True Love
Summary: What if Spottedleaf hadn't died, and she and Firepaw got together? True love finds a way...
Disclaimer: I only own the plot.
Chapter One: Struggles
a/n: some of this may not be accurate... it's been a while since I've read Into the Wild.
I yawned, stretching. It was an ordinary day in the clan, as far as they go. My eyes found two of the older apprentices, Firepaw and Graypaw, who were practicing their battle skills.
Firepaw was an interesting cat. He had been a kittypet, and was new to the clan. Sadly, not many cats accepted him... but I did.
He was admirable in his morals, and showed the makings of a true warrior. And, he was really a very stunning cat. His pelt was of flame, and his eyes shone like emeralds... quite a handsome young tom...
I snapped out of my daze. I was a medicine cat! It was wrong for me to think things like that...
"Whoa!" Graypaw hissed as Firepaw flung him to the ground. His yellow eyes shone. "That was a pretty good move."
Just as Firepaw began to pur his thanks, a hiss came from the fresh-kill pile.
"Yes. For a kittypet."
Firepaw drew up his lips and snarled at the young pale ginger she-cat who was glaring at him.
"Like you would know, Sandpaw."
With a flick of her tail, the haughty apprentice stalked off to eat with Dustpaw.
Sandpaw was a promising apprentice, but had quite a sharp tongue, and didn't seem to like Firepaw that much. Then again, not many cats were all that fond of him, thanks to his roots.
I watched as Graypaw shouldered him. "It'll be alright. Sandpaw doesn't know a thing about fighting. All hunting, that cat."
I could tell that he was lying-I had seen Sandpaw fight-, but he wanted to comfort his friend. Besides, Firepaw was as good a fighter as I was.
Firepaw shrugged. Then, a grimace flickered on his face. "I have to go help Yellowfang with her ticks, now."
Graypaw smirked. "Good luck."
I watched as the flame colored apprentice padded over to me.
"Hello, Spottedleaf. I need some mouse bile."
As I stalked into the depths of my den, I thought of him. Lately, I had been very flustered around Firepaw. Why?
Carefully, I brought the awful cure over to him. "Here you go. Remember, it tastes terrible."
He purred. "I know. You've told me that a million times."
And with that, Firepaw padded off.
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"Glassface?" I gasped, staring at my mentor. The pale gray she-cat purred at me.
"Letting our feelings get in the way, are we, Spottedleaf?"
I looked around the mossy clearing. "I have no idea ehat you're talking about."
I knew that this was a dream from Starclan, so I listened.
Glassface became serious.
"Harness your desires."
What?
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So, this is NOT a oneshot. Will update soon.