Fireheart stared as Spottedleaf's body lay in front of him, his veins pulsing with anger.
Spottedleaf was dead, her beautiful fur matted with blood and scars.
Fireheart looked away, eyes flaming, and his fur bristling.
He couldn't help that his claws were coming in and out in defiance.
She was dead!
That repeated over and over again in his mind
Who could have killed a medicine cat? They were sacred.
It made his blood run cold to think about it.
A cat who would kill the cat that had the most connection with StarClan.
Their heart was black, he thought.
The rain drips cold
down the steaming mountain
all is lost
none is found
his heart aches for the scent once more
of the sweet Spottedleaf
the dream of his life
he lost her
he couldn't help it
his eyes weep for her and his soul hurts
he gazes onto the horizon, knowing the previous one was the last
to be with her
flesh tearing from the bone
soul being sucked by the death
icy grip closing in on him
he couldn't live without her
Fireheart padded out of the den, his green eyes dull in grief for Spottedleaf. Thoughts scarred his mind, the more he thought about her. He sat down, eating a mouse with no taste by the warrior den. The warrior den...
She wasn't a warrior.
Spottedleaf was a medicine cat.
Their relationship wouldn't work out anyway.
Your loyalties are divided
from your love
which to follow
is so hard to decide
love is one thing
destiny, another
she chose Fireheart
but the end came for her too soon
Was she being punished for loving Fireheart?
No, it was just a battle
at least one cat dies in every battle
but her
why her
Fireheart sighed, flopping onto his back. He sighed, closing his eyes. Blackness formed and he wondered whether she was seeing darkness or their heavenly warrior ancestors, StarClan.
What was StarClan like? Starry? Cloudy? He wanted to find out.
Fireheart wanted to die, just to be with her.
My love for you, Spottedleaf
is worth my life
I would give anything
I would fight every cat in the forest
just to feel your wonderful scent wrap around me
I'm lost without you
He wanted to wail aloud but the cats around him, dreary and wounded, looked like they needed no more sorrow and drama.
Fireheart sighed deeply again, slipping out of camp to sit by the river.
Its icy, cold, flowing waters flowed by.
He wanted to drown himself.
He wanted to be with her again
he even wanted to die
but would their freedom be limited in StarClan?
Would they still be apart?
Medicine cat or not
love was still for each other
they couldn't bear
to see each other through blind mirrors
of sorrow and dread
they needed each other
Fireheart was about to plunge into the river, when he heard a sweet voice that calmed him.
"Fireheart?"
Fireheart looked around slowly and Sandstorm was padding toward him. Her beautiful, pale ginger coat shone even in the misty dusk of this dreaded day.
Her soft green eyes gazed upon him, "Are you alright? We've been looking for you at camp." Her eyes studied him until Fireheart replied, "I'm fine. Thanks, Sandstorm"
He and her padded back to camp together until he realized that he had one more cat he cared for in the Clan, and that was Sandstorm.
Everyday I look at her
she's wonderful
Spottedleaf is still placed inside my heart
but Sandstorm is a cat like no other
I love her
she knows me
and understands my life has been scarred
she cares for me
she won't let a day go by without spending an hour with me
by my side
on the rainy days
she curls up beside me in my den
Sandpaw is my heart
and even though she's not Spottedleaf
even though she's not tortoiseshell like Spottedleaf
even though she has green eyes instead of amber
I still care for her
my soul is put into her
Spottedleaf told me not to be blind to Sandstorm forever
and I won't
I just wanted to say
thanks, Spottedleaf
for guiding me through my life as a leader
and thanks, Sandstorm
for being there for me always