Ah, yes. Good ol' fever-induced oneshot. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: If I owned Rainwhisker, Swallowtail and the real Warriors cats, things would be a whole lot different…
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Rainwhisker stared at the beautiful she-cat in front of him. Her dark pelt rippled in the strong wind. Her green eyes glowed with love and… was that fear?
"What is it, Swallowtail?" He asked. Swallowtail looked down at her paws.
"We- we can't do this, Rainwhisker." She looked up, eyes now bright with sorrow. "I love you, but I can't betray my clan like this. I just can't."
Rainwhisker felt the words like a physical blow. Thunder boomed overhead as rain started to pour down, soaking the two cats. "Oh." He murmured. "I see." His blue eyes narrowed in fury and sadness. "Well, I hope you're happy!" He yowled. "The perfect little apprentice, doing everything she's told! In case you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly obeying the warrior code either! I love you Swallowtail, and you've just clawed my heart in two!"
He spun around. His paws itched to run, to flee. To go back to the old forest, to be Rainpaw once more. He was all alone now. No-one was there to look after him. Another boom of thunder. A flash of lightning. Swallowtail shrieked. Rainwhisker turned to see her looking up, quivering with fear.
What happened next seemed to happen slowly, silently. The branch fell, obscuring both cats' vision.
Then it struck. The world. The branch. It all came crashing down on the young grey warrior. He heard a cracking sound, too close and grinding to be twigs. A blinding pain. Crushing pressure. His legs flailing wildly.
Then, he stepped out. He stood on a twig. He saw his own broken body hardly recognisable beneath the fallen tree. It couldn't be real. It just couldn't.
"Hello, my son."
It could.
There she was. Her smooth grey fur. Her bright blue eyes. So much like Rainwhisker. It was Willowpelt. Rainwhisker's mother. Rainwhisker's dead mother.
"I'm sorry." She mewed. "I didn't want to take you away so soon."
Rainwhisker's starry claws scraped against the tree. "I'm not going." He muttered.
"What?" Came Willowpelt's incredulous reply.
"I'm not going." He repeated. He saw his mother's look. Grief and sympathy. "I need to check on something." He croaked. His mother nodded and disappeared.
The two cats were found by a ShadowClan patrol. They were taken to their own clans. Rainwhisker saw his bloodstained body, carried by his clanmates to be buried. His legs were twisted, his skull crushed. He looked away. That wasn't what he had stayed for.
All along his journey his heart was tugged at by the wails of his sister, Sorreltail. If only he could comfort her.
Then, he found who he had been looking for. Her leg was shattered, but she was alive. That was what counted. Probably. Rainwhisker saw his only love, the beautiful Swallowtail, quivering with shock and suppressed grief. He saw her stumble to the elders' den.
He saw her curled up. The other cats were asleep. "I'm sorry." He heard her whisper. "I loved you so much."
Rainwhisker saw her head lower onto her paws, and he said the final words he could to her.
"I love you too"
His final duty done, he ran to StarClan. His family greeted him. His sorrow and guilt at dying so easily faded. He only hoped that Swallowtail could recover too.
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Sniff … So sad…
P.S. My favourite punctuation: … and (the lil' squeejly)