Rating: It is rated T because there will be tons of violence and what not through out this story.

Pairings: Main: Hiddensun/Thrushpelt/Bluefur Side: Bluefur/Oakheart

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for Hiddensun.

Thrushpelt looked into Bluefur's dark blue eyes. They sparkled like the river reflecting the stars. Her pelt was bathed in a frosty moonlight glow and her tail lashed with energy. She was truly breath taking.

"Hi Bluefur, um I um…" he couldn't think of anything to say. The words clustered on his tongue and stuck in his throat.

Bluefur flicked her ear and looked into his eyes.

"Are you okay?" she asked. Thrushpelt felt the knot in his throat swell as she talked to him in that sweet angelic voice. He swallowed hard and forced himself to look at her in the eyes.

"Uh, I'm fine" Thrushpelt's legs were trembling by now. Why does she have to be so lovely?

"I, I wanted to ask you something" he stuttered. The sandy-gray warrior took a deep breath. This was it, the moment of truth.

After a few anxious moments Bluefur broke the silence, "What is it that you wanted to tell me?" she mewed, sounding annoyed a bit.

Thrushpelt felt time stop around him. Bluefur was so independent and strong and brave and out spoken and kind and smart and logical and, well, you get the picture. Bottom line, he just loved her. It's as if the whole world could just fall apart around him and he wouldn't notice a thing.

"Well, I just, here's the thing," Thrushpelt was panting with anxiety, but he forced himself to continue. He was crossing the Rubicon now, no turning back. "Well, I wanted to ask you if you… if you would be my… if you would be my mate."

Thrushpelt looked at Bluefur. Instead of smiling or looking lovingly at him, she wore a look of surprise on her face.

"That is very kind of you Thrushpelt but I'm sorry, I do not like you in that kind of way" Bluefur whispered. She hung her head and stifled a sigh.

Thrushpelt now felt as if the world did fall apart around him. Emotions soared through his head like a falcon across the day sky. Anger, sorrow, humiliation, horror, betrayal, sickness, his head felt as if it were about to explode from the pressure.

"WHAT!?!" Thrushpelt snapped angrily.

Bluefur recoiled in fright at Thrushpelt's sudden outburst. It took a few moments for her to re-gather herself before standing up to the older warrior.

Thrushpelt looked furiously at her, his usually gentle green eyes now smoldering with rage.

Bluefur defiantly stared back at him, her snarl fierce but her blue eyes portraying her confusion now.

"What did I do that is so bad?" Bluefur hissed.

Thrushpelt laughed scornfully, "Well, if you must know, I give you all of my love, my kindness, my devotion, and you toss it away like a dead oak leaf!"

"I do appreciate your love, but I don't feel the same way, can't you understand?"

"Oh, so you're too good for me, well why you don't go run off with some sleazy Shadowclan cat or a fat Riverclan tom!"

Bluefur looked particularly taken aback by that comment. Thrushpelt thought that he caught a glint of guilt in her eyes.

Thrushpelt let the hairs along the back of his neck lay flat as he softened his gaze. "I thought you were different, I thought you thought I was different…" Rage filled his body once more, but he lowered his voice to a whisper.

"You will regret this, you will feel the pain I feel now losing you, the love of my life. I will make you suffer until you cry for mercy but my unyielding grip will not soften. I will not stop until your eyes are glazed with shock and sorrow and your heart beats with the pity of Starclan" Thrushpelt hissed into Bluefur's ear and turned towards the camp.

Bluefur spat in response.

Thrushpelt swerved around and smacked Bluefur's cheek with one swift motion, claws unsheathed.

Bluefur yowled in rage and shot towards Thrushpelt. Before she was defensive, but now she was in full on attack mode.

Driven by anger, Thrushpelt easily formed a strategy in his mind to defeat the bluish she-cat. He stepped to the side, letting Bluefur attack where he had been previously standing. He had also placed one paw in the way so Bluefur stumbled over it.

Thrushpelt's paw sent Bluefur tumbling down the ravine and landing on a ledge overlooking the camp. Sharp rocks stabbed painfully at her sides but she climbed up the hill to face her gray opponent.

Thrushpelt snickered at the sight of Bluefur limping up the hill. "Did I make you fall little kit?" Thrushpelt mocked.

Bluefur hissed, but was slammed into the hard trunk of a beech tree by Thrushpelt. He was too fast!

Thrushpelt advanced toward Bluefur, who blindly stepped back for every step that Thrushpelt took further.

Bluefur steeped back once more. She stepped backwards but her paw just dangled in thin air. She spun around to find that Thrushpelt had driven her to the gorge.

"Now you will feel what I felt when you denied my love!" Thrushpelt charged toward the younger warrior yowling and hissing.

Bluefur turned and ran towards the camp. Thrushpelt swiftly turned and followed her.

Bluefur's legs pumped harder than they ever had before, but in the blink of an eye, Thrushpelt was in front of her, blocking her path.

The two Thunderclan cats circled each other, silently daring the other to start the fight.

"What are you two doing?"

Thrushpelt and Bluefur turned their attention towards the edge of the forest. Out of the shadows, an old gray tom and two tabby she cats stepped out, each eyeing the two sparing cats suspiciously.

Thrushpelt dipped his head. "Greetings Tawnyspots, Swiftbreeze, and Speckletail" Bluefur did the same.

Tawnyspots nodded and narrowed his eyes.

"What is going on here?"

"Well," Bluefur began but Thrushpelt stopped her.

"We were just practicing battle moves" Thrushpelt lied.

Tawnyspots didn't look convinced. "Why are you two covered in blood then?"

"Things just got intense" Thrushpelt mumbled.

Tawnyspots turned to Bluefur, "Is this true?"

The wounded she-cat sighed and simply nodded, not wanting to start another fight with Thrushpelt again.

"You careless young warriors should know not to do this. You're wasting Featherwhisker's supplies! Go and get your wounds treated and go to your den with no prey tonight!" Tawnyspots scolded.

The two warriors nodded and followed the evening patrol back to camp silently.

I hope you liked it! PS the Rubicon thing is just this joke I learned about Julius Caesar in Social Studies.

At one point I will need an OC so review and tell me your cat's:

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4. Pairing: (yes or no)

5. Why you want to be featured in this story

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