Your paws make little to no sound as you make your way through the forest, nose pressed close to the ground, sniffing out a possible scent trail. You had some doubt about following her at first, but your curiosity had gotten the best of you, and you found yourself slipping out of camp, unnoticed by your clanmates behind you and the love of your life in front.
The wind blows towards you and you shiver a little, slowing down as Bluefur's scent takes you closer to the RiverClan border. You figure she might be hunting, so you lift up your head up and sneak around the trunk of the tree that has found itself in your path. The forest dims out, and you stretch your neck above a bush to see what she could possibly be doing so close to RiverClan territory.
Almost immediately, you spot her sitting on top of Sunrocks. She appears to be waiting for someone, and you feel the fur along your spine lift up at that thought.
You land back on all four paws and shake your pelt, forcing your fur to lie flat. Skirting around the bush, you almost make it past the tree line when a second cat jumps up beside Bluefur and sits down.
The breath is almost knocked out of your lungs as RiverClan scent reaches your nose, and you dig your claws into the ground. That cat… I know I've seen him at a Gathering before. I just can't recall his name.
You crouch down and slink forward, putting your paws down carefully so you don't disturb a stray leaf, and creep closer to the rocks, hoping to catch some of the conversation going on between the two felines.
You grit your teeth as the mysterious cat's mew reaches your ears. It's a tom. And he sounds happy to see her… almost like they've already met up countless times before.
You stop halfway to the rocks and watch as Bluefur leans into the tom's shoulder, rubbing against him and twirling her tail around his. A queasiness settles in your stomach and you consider moving closer, but decide against it.
Spying on them like this just isn't right… I really should return to camp.
Moving backwards slowly, you don't turn around until you feel your tail brush up against a tree trunk. When you think it's safe, you whirl around and jump back into the safety of the trees, hopping carefully over twigs and logs. When you think you're far enough from the border, you break into a run, not caring about where you end up.
After a while, you slow to a stop and find yourself looking up at the giant Sycamore. Sniffing the air to make sure you're alone, you walk over to the roots of the tree and curl up underneath the branches, catching your breath but at the same time, willing yourself to stop breathing.
You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to block out the mental image of her, the image of her being happy with some other cat. You feel your paws begin to tremble so you tuck them underneath your stomach.
A light breeze trembles the leaves far above your head, and the last thought you have before sleep consumes you is that she's happy.
She's happy with him.
Far happier than she could ever be with you.