I decided to make a Slash Oneshot seiries, so.. yes, this is the first one, BrambleclawxStormfur. but before you judge me, i don't love slash, and i don't hate it either. This is an expirement of mine to find out if i can write slash. I'll be picking random or common slash pairings, though they arn't too common on the Warriors section of Fanfiction, but i'll try. This one is BramblexStorm, and the next will either be RavenpawxBarley or BrokenstarxBlackfoot... anyways, review or flame, i don't care.


Two lean shapes walked through the darkness of the forest, pelts brushing, pawsteps so close they intertwined. They paused together at the edge of the WindClan border, sniffing the air, searching for those who may be watching, then turned and headed upstream together.

One was a big, dark brown tabby tom, with fierce amber eyes. But through the hardness, they softened whenever he looked upon the face of his companions serious, strong features.

He companion was large as well, with long, thick dark gray fur and sharp amber eyes that matched the dark tabbies. They traveled further upstream, to a nook in the river that was shaded by ferns and protected by brambles. Carefully slipping through, one after another, they entered and stretched out on the sandy beach, pressing their pelts together.

It was their only escape, the last escape, their last, desperate escape from the world around them. In the camp they were subject to be expected to be leaders, untouchable and strong, with mates and kits to carry on their blood. But outside of the camp they were inwardly dying from their loneliness, of the ache they felt whenever they saw each other.

The dark gray tom knew he had loved the dark tabby from the moment they began their journey together. There was always a certain twitch of his whiskers or a flick of his ears that sent a shiver up his spine and made his ears tingle.

The dark tabby had known it since the day he had arrived with his mate, stepping between the brambles and through to the camp, where he had been to help and save him from the devastating badger attack. He had felt the rush of joy followed by the pang of loneliness, and had shoved it back to be with his own mate.

"Stormfur," murmured the dark tabby, leaning over and resting his chin on the back of the large gray tom, "Why did you take Brook as your mate?" the dark tom shifted and yawned, turning and giving the dark tabby a lick on the ear.

"She has your eyes," he meowed quietly, "Whenever I see them, I see a faint trace of you in them as well. It's a strange feeling, slightly empty, but it's enough to keep me alive." He shifted back to his original position, "What about you, Brambleclaw?"

Brambleclaw shrugged, "Firestar was your fathers' friend." He meowed, "Besides, the way she twitches her whiskers reminded me of when you were having fun with Feathertail on our journey."

"I guess our mates both remind us or us." Murmured Stormfur, "But we can't show our love to the open, and we can't completely ignore it either."

"I guess this is just how we'll have to live then," murmured Brambleclaw, "Torn between pride and love, suspended between truth and lies. Always fighting our desires and holding back a pang of hate. But I'll never change," Brambleclaw licked Stormfurs' neck, "I'll always love you, Stormfur."

Stormfur smirked, "Forever, in life and in death," he yawned, "But for now Brambleclaw, all we can do is sleep together, sleep under the stars and wish that the hellish days where we hid under pride and expectations never came."

Brambleclaw sighed, "I wish they never did."