary silence. Then, she mewed, "Yes." Hawk would have felt gleeful, knowing that even after she turned him down all these times that she still loved him. However, it was the tone, the cold tone that was as harsh as leaf-bare, that prevented any sort of happiness.
"Yes... I did want this."
"D-Did?" Hawk replied, his eyes widening slightly. "Sometime ago," Mist began, her meow not as harsh, "I couldn't help but fall for the brave, strong tom that was the leader of Erba. Which, in my opinion, was rightfully so." Mist let out an airy sigh. "Until he turned into the tom that stands before me today. A mouse-brain who begs, not truly trying to earn anything, as if he expects them to fall into his paws. Well guess what? It's over now. So stop trying."
That... That was a wake-up call. As if he'd been clawed in the face. As he stared into the suddenly cold and heartless eyes of Mist, the one he had once fallen in love with, he finally realized.
He could not love her. She wouldn't allow it.
Without hesitation, he turned tail and bounded away, back to his Clan. As least, his Clan cared for him. Some of his Clan.
Notes:
Stelle – (italian for "star") Erba's version of StarClan, like the Tribe of Endless Hunting for Tribe cats. Stelle, however, has a little more power.
Erba is like a Clan, but it's not. That is why Hawk and Mist do not have true warrior names.
