Welcome to this new story of mine. I know, I know. I need to finish my other stories. But I'm working on them. Okay? Good.

This is a 100 oneshot themes story. This is NOT, and I repeat NOT Prin Pardus's challenge. This was inspired by Fallingstar93's 50 oneshot's and drabbles story "Scattered Memories", though it's for a different catagory. And mine's 100. Or will get there. Someday.

Each onshot will be a different theme, which will be it's title chapter.

Themes will NOT be in any order, and I'm thinking about posting the first 25 themes on my profile. Thinking about it.

I do not own Warriors. First theme- Theme #2 Love.

"What is love?" I remember asking that question moons ago, many moons ago, to my mother. I remember how she just blinked at me, not expecting the questions from such a young kit.

"Well," My mother, Bluefern, had said to me. "It's this feeling that… attracts you to another cat. It makes you blind to your inner thoughts, and it lets your emotions run free." I could tell she was thinking about my father, Smokeheart, as she told me that. If any two cats were ever meant for each other, they were those two cats.

I remember not understanding what my mother had told me. How could love make someone blind? I always had such funny thoughts back then. If I have to go blind, then I don't want to fall in love! I made sure not to get close to any of the tomcats in the clan as I grew up. The other apprentices would call me "Mistpaw the Unlovable". The name never stung back then as much as it does now.

Back then, a sweet little tomcat named Frostpaw was always trying to get my attention. He would do anything to get me to notice him. That's when I realized what my mother had meant by "blind" with love. All he could think about, all he talked about, all of everything about the way he acted was to get my attention, to get my love. Now is when I regret it the most.

As we grew up and became warriors, he seemed to have regained his sight- and his mind. I wasn't the cat he thought of all of the time. He spent his time being a warrior, strong brave and loyal. Frostclaw was so smart- and lucky. He discovered that Petaltail liked him a lot, so he gave up padding after me and caught up to her. I envy him- he got a good life with a first, healthy litter of three kits.

I, on the other hand, didn't have such luck. I was the unlovable; all of the cats in the clan knew this. No one tried to get close to me, and I didn't try to get close to them. I should have tried.

"There are other things than being a warrior," one of the elders, Lakewhisper, had told me when I, Mistpelt, was helping out the apprentices. I remember I had gotten mad at her and told her to stay out of my personal life. I wish I had listened to her.

I had always been the unlovable, the loveless, as long as I could remember. I never knew what mysteries lay within the concept of love. I never wanted, I never cared, to know. I never bothered trying to find someone to call my own. That someone just seemed to find me. Tanglethorn just seemed to find me, alone, after my sister, Leafwing, had died. He cared for me, I didn't see it at first, but as he mended me, I realized it. But it was too late. I was always so cold to him, so he left me. I was devastated. I wanted him, no, I needed him back.

And I was going to get him back.

I then realized what love- true, blind love- felt like. I padded after him for such a long time- I can't; and I refuse to try to remember how many moons it was. And when I was getting a little worried that I would never catch up to him, Tanglethorn showed me that there was still love left for me, deep down inside his heart. Only a glimpse, but it was enough to get me back on my paws and racing after him again.

"Tanglethorn," I remember confronting him, worried out of my mind. "Remember, back then, how you had told me that you, um… well, loved me?"

"I remember," Tanglethorn answered, his tail flicking. And then his voice went cold. I couldn't ever forget the loss- the pain- in his voice. "All of the times you had turned your back to that love. Why?"

"I-" I had been so nervous. He's going to reject me- I can hear it in his voice- and see it in his eyes, too!

"You aren't, by any chance, going to tell me that after all of that chasing after you I've done- after all of the times I was willing to give up- that now, when those feelings are gone and lifeless, that you finally feel the same way too?" His voice was so sharp, so cold, so hurt. I wanted to heal that pain.

"Gone?" I had echoed. I didn't want the love to be gone.

"Gone," Tanglethorn repeated. "As in lost, not coming back. Do you have a problem with it being missing?"

I did. I could see it, though, lost in the depths of his eyes. The love that still remained. The love that he thought had died. The love that I wanted, that I needed.

"Yes." I wanted to be brave. I wanted to show him my love. "It isn't gone. It's lost. I can bring it back- mark my words, Tanglethorn, I will bring that love back! I've never felt this way before now. I've been lost- Mistpaw the Unlovable was my name. Mistpelt the Loveless. That's what I've been called. I don't want that to be me- not anymore." Not now that I know that I love… you.

"What are you saying?" He knew exactly what I was saying.

"I've been blinded by my love for you, Tanglethorn. I've never known what power love is able to hold over someone, not until now. Now that I know you, I know what it's like to feel… complete."

The cheesiest speech I had ever made. But it had come straight from my heart. I remember sitting there, waiting for him to puke from its cheesiness. But he didn't. I am forever grateful that he didn't.

"It isn't gone, Mistpelt." I never heard Tanglethorn purr so much as he did on that day.

"I love you more than anyone, more than anything," I had told him on that day.

On that day, I was complete.

He shared my feelings, and StarClan watched out for us the whole time, blessing us with kits and long, healthy lives. I could feel the love that we shared from the bottom of my heart. I was happy. For once in my life, I wasn't Mistpaw the Unlovable or Mistpelt the Loveless.

I was Mistpelt the Loved. That's what I was now. Loved.

So yeah, thanks for reading the first theme in the 100 oneshots themes. 99 more to go, and I would love it if you would review! Yes, I'm talking to you. The more reviews, the more oneshots. Sounds like a deal, right?