Stormstrike closed her dark green eyes. This is the end. She realized, her heart speeding up at the thought. She stood on a high cliff, a flood swollen river tumbling along at an alarming rate. Not that she cared or anything. She stepped forward, now gazing down at the gray waters.
"Stormstrike, no!" the cry of her mate, Fallenleaf, crushed her heart. Then she remembered.
It had been two sevensuns ago . . .
Stormstrike skipped along, her thoughts joyful. The medicine cat had confirmed, she was expecting new life to come into this world. She let out a laugh and then broke into a run, leaping, lightfooted over a fallen oak tree. She stopped and then reached up, dancing on her hindlegs. Stormstrike batted at a slowly drifting leaf, capering like a kit. Then, she raced away, towards the camp she had just left. She skidded to a halt in the clearing shaded by the tall oak, birch and aspen that grew thickly around the camp and territory. She dashed into the warriors den, a clump of fallen aspen branches with the dead leaves still unshed, and almost tripped over her mate.
"Fallenleaf," she whispered in his ear. Her breath had his ear twitch and he rolled over, batting at her with kit soft paws. She gave him a lick on the nose and then settled down in their joined nest. She snuggled against him for a moment before springing back up and nudging him.
"Fallenleaf." she meowed, a bit louder this time. She tapped him with a paw and he groaned flopping over. She decided she'd had enough of this. Taking her paw, she whacked him over the ears.
"WAKE UP!" she yelled, making the two other warriors in the den grumble with indignation. She glanced over her shoulder.
"Shut up. I'm not expecting your kits." one of the warriors, Rosewood, Stormstrike's best friend, instantaneously was by her side.
"Go back to sleep, I want to tell Fallenleaf." she meowed, rubbing cheeks with the pretty dark ginger she. Rosewood gave her a dubious look and then slowly returned to her next, still not making a sound. Stormstrike looked after her and then turned to find Fallenleaf staring at her, mouth wide open.
"You're expecting . . . my kits?" he squeaked, his light blue eyes growing wide.
"That's what the medicine cat said," Stormstrike purred, giving him a lick on the cheek. He purred back, his whole body practically vibrating. She laughed and then led him out to the clearing, lying down in one of the scarce sun spots. He lay next to her, his eyes still in amazement.
"Oh, my StarClan. This is wonderful!" he meowed, scooting closer and breathing in her scent. She smiled and then laughed. She couldn't help it. After a moment, she sat up.
"I'll continue patrols and hunting." she decided, her green eyes sparkling in the morning sun. Fallenleaf scrambled to his paws, eyes wide in now panic.
"No! You can't!" he yelped, pressing close to her. "What if something happened to you? To the kits?"
She laughed for what seemed the millionth time that day. "I'll be fine, Fallenleaf. Try to trust me."
And try he did when Goldbracken and Brightdawn brought her unconscious body back to camp, bleeding for multiple wounds.
Rosewood, who'd been with them, explained through her streaming tears.
"She . . . and I were . . . hunting. And we . . . split up, thinking . . . we'd get more . . . prey. I heard her screams and ran to find three EchoClan warriors trying to tear her apart!" she broke down now, her grief to much to speak. Fallenleaf crouched by her side, to numb to cry. Needless to say, she lost the kits. And it was a sevensun later when her life was finally torn completely apart.
She wandered through the territory, keeping to herself and trying to avoid contact with others. Fallenleaf had tried to stay by her but she rejected the company. Her mind was numb with grief, her body aching with pain. Her still slightly swollen belly was a heart-wracking reminder of what she had lost.
Fallenleaf was inconsolable. He crouched in the darkest corner of camp, his once sparkling blue eyes dull. His pelt was matted and dirty. Did he care? No. His mind focused on his lost kits and emotionally lost mate. Rosewood stayed by his side, pressing close, her amber eyes concerned. He finally responded, lying on his side, as Rosewood groomed him. He watched her, taking in her sleek fur, amber eyes and pretty face.
And Stormstrike took that moment to wander into camp, her ribs sticking out like twigs in leaf-bare. She stopped, her dull eyes taking in the scene in front of her. She stumbled forward, her paws dragging. She looked up into Rosewood's dismayed amber eyes.
"Have him, he's nothing to me." she rasped and then stumbled back out, leaving a half dismayed, half rejoicing, best friend and a even more heart broken mate.
And now we come back to the beginning, where she was standing at the cliff, her mate calling out to her.
"Stormstrike! It was a mistake! I realize that now." he added more quietly into the now screaming wind. A wave crashed into the side of the gorge wall, flicking droplets high enough to land on her ruffled and unkempt fur, lying there, glittering. She looked back, seeing her beloved mate and then down, at the wildly bucking waves. She turned back, her eyes gleaming with forgiving love for the tom in front of her now. She took a step forward, the love still shining bright in her dark green eyes.
And that was when the cliff crumbled under her paws, sending her down into the icy waters.
And there you go. This was a oneshot by the way. Just a little something to let out imagination. See ya guys later! ;)