I made this little fic on a day with nothing to do. REVIEWS are greatly appriciated even if this is just a little oneshot. Don't critisize the couple, though. Thanks a bunch. I'll get a story-story-fic up going soon. -Stormfur's Sweetie
Was There Ever Hope With You?
"Sandstorm, why do you always stand up for Fireheart?" A dusty-pelted tom was sitting with a ginger she-cat in a fern patch, sharing fresh-kill alone on his request.
He was met with pure silence and it made his heart tear. She didn't look up from her tiny thrush.
"I thought we despised him together... You said it yourself," Dustpelt murmured, his eys full of desperate sadness. He twitched his tail.
"I'm sorry," Sandstorm whispered quietly, not looking up at him. "But don't things change?"
"That's not the point, Sandstorm," Dustpelt mewed, getting irritated. "I don't want things to change... I remember how they were and I liked it."
The ginger she-cat, in the light, glowed. It was almost sundown. She didn't know how much he loved her. Maybe she knew, a little, that he had some itty-bitty feelings for her. But never love.
"Do you want me to be happy?" she questioned abruptly. She had an odd look in her intelligent green eyes. Her thrush lay abandoned at her feet as she stared into his eyes.
"Yes..." he murmured. Then he looked up from his paws. "But with me."
"What if I can't be happy with you?" Sandstorm mewed, her voice sharp. He knew she didn't mean it. He knew she must be irritated with him now more than ever. But he wanted her to know, to tell her how much she meant to him.
His eyes were drawn down to his paws again. He studied them hard while thinking. Can I tell her? he thought. Or will it upset her... or worse; mean nothing? He shook his pelt.
"Getting cold?" questioned Sandstorm. There wasn't coldness in her voice, though. There would never be coldness. Only a cold breeze. "Answer my question."
"I can't." His voice was choked. "I just can't... because Sandstorm... I..."
"Sandstorm! Bluestar told me to get a patrol going. Are you finished eating yet?" No! Fireheart! This is ruining it... Stay Sandstorm, please, begged Dustpelt inside his head.
Sandstorm gave Dustpelt one long, sad look. Then she left. She left him there.
His feelings swarmed in his head. Sandstorm, his only love, was gone. Gone to Fireheart, a kittypet they both had once teased and despised together. He sighed, dragging his tail as he left. He somehow knew that Sandstorm knew that he loved her. That's why she left.
Many Moons Later
"Hey, Fernpaw, I promised we could hunt together today," Dustpelt called. A small gray apprentice came rushing up to him, her eyes wild with calm excitement.
"Yes, Dustpelt!" she mewed happily. She flicked her tail around the territory. "Where shall we go?"
"How about towards the Training Hollow but we go past that into the trees?" Dustpelt suggested and was pleased when Fernpaw nodded at him.
She brushed her tail along his pelt and he bent down and murmured, "Fernpaw, you're a wonderful cat." She purred.
Maybe this wasn't the end. Sandstorm would always be in his heart, but now, so would Fernpaw. And this time he found a cat that loved him as much as he loved her.