I inhale deeply as to let her scent rest in my memory until our next meeting. Already, though I have just parted from her and stand possibly twenty fox-lengths from the Twoleg path where we met, I miss her terribly and feel a deep longing to fly into ShadowClan territory and pull apart the trees until I find her. She is so beautiful, so lovely; she is perfect. StarClan knows that I love her more than anything… and I can't describe how it feels to have heard her admit the same.
Her sleek-furred slender body had quivered as she had flown across the path as though on winged paws to fling herself onto me and bury her muzzle in my pelt. I remember the bittersweet thoughts that had occurred then. She just misses me from the Great Journey, I had convinced myself, and I had managed to hold my tongue. While I was admiring her long, thick, tan and brown swirled fur with sprinklings of perfect white dots, and gazing into the exquisite emerald-green orbs that were her eyes, she had excitedly been telling me of her apprentice ceremony and her journey to the Moonpool, which she and her mentor, Smokefoot, had already made. In her fast-flowing monologue, I almost missed what she had said at the end.
"… and, I don't know if you feel the same, and I know this is wrong in about three ways... but I, um, want you to know that I sorta, um, love you." She had stepped back anxiously, whiskers twitching in nervousness as she waited for my reply.
My eyes had flashed and I sank my muzzle into her fur in pure bliss. "I love you too…" And she had twined her tail lovingly with mine and we lay together beneath the stars for hours while we repeatedly murmured "I love you," in the most gentle, loving, perfect, blissful way I ever could have dreamed of.
StarClan knows that I fantasizied of that moment so many times... although she may be a ShadowClan apprentice, nothing can change my love for her and I never will stop. I told her so and her eyes sparkled with tears of joy that she could not cry. Her purr deepened and how I felt my love for her was unbearable. I want her to come running back, to cry my name out for the worlds to hear and to tell me that she loves me... but she is gone... I will see her again tomorrow night, I remind myself sharply as the sun rises still higher in the streaked sky.
My voice admitting "I love you too" still seems to echo around my ears and I would have sworn I caught a hint of her sweet scent on the wind. I twist around and resentfully begin to wash her beautiful, wildflower-drenched scent traces off my pelt.
Why must this be wrong? How can StarClan believe our love is impure, or some other pile of fox-dung, simply because she is a ShadowClan apprentice and I an apprentice from ThunderClan? I don't care! We will be together. I will never give up on her. She is mine. She loves me.. and I.. I...
I love her. Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love…
Feeling happier than I have ever felt possible, I race back to the camp and despite the fact that my paws are on earthly soil, I feel as though I walk with StarClan in a state of disembodied bliss.
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