A Warriors FanFiction.
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Fireheart. An enigma wrapped in burning passion, wrapped in elegant ginger fur. At first, she's taken Longtail's side. Resented him for his origins. Thought he couldn't, wouldn't, be a warrior. But he proved himself. And he became a warrior. Faster than she did. And shereallyhated him for it. She'd spent her time working her paws off, hunting more, training harder, fighting fiercer, just to get her warrior name.
She was flying so high when he came. His kind, generous heart hidden behind a collar. A Kittypet collar. She'd put her life on the line, time and time again, and had been scolded for endangering her Clanmates. But look here! What's this? Everyone, come quick! Firepaw has done precisely the same thing as Sandpaw! He's a true warrior, unlike Sandpaw, whose off on another one of her stupid stunts.
A thus she fell, tell so damn hard. She wasflying, thenFireheart turned out to be her downfall. Her sweetest downfall.
She'd never understood. He could leave atanytime. He could go back to his Twolegs in the blink of an eye. But he continued his training. So she trained harder. She put more backbone into the Clan thananyoneelse, but who gets the credit?
It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair.
She would come back from a gruelling patrol or training session, and Firepaw would be there, licking his gorgeous coat, surrounded by his friends, not even acknowledging her.
'That would've been me.' She'd think.'I'd be the one with friends. I'd be the one every-cat would talk about. I'd be the pride of ThunderClan. That would be me.'
Once, she'd came back from her training session, to see Fireheart, alone. 'For once in his life!' She'd thought. And then he came up to her.
"Hi," he had said.
She gave him silence.
He sighed. "Why do you hate me, Sandpaw?"
She was taken aback. Did he really think she hated him?
'But you do hate him! He stole your life! Your chance to shine! Your thunder! It was yours and he took it!'
'No, I created this hole for myself. If I'd been nicer, maybe I wouldn't have to hate him.'
"You think I hate you?" She hissed.
"Well let's see, you're always mean and snarky to me. You always insult me. You never play nice. You always avoid me at all costs. You have never said a kind word to me. You never take my side. You never,ever hunt with me. You always talk back. You always sneer at me like I'm dirt. You always glare at me, even when I'm doing the right thing. You hate me. I'm pretty sure you hate me."
She rely was out her mouth before she could stop it. "You know why? Because you are dirt. No, you're worse. You're a Kittypet! You. Are. Nothing!"
She turned and walked away.'Why can't I play nice?'
Dustpaw padded up to her. "Firepaw looks especially down. Well done, Sandpaw!"
"Go away, Dustpaw! Or should I say,Dirtpaw!"
'Why can't I play nice?' She thought, as she left Dustpaw, hurt and astonished, behind her.
'Why can't I play nice?'
And so her battle with with Fireheart continued.
And then he did the unspeakable. He saved her.
She'd been on border patrol, near RiverClan. She'd heard the yowls of anger and pain.'This could be my chance, to prove I'm not just some stupid apprentice.'
When they sprinted to aid the battling cats, the scent hit the roof of her mouth.Fireheart. She entered the fight with all her hopes dashed. If Fireheart was near, it would be Fireheart to get the attention, unless something bad happened, because dear Fireheart would never do anything wrong.'They'll be making him Firestar soon!' Shescoffed inwardly.
She leaped into battle, an empty soul with nothing to lose, willing to lie down her miserable life for her Clan. She pounced on a RiverClan she-cat and tussled her to the ground. They rolled, claws stabbing and tearing at each other's flesh. She noticed how close she was to the edge. What did it matter? Her life was stupid anyway. It's not like StarClan could be any better.
And then he swooped in. Grabbed her like she was a kit and threw her away. It wasn't that he saved her. It was that he saved her. At the time she hated him for it. "I can win my own battles without your help!" She'd hissed. But the spark was so ... There. So overwhelmingly present. And she hated the shivers it sent down her spine, and the spring it put in her step. Then Greystripe managed to kill to birds with one pounce.
She heard the meows of the drowning cat. She stayed motionless on the edge, staring and the churning water below.'If a RiverClan cat couldn't stand that, how could I?'
She realized, only then, how much her life meant to her, and how much she didn't want to lose it.
She realized, only then, how much Fireheart meant to her.
'But he thinks I hate him! Holy StarClan, I need to turn this around.'
...
And she changed. She showed her true, kind self to him. And then he broke her heart without even knowing, without him actually doing anything.
It was shortly after the battle with Brokenstar and camp. He'd been so brave, fighting Brokenstar, and defeating him. She wanted to ask him to be her mate, she sidled up to him, suddenly shy, and opened her mouth to ask. Then the scent hit her and she stumbled away. Spottedleaf. Spottedleaf's scent clung to him. And she understood.
He'd never done this for her, nor their Clan. He did it for Spottedleaf. Spottedleaf, the dead Medicine Cat stole him away. She walked away, her heart heavy clawed in two, all because of a dead Medicine Cat. A dead Medicine Cat. As she walked, her fractured heart froze over, forming a hard shell. Her heart stilled.
'If I can't have Fireheart, Spottedleaf can't either.'
She padded up to Yellowfang's den.
"Yellowfang? Are you there?" She called.
"Hello, Sandpaw. What can I get you?"
"Do you know if there is a herb you can give me that will make it easier to talk to StarClan?"
Yellowfang paused. "No," she meowed slowly. "I don't think so. Why-"
"None of your business," she snapped. She turned and left, leaving a bemused Yellowfang behind. She padded up to Dustpaw.
"Hi," he meowed, with ice in his voice.
"What's the matter?" She asked, genuinely curious.
"What's the matter?! You come to me like nothing's wrong, when you've been off with thatKittypet!"
"If you can't accept him as a warrior then I have no reasons to carry out thing friendship."
"You're a cold hearted, Kittypet loving, flea ridden hypocrite, Sandpaw. You know that!"
"No, not cold, broken," she whispered to herself. She walked away, her world crumbling around her. She looked up at Silverpelt and the moon.
'This is your fault, Spottedleaf. You're behind this, aren't you!? Well guess what? We've got a lot to talk about, hope you've got all night. It's not like I have anything better to do.'
She circled back to where Dustpaw, Fireheart and Bluestar were standing. She settled beside Fireheart and sighed under her breath. He still smelled of Spottedleaf.
"Bluestar, Sandpaw and Dustpaw fought like warriors when Brokenstar attacked. We would have been in much more trouble without their strength and courage."
Sandpaw glared and the ground, her feeling mixed in a confusing mess of chemicals. She felt tears prickling at her eyes.
'Don't cry, not here, not now.'
Whitestorm rumbled something with an edge of a purr. She could tell he was proud of her. She twitched her ears, shame filling her. "Fireheart's the hero who saved the Clan," she said, her word tumbling out her mouth before she could stop them. "He was the one who alerted the camp so that we were ready for the attack." She ducked her head again, embarrassment speeding through her.
"It makes me proud to know that ThunderClan has such fine warriors. It's time you both took your warrior names. We shall have a naming ceremony now, while the sun is setting, then we can eat."
She glanced at Dustpaw, all pervious arguments melting in the exciting moment. They wee going to be warriors! Her heart would have stopped beating, if it hadn't already, when she heard Fireheart purring. He's happy for us. For me.
Her eyes began to fill with tears. Bluestar called the Clan together. The ceremony went by so fast she barely had time to register. One minute she was Sandpaw, and the next she was Sandstorm. Her name was called into the cold air. She caught Fireheart's gaze and she felt tears rolling down her fur.
'I'm a warrior now, Spottedleaf. You stay away from him. He's mine! At least, he will be.'
"We can eat together as warriors tonight, if that's okay with you?"
Sandstorm had been so wrapped in thought that she hadn't noticed Fireheart padding up to her. She purred without even meaning to.'Fireheart wants to share fresh-kill with me!'
"Choose something for me, I'm starving!" She felt Dustpelt glaring daggers into her back from where he stood, close enough to hear their convosation. She turned to him. "Dustpelt, how's being a warrior treating you?"
His eyes glowed. "So much better than what I'd thought! Dustpeltand Sandstorm! We're so lucky!"
Whitestorm and Darkstripe, their former mentors padded up to them.
"I'm so proud of you Sandstorm," he whispered. "Even though you were a bit of a rascal!"
She purred under her mentors praise. Fireheart bounded up to them. She felt a twinge of disappointment at having to have a meal with more warriors than Fireheart. But she'd manage.
She thought back to the start of their relationship. He's saved her.
And she was so glad he did.