AN: So this is a very, very short one-shot that I wrote just now. I know that it could be longer, but I wanted to see what shorter one-shots would look like for me. Now Squirrelflight isn't dead, but I often wondered what Brambleclaw would think if he found her body somewhere in the forest. Would he ask for forgiveness? Or would he turn away in disgust?
I would also like to apologize if this didn't turn out so great. Hopefully my one-shots will get better in time.
I'm Sorry
Everything he said. Everything he did to her. He longed to take it all back.
Rain poured down on his muscular body, simmering towards the ground. His amber eyes were dark as he stared at the body that had once belonged to his former mate.
Blood now stained her dark ginger fur; the scratches and cuts that she received were barely noticeable. The fiery light that once gleamed in her eyes was no longer visible. All he could do was stare and tremble in guilt and grief.
Why was her life taken away? he wondered as he looked down at the blood-soaked ground. Did she really have this many enemies?
"I wish there was more I could do for you," he whispered out loud. "I abandoned you when you needed me the most."
He pressed his nose into her fur. Memories washed over him as he remembered the times they spent together. He could remember the times when he thought she was little more than an annoying nuisance to the Clan, or when they confessed their love to one another. All of those were bitter memories now, left in the darkness when her secret was revealed at the Gathering. Hatred for her had begun to settle in when he realized that she betrayed him.
Every time she tried to meet his gaze, he would look away. Each sharp intake of breath she made caused his sides to heave in pain. It was the betrayal that he hated more than anything else. She didn't trust him, and that was what had hurt.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "Everything I did – Everything I touched seemed to die. I was in love, foolishly in love. And I let your heart slip away from me."
Already her body felt cold. The fighting spirit that she once had was no longer with him. It loved on in Leafpool's kits. Jayfeather had the same attitude that she once had as an apprentice.
She hunts with Ashfur now, Brambleclaw thought as he rose to his paws. He would be happy until the deputy joined his starry ancestors. Until I ask her for forgiveness, he added silently.
The dark brown tabby turned around, unwilling to stare at the body any longer. His muscles felt numb as he padded towards Leafpool. Her gaze was dark and foreboding. She lifted her head to see him approaching her.
"She's gone," she whimpered.
"She's not gone." Brambleclaw rubbed his muzzle against her own. "She's with us in StarClan. She watches over us now."
