ALL CREDITS GO TO ERIN HUNTER AND LIN-MANUEL MIRANDA. I OWN NOTHING AND I DON'T INTEND TO SAY I DO. I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS.

Characters:

Angelica: Honeyfern

Eliza: Cinderheart

Hamilton: Lionblaze

Maria Reynolds: Heathertail

I knew you were mine

You said you were mine

I thought you were mine…

"Cinderheart!" Cinderheart blinked wearily, dawn light seeping into the den. It was Lionblaze.

"Come walk with me?"

They set off towards the lake. Cinderheart purred and weaved her tail with his, shocked by an unfamiliar scent.

"Who- what's that?"

Lionblaze uncomfortably looked down and licked his chest.

"Nobody."

Do you know what Angelica said

When we saw your first letter arrive

She said

'Be careful with that one, love.

He will do what it takes to survive.'

Honeyfern stared at her.

"And you couldn't recognize the scent at all?"

Cinderheart glanced around. "I mean- no. No."

Honeyfern said, "Well, when I came back, I smelled WindClan."

Cinderheart looks up, upset. "I feel terrible saying this- but can you watch him."

A nod. "Okay."

On rereading the letters you wrote me

I'm searching and scanning for answers in every line

For some kind of sign

And when you were mine

He had been at the dirt-place that night for a very long time…

The next morning, she confronted him about the situation.

"Where were you last night?"

He whirled around, almost knocking her off her feet.

"The dirtplace."

"Then why did you take so long? I waited up half the night for you-"

"Which was none of your business." He cut her off, whirling and lashing his tail so hard it smacked her across the face.

The world seemed to burn…

Burn…

Cinderheart stood over Honeyfern's body.

Honeyfern…

In clearing your name, you have ruined our lives…

"Lionblaze!" Cinderheart pounced, and he instinctively flipped her over onto her back, claws digging into her shoulder. His claws relaxed.

"It's you." He turned away with a whisk of his tail.

"No!" She chased after him. "Where have you been?"

He turned to her. "Fine! The tunnels."

"The tunnels? Have you-" Her voice cracked- "Have you been meeting someone?"

"Yes."

She sprinted back into the forest, out of ThunderClan territory, out of his pleading gaze…

"No! Cinderheart! Wait!"

Do you know what Angelica said

When she'd read what you'd done?

She said

'You have married an Icarus.

He has flown too close too close to the sun.'

Cinderheart opened her eyes.

"Honeyfern…"

And there she was, her beautiful sister.

"Cinderheart. Oh, Cinderheart…"

Her sister curled up next to her.

"He…"

"I know."

"B-but-" she blubbered.

"Yes, yes, I know… I'm so sorry."

I'm erasing myself from the narrative

Let future historians wonder how Eliza reacted

When you broke her heart…

"Cinderheart!"

She sprang up from inside the dead tree, whirling around to see Lionblaze in the abandoned forest.

"How did you get here?"

His eyes were filled with sorrow. His tail dropped.

"Cinderheart, I'm so-"

Her claws slashed open her nose. Blood dripped down his muzzle. Lionblaze instinctively jumped and leapt right onto her shoulders.

"See? You never loved me…" Cinderheart squirmed away and ran.

You have torn it all apart

I'm watching it

Burn…

"Poppyfrost!" Cinderheart collapses onto her sister.

"Wha-"

But Cinderheart was already gone, ran out with an idea.

You forfeit all rights to my heart!
You forfeit the place in our bed!
You'll sleep in your office instead!

With only the memories, of when you were mine…

Cinderheart shredded up the bed, imagining Lion- no, his face. That name would not be allowed in her thoughts ever again.

"Cinderheart?"

She looked up to see the tom's broad frame in the entrance to the den. She threw herself out, but he beat her back.

"Listen to me…"

"NO!" She bellows. "YOU WILL NOT DISGRACE ME WITH YOUR PRESENCE EVER AGAIN! OUT! OUT!"

I hope that you

Burn…

"Lionblaze?" Her voice suddenly softened.

"Yes?" His voice rang in relief.

Her voice hardened. "I hope you take after your name. I hope that you burn."

And with that, she haughtily whisked her tail as she stormed out, leaving the golden tom alone.