Drabbles :D Because sometimes you just cannot think of a proper story. xD Here they areeeeee.
No Reason
He couldn't stop it, however much he tried. Ever since that night, wandering through the territories and, by chance, glimpsing the gray warrior hunting, the moonlight gleaming on his gray pelt, turning it a glowing, bright silver, the muscles rippling under the fur with a surreal grace, and those eyes, those eyes, they were the deepest pools of blue he had ever seen. Not like his own, not chips of ice, no—they were liquid emotion, liquid soul. Hawkfrost saw that gray pelt wherever he went, and those damned blue eyes. He loved Ashfur, Ashfur of ThunderClan, Ashfur, forever in love with Squirrelflight, Ashfur, enemy of his brother, Ashfur, amazing, gentle, sensitive Ashfur.
"Why do you want to help me?" Ashfur's question was suspicious, as though the offer was too good to be true. Maybe it was. It certainly was to Hawkfrost. A dream come true, a fantasy brought to life, alone with Ashfur, speaking to Ashfur, planning with Ashfur...
A series of hot prickles rippled through his fur, and he shivered. He could not tell the warrior before him of the true reason. It was unacceptable to allow your emotions to be seen by those they deviated towards, as his father had so wisely taught him.
"No reason," whispered Hawkfrost, and he was not surprised to hear his voice, normally so controlled, shook a little. "No reason at all."
Claim
"We mustn't," gasped the tabby she-cat brokenly as a warm, jet black pelt was brushed against hers insistently. "We mustn't. I can't..."
"We must. You are mine, Leafpool." And, as if to enforce her claim on the medicine cat, Nightcloud pressed her nose deep into the fur underneath the tabby cat's chin, ruffling the fur there with her harsh breathing.
"Yours... yours..." Leafpool all but moaned, anguish colouring her tone. "Mine, too." She mumbled, as Nightcloud rasped her tongue gently along Leafpool's jaw line.
"The warrior code can go fall in the lake," muttered Nightcloud angrily, curling her body around Leafpool's. "And so can Crowfeather."
Leafpool could barely articulate a response. She wrapped her tail around Nightcloud's neck. Mine. She thought proudly, triumphantly, as a rumbling purr poured out of the dark she-cat's chest. Mine.
Savoir
She saved me.
That damned apprentice, he was going to kill me. I was no threat back then. I was no danger. But he was still going to kill me. But she... she saved me.
I never forgot that. Not for one moment. They said I was mad, but I wasn't. If I was mad, I would have forgotten her kindness. I left the forest in peace for that. I would not take her home.
But then that apprentice, a warrior now, came to me. I was angry, then. He didn't recognize me, but I recognized him. I wanted to kill him on the spot, but he was from the forest. Maybe he knew about her, knew where she was, what she was doing...
But then that ginger fool, he told all. The warrior who had once attempted to kill me had now caused the death of my savoir, my obsession, my stranger, my...
So I killed him. And then, I decided I would take the forest. After all, the cats there hadn't saved her. They had let her die. And when that ginger fool took my life – how was I to know he could not die? – It wasn't dying that I was afraid of. No. It was that, if he had nine lives, it meant StarClan was real. Not fiction, real. And that meant she was there. The place I could never go. I would never see her. Never. All eternity, without her.
Bluestar. I am Scourge, I am murderer, I am darkness, I am blood, and I am forever in love with you.