Hey guys. This is my first attempt at a oneshot, so hopefully, it won't be a disaster or something...
Love.
A simple word at first, it seems, but it is a powerful one.
I met him long ago, when we were both apprentices. His dark, smokey gray pelt seemed to catch the light, and his bright blue eyes gleamed, like water on a sunny day.
It was then I got my first taste of what was unknown, not understandable at the time:love.
I ignored it at first, but as we grew older, the pull of it grew stronger, like a queen would to a kit, a leaf to the ground. And I noticed him, even though he did not notice me. I dreamed of him sometimes, the strength in his body, the gleam in his eyes.
The temptation was great. But I kept it to myself.
However,when we had the rare, satisfying moment of training together,while I cherished every moment I spent with him, he just acted normal, like this was just like any ordinary day instead of a great one. Like I was not there at all.
Oh well, I thought. He will come through eventually.
How very, very wrong I was.
Because one day, you wake up, expecting a normal day, at least as normal as it gets with the Twolegs all around you, destroying your home. But instead, as early as nearly sunhigh, your leader gathers the Clan, and tells them that one of the apprentices, Crowpaw, had disappeared.
As soon as heard that news, my heart broke, my mind was swirling, and I felt like collapsing. But I could not let anybody know my feelings for him.
So I waited, and waited, for him to come back, but every day, I was losing hope. I did not care that we were growing thin, that the territory was being destroyed, that the rabbits were being rendered uneatable. All I cared about was for him to come back.
And come back he did, in the worst times of destruction.
His mother was fussing about him, about his messy, ungroomed pelt, his thinness, the few scars that littered his body. I was worried for him too, but in a different kind of way.
The way he held himself, you would have thought that he was an elder, not an apprentice. His tail was a bit droopy. His back was hunched. And his eyes...they were no longer clear. They were moony, distant, like he was reliving a memory.
After he told us the news, that we had to leave, I wanted to go right away. Any place that he went, I would go. So after preparation, we, and the rest of the Clans, left, ready to go to our new homes.
Suddenly, like how Leaf-bare melts into Newleaf, he was no longer an apprentice. Instead, he was ready to become a fully named Warrior.
His fur shook with pride as Tallstar made him a warrior, right there on the mountain. And as I heard the chant starting up, I chanted the loudest of all.
"Crowfeather!Crowfeather!Crowfeather!"
And as we retreated into the cave for the night, leaving him to take his vigil, I could imagine if we were made warriors together, standing side by side, our pelts touching, not allowed to talk, but feeling a connection, watching the stars.
When we finally reached our new homes, and settled in, Crowfeather went up to me for the very first time, and asked me if I wanted to be his mate.
I accepted immediately, and we soon had a son, Breezekit, later Breezepelt.
After that, however, he started growing distant. He went to who knows where, and I felt that whenever he nuzzled me, spent time with Breezepaw, and told me that he loved me, he was lying.
So when cats realized that Hollyleaf, Jayfeather, and Lionblaze were Crowfeather and Leafpool's kits, I was not in pain for the revelation that Crowfeather and her were mates; I was in pain because he did not ever love me.
That he thought that my love meant nothing. But I act normal, like every day was just another day, not one of heartache.
Because even if you think that my love for you is meaningless, Crowfeather, to me, it means everything in the world.
How was it?
R&R~