This is for Nightscar of frostclan's Love sucks or does it? Challenge. I tend to twist my stories... a lot... as in make good characters bad and bad characters good... so watch out. Also, this is rated T only because I want to be safe. Still... careful.
She had done it! She had told him! She had finally told him how she felt, but now she had to wait for him to reply. Biting her lip, she stared at the golden tabby tom.
"Hawkfang-" she started.
"Streamsplash, I-I love you, too!" Hawkfang said, his muzzle drawing up in a smile. Streamsplash sighed in relief, and broke into a steady purr. Hawkfang brushed his golden tabby fur across her pale gray fur.
"I'm so happy." she whispered, drinking in Hawkfang's scent. The golden tom pressed his muzzle into her fur and sighed contentedly. The pair lay in the sun-dappled clearing, with entwined tails, breathing slowly and feeling the most simplistic form of perfection. True love.
Cheesy! Streamsplash thought with a laugh. But so true... Birds chirped in the background, and prey scuffled in the leaves busily. A bumblebee buzzed from daisy to daisy, collecting pollen and nectar. The oak leaves above them quivered in the warm western breeze.
A dark black kit pounced in her brother. The pale tabby tom squeaked in surprise and he was battered with tiny paws. Hawkfang laughed and turned his liquid amber eyes on Streamsplash.
"One day we'll have beautiful kits, just like that." he said, looking at the kits again. Streamsplash smiled.
"I'd like that a lot." she said quietly, flicking her fluffy tail casually. The mother of the two kits put a large paw in between the quarreling siblings, scolding them for bickering.
The green-leaf sun shined down onto the clearing as an elegant, long-haired she-cat padded into the ThunderClan camp.
"Rippleshadow!" Streamsplash called to her sister. The silver she-cat twisted backwards her head to look at Streamsplash and Hawkfang. "If you're finished hunting, come and sit in the sun with us." she asked. Rippleshadow glared at her.
"I have better things to do than bask in the sun." she hissed coolly. Streamsplash stared after.
She's just jealous! She thought with sniff. But I have Hawkfang, and she'll just have to live with that. Streamsplash smiled at the thought. She turned to Hawkfang.
"I guess she's right, Streamsplash." he mewed. "We don't have time to lay around. We're supposed to be hunting while there's prey in the forest." Hawkfang rose from where he sat, and smiled at her before departing. Streamsplash sighed, wishing that they could've spent more time together.
At least he still chose me over Rippleshadow, for once. She thought. He's mine, and not hers.
A colder breeze drifted in from the north, chilling Streamsplash to the bone. He's yours for now... it whispered. For now...
A golden tabby tom began to leave camp, in the corner of Streamsplash's eye. She turned and smiled at her mate, and called to him across the camp. "Hawkfang, wait!"
Hawkfang froze, and turned quickly. He gulped, and sat down casually to lick his paw. "Hello, Streamsplash." he greeted, not meeting her eyes. "Just going... hunting."
"Oh!" Streamsplash mewed cheerfully. "I'll come with you." she said, moving over to stand beside him. Hawkfang grunt uncomfortably.
"Well, um..." he trailed off, staring at his paws. "I-I just want to hunt on my own." he told her, shifting his weight from paw to paw. Streamsplash felt hurt punch her in the gut, but pushed it away.
"Ah..." she said, swallowing slowly. "I see. Well, guess I'll see you by sunhigh?" she asked hopefully. Hawkfang nodded silently, a faraway look in his eyes, and strutted away.
Streamsplash wanted to follow him, but she knew she would feel guilty if she spied on him, so she trotted in the opposite direction that her mate had gone.
The forest was filled with the scents of prey and it took Streamsplash's mind off of her worries about Hawkfang. A mouse flicked its bulbous eyes back and forth, searching for danger, but it didn't catch sight of Streamsplash, who was hidden in the undergrowth.
The pale gray she-cat began to advance like a silent shadow. She bit her lip, a funny habit she had while stalking. She slipped underneath the thorns and waited for the right moment.
A loud mrrow erupted from somewhere on Streamslash's right, an she, along with the mouse, whipped around, and the mouse immediately saw the large predator about a fox-length away, and disappeared just as Streamsplash looked back at it.
"Fox-dung!" she cursed, batting at a leaf angrily. "Whatever mouse-brain who just cost me my kill is gonna get their ears clawed." she grumbled, stomping in the direction the noise had come from.
"Quiet! We'll get caught if you keep having outbursts like that!"
"So? We're not doing anything wrong!"
"No, but..."
"If you really loved me, you wouldn't want this-"
Streamsplash came around the bend, and laying together between two outstretched roots was a large golden tabby tom and a beautiful long-haired silver she-cat.
"Hawkfang! Rippleshadow!" Streamsplash exclaimed. Her mate sprang away from her sister.
"Streamsplash! It-it's not what it looks like, really. I'm so sorry! I just..." he trailed off, shuffling his paws. Streamsplash took a rapid step back, as if she had stepped on a poisoned thorn.
"How could you betray me like this? If-if you didn't want to be my mate anymore, you shouldn't have hidden it, and mated with another she-cat in secret!" she spat, the words rolling off of her tongue by themselves. Rippleshadow, her blue gaze cool and smug, slipped into place beside Hawkfang.
"It's this simple, Streamsplash: you would've reacted this way no matter what he did, and this was the best way. I'm having his kits, by the way, in two moons." she hissed, rubbing her silver pelt against Hawkfang's fur. The tabby tom looked immensely uncomfortable.
"I'm sorry, Streamsplash..." he repeated, holding onto Streamsplash's gaze. "I really am." Streamsplash curled her claws inward, and squeezed her eyes shut. Rage and hurt and blood-thirst boiled up inside of her into a dark, painful, burning solution that filled her mind and her limbs and spread like a wildfire. Her foreleg was summoned by an invisible force, and it shot out, claws extended, and carved four ruts into the beautiful face of her sister. The rage intensified, and Streamsplash flew at the other she-cat, ripping out pawfuls of her long, silver fur.
"You'll pay!" she screamed. "You'll never be desirable, or beautiful!" she said, ripping and tearing with her claws and teeth. Rippleshadow shrieked and howled and cried out, and Hawkfang stood frozen in shock as Streamsplash tore her sister into pieces. Finally, the pale young warrior reseeded, without so much as a bruise, and surveyed her handwork.
"Haw-hawkf-fang!" Rippleshadow screeched. What five minutes ago had been a pretty, shimmering silver cat was now a mass of torn fur, mangled flesh, and blood. She collapsed on the forest floor.
Hawkfang stared in horror at his mate and his former mate, eyes darting from one to the other repeatedly. Finally he looked at Streamsplash. "You-you're sick!" he stuttered, shaking. "How could you do that?"
Streamsplash looked at him, her blue eyes so full of hurt and longing and sadness. "How could you do this to me? You left me, Hawkfang. You chose her over me, and she must pay."
"Why her?" he demanded. "Why not me?" He rushed over to Rippleshadow. The once-beautiful cat was dead, blood pooling around her carcass.
"She feels no pain right now. She's at peace, in the paws of StarClan." she said, glaring at the body of her sister faintly. "But you," she said, diverting her gaze to Hawkfang. "You are in as much pain as physically and emotionally possible in this universe. You cared about her, and now she's gone. You left me alone. Now it is you, Hawkfang. You are alone." she said, greatly emphasizing her last word.
"Why, Streamsplash, why?" he asked again in a whisper, crouching low to the ground. Tears began to pour down Streamsplash's cheeks.
"I don't know why, Hawkfang!" she cried. "You did this. Not me. I don't know why!" she said again, her pale gray face stained dark under her eyes.
"No!" Hawkfang wailed. "No, I didn't want this!" Streamsplash stared at him.
"Neither did I." she whispered, and she slunk away, tail dragging, into the shadows.
I personally think I didn't end strong enough. That's my thing! I can begin a story, but when I end it, it's like,
Rippleshadow: Oh, and Sparrow doesn't own Warriors!
Sparrow: WHAT? Aren't you supposed to be dead? I killed you off, remember?
Rippleshadow: I'm a zombie, duh!
Sparrow: Anyway, she's right. I don't own Warriors, though if I did, Leafpool would, like die.XD
~Sparrowclaw of ThunderClan, Sparrowclaw, or Sparrow of da Clan of AWESOMENESS