Lingering Sun
How would you feel, betrayed by your own self?
LionblazexIcecloud
It was, to put it plainly, unexpected.
Everything was.
I don't mean like we didn't know it was going to happen; I was aware for a while.
But this soon, and this way? No. Never. This was like Mousefur praising you for bringing her wet, mushy moss, with a whole section, a whole array of different needles and thorns combined in it. Almost as mundane as say, someone biting you with their tail.
Not just this. Eveything else, too. The longer days. The scared prey. I was so surprised, I swear, Foxleap said my face fell off. As if. That is impossible, and degrading. But this, oh, this, even more.
How could I ever face my Clanmates again? Especially him...but wait, he hasn't run yet. Is this a good sign?
Oh, this is just terrible.
Look at his handsome face. What she-cat would not be able to resist the furry, beauteous mane...his kind, warming smile...the way his eyes just seem to stare out, and the way he fights so valiantly? Why, the very expressions on his face are endearing, he is so thoughtful and understanding....
Lionblaze, will you get it already!? He's staring at me, but not like I'm about to be sent off to a mental island...but rather, kindly.
Friendliness isn't what I want, Lionblaze! I feel like wrenching my claws down sharp stone. I want your love!
...
I couldn't grasp the fact Lionblaze hadn't run yet. This was so scary; worse than the time Honeyfern died protecting Briarkit. It was horrible to say such a thing, but....
It was true. The eminent, unaviodable darkness clouding the sky. Inevitable it would hit.
Though I can't help wondering if, oh, the slim possiblity, that Lionblaze actually liked me back.
Jerked from my thoughts, I watch the sun. It's rising, beautifully. Nearly like...a piece of golden thistle climbing in the sky. No.
The sun, in all its glory, stood to a standstill, and in my eyes, Lionblaze. The colour of his fur reflected the sun, rays shining down importantly.
A sunrise was a new beginning, and the misty, morning air, fresh with dewdrops, wafted past me. The aroma of morning glories and the sun's reflection, wavy, restless, shimmering in the lake beside me, full of clear, cold, water.
Jayfeather tells me the Moonpool is like drinking starlight. I think the lake is a pool of moons and suns, lingering as long as possible, wisps and ashes still brillantly glowing. Like, the lake holds remnants of celestial objects, and StarClan themselves.
I think the lake is a place for stories.
Is mine ending?
Or starting?
I'm waiting for his answer. It's terrible.
Horrible.
Waiting.
He's closing his eyes tightly. What does this mean?
I don't know.
I'm not sure. Oh, his golden mane is ruffling...
Is he saying something? No?
Does he not like me?
I guess my concern shows - finally he says something.
"Icecloud?" I look down at my white fur. "Uh..."
"Go on." I urge mentally.
"I-..." I've never known him to be so shy. "I feel...the same way."
What?! Has the apocalypse come? He feels the same? He's leaning down!
Omigosh!
He's nuzzling me!
I nuzzle back.
And you know what.
My story is starting.
As we walk back to camp, out tails entwined.