NOTE ;; This chapter takes place after the Dark Forest. You would know about few of the events mentioned if you've read The Last Hope.
Deep within the forest, the ThunderClan camp was buzzing with activity. Patrols were sent out, and the cats were recently discussing their victorious battle between them and RiverClan earlier. Each cat that went was covered in wounds. But that didn't stop ThunderClan from doing their duties. Their victory actually motivated most cats to keep working despite their scratches and gashes.
A scarcely wounded Lionblaze just strolled into camp with a sparrow, vole, and mouse in his jaws. Ivypool and Blossomfall streaked passed him as they all headed for the fresh-kill pile to set down their prey. Lionblaze opened his jaws a bit to only release the vole and sparrow. The mouse was for his mate and kits.
He slunk over to the nursery with the mouse held firmly in his teeth, pushing himself through the entrance. He was greeted by Daisy and Brightheart. Sorreltail had recently moved out of the nursery after Lilykit and Seedkit were apprenticed, leaving only Daisy, Brightheart, and his mate.
As he padded deeper into the den, there she was. That small, fluffy gray she-cat with eyes as blue as the sky. Her backed was turned away from him as she watched her kits play. At the sound of pawsteps approaching, she twisted around and smiled at the sight of Lionblaze standing over her with a mouse.
Their kits, Featherkit, Rockkit, and Blazekit were practicing a mock battle with Brightheart's kits. Lionblaze purred in amusement as Blazekit bowled over Dewkit, planting her paws firmly on Dewkit's shoulders. Both his and Cinderheart's eyes were lit with pride.
At the sight of their father, the three kits came rushing up to their mother, crawling over her. "Watch out!" Cinderheart warned them as their tiny paws scampered across her flank and they slid onto the nest with a thud.
"Lionblaze!" Rockkit squeaked as he landed on the moss. "You're back!" All three kits let out excited murmurs.
"Just like I promise," Lionblaze purred through the mouse that he was holding. The kits seemed to notice the mouse, because their murmurs grew louder. Lionblaze set the prey down at Cinderheart's paws.
"Is that mouse for us?" Featherkit asked, climbing over her mother's flank again to stare at the mouse. Cinderheart blinked. "Are you sure you can eat mouse yet?" She asked uncertainly.
"Of course we can!" Blazekit spoke up, running around her mother so she could get a better look at the mouse, followed by her brother.
"Yeah, I ate moss that other day. That means we'll be able to eat it!" Rockkit added smugly as he wriggled over to the dead prey. Cinderheart's eyes lowered. "So that's why you had that stomach ache?" She grunted. "Rockkit, you had me worried sick over how much you were moaning. You're not even supposed to eat moss."
Lionblaze stared sternly down at his son. "You're mother's right. You don't eat moss. Where did you managed to get the moss anyway?" Feathertkit, who was prodding at the mouse's head, looked up at her father. "He probably snagged some off of our nest!" She snickered.
Rockkit glared at Featherkit. If he wasn't in the middle of a conversation he would have barreled her over and batted at her ears. But instead he shuffled his paws and glanced up at Lionblaze. "I kind of snuck into Jayfeather's den and got the extra moss he keeps in the herb storage..."
"You know you shouldn't have come into Jayfeather's den like that," Lionblaze scolded. The firmness in his gaze disappeared. He couldn't stay mad at a kit for so long. Especially not with his own kits. Rockkit already seemed to notice what he did wrong to, shuffling his paws as she was scolded. Lionblaze sighed and leaned down to lick the top of his head.
He flicked his tail across his son's ear, ushering him to go back and play with his sisters. Instantly brightening, Rockkit tumbled back to his two littermates, watching another play fight unfold between the kits.
"They're growing up to be so strong," Cinderheart's soft mew drew Lionblaze's attention back over to his mate. The golden brown tom nodded in agreement, staring down in pride at the three little bundles of fur, squeaking and batting at each other. "They'll be apprentices soon too," He reminded her, nuzzling the back of her neck gently.
"They're growing up quickly," Cinderheart purred. Lionblaze turned his head to look outside of the entrance of the nursery. Despite the others padding around to block his view, Lionblaze was strangely drawn over to the entrance of camp. For some reason he felt as if he needed to get out of camp.
"I think I'm going to go and take a walk in the forest," Lionblaze told Cinderheart. Cinderheart's blue gaze shifted up to look into his own. "A walk? I could probably go to if you'd like."
Lionblaze purred. "Yes, that'd be great." The comfort of his mate would do him some good, along with some exercise. Daisy's head immediately popped up at the mentioning of a walk. "If you're going, Cinderheart, I'll watch your kits."
The gray queen dipped her head to the former outsider. "That'd be great, thank you," She purred in gratitude before getting out of her nest and padding up to Lionblaze's side. The couple made their way out of the nursery and through the camp entrance, soon being revealed into the warm forest.
Cinderheart raised her head and opened her jaws to taste the air. "There seems to be a lot of prey out today," she remarked in satisfactory. "A good day for hunting patrols, no?"
Lionblaze nodded in agreement, scenting the air with her. And at no doubt, she was right about all of the prey. "Speaking of fresh-kill," he began. "We can also hunt while we're together too."
Cinderheart nodded vigorously, scooting over to press her pelt against her mate's. "That'd be great!" She exclaimed happily. "It's seemed like forever since I've been hunting ever since I had our kits."
Lionblaze nodded. It must be horrible for queens to be cooped up in the nursery most of the time with their kits without the exciting rush of hunting or battling. Or even just being in the forest in general.
But Lionblaze had no such interest in hunting for the day. Once the air of the revealing forest hit him, he knew why he felt so strange. He didn't want Cinderheart to come with him to where he was going either. "How about we go in different directions?" He suggested to his mate. "You know, to not scare the prey so much."
To his relief, Cinderheart agreed with a soft purr. "How about you go south, I go North?" She offered, and Lionblaze nodded. Cinderheart was already beginning to pad off in the direction she had chosen. When she was long gone out of sight, and when she was to the point where Lionblaze couldn't scent her so well, Lionblaze began to make a run for it. Not in the north direction, but to the place he thought about going in the first place.
After a few moments of running, Lionblaze skidded into a halt when he reached his destination. The tunnels; the place where his sister 'died.' She was dead already, suffering from a neck wound from the Dark Forest battle. Now she was actually gone, up with StarClan forever.
But Hollyleaf's untrue confirmation of death from the collapse of the tunnels was not the only memory Lionblaze had about such a place. It was also where he had played with Heathertail, his childhood crush. They had never seen the faults of playing together in the tunnels; such foolish young ones they were.
But Lionblaze already had a mate, and by the looks of it at Gatherings, Heathertail had no mate at all. Especially since Breezetail was run out by his own father, Crowfeather. What a prick, running another son of his away. Now that he thought about it, he guessed that only Breezepelt was the one that considered him and Heathertail to be together.
Hestitantly moving forward, closer to the tunnel, he could see that most the decay of ricks and dirt had cleared up from the collapse it had moons ago and the leftover debris beheld the tunnel itself behind it.
Digging at the remaining dirt, he soon finished and looked inside. A clear but dark path into the tunnel. And suddenly, nostalgia hit him like a wave for those times of playing with Heathertail. Without thinking, he dove into the hole and crawled through the dark tunnel, pressing his pelt against the wall the feel for his path.
He must have lost his mind, going back into these old tunnels. They could collapse once more, and Lionblaze was sure he wouldn't have any strategy to survive like his sister did.
With the swirling nostalgia and thoughts flowing in his mind, the sudden noise of a hiss grabbed his attention. Another cat was in here? Sniffing the air, Lionblaze could only find the scent of water and dirt. And also a bit of WindClan, but the tunnel was connected into the rival Clan's territory too.
"Who goes there?" He shouted a bit quietly, fearing that the tunnel might have a little avalanche if his voice rang to loud. "I can ask the same question to you," came the reply. So another cat was in here. At the sound of pawsteps moving forward, Lionblaze could indeed smell the scent of a WindClan cat. Somewhere, he recognized that voice.
His steady pace breaking into a run, he soon found himself in the large space of the tunnel where the river was. Where he and Heathertail used to play. And soon revealed to the light from the gap at the top, Lionblaze found himself face-to-face with Heathertail herself.
"Heathertail!" Lionblaze gasped breathily, taking a step back as he glanced at her tabby brown pelt. "Lionblaze." He expected a growl from his past friend, but instead her voice was gentle - with a tinge of her snobby firmness as well, of course. "Nice meeting you here."
Lionblaze was lost for words for a moment until he blurted out, "What are you doing in here?"
A frown was plastered across Heathertail's muzzle. "Well, this tunnel is also connected to WindClan. And I could ask you the same thing." An eerie, uncomfortable silence drifted between the pair until Heathertail's jaws open to speak again. "Lionblaze," She whispered. "Don't you remember?"
Lionblaze nodded. "How we used to play in here," He replied softly. He almost missed the small and sudden smirk on the WindClan she-cat's face as she lowered down a bit. "I wish we could relive those memories," She sighed.
"Yeah," Lionblaze agreed. Silence came once more between them, before Heathertail's voice rang through the tunnel again. "How about we try again?" She suggested, lowering down into a crouch. Lionblaze tilted his head to one side dumbly.
Heathertail noticed his how he seemed so clueless to her question and rolled her light blue eyes. "I mean play with me, you rabbit-brain!" Now why she was crouching made sense. Lionblaze totally had the wrong idea.
His mind was still infected with the nostalgia as he crouched down. The sickness of remembrance had made him lose his common sense. With a playful wiggle of her rump, Heathertail lunged forward. Lionblaze missed her attack just by a mousetail, rearing up on his hind legs and batting at her flank. Startled at the sudden impact, the WindClan she-cat fell to the ground on her flank with a thud, landing dangerously close to the calm river in the middle of the tunnel.
Lionblaze gulped. Heathertail could've fell in the water, and StarClan knows if she would survive the deep depth of water, considering what happened last time when they were apprentices. And Heathertail just laid there, not even twitching. Startled, Lionblaze moved over to her. "Heathertail...?" He murmured, prodding her with a paw.
At the sudden touch Heathertail lunged up. "Gotcha!" She shouted in triumph as she batted at his underbelly as if she was clawing it. Lionblaze heaved himself up before Heathertail could plan another attack, kicking her away from him. Instead of charging towards her, he got to his paws and sped away, since Heathertail had gotten her senses back and ran over to him, giving chase.
The two ran in a circle around the cave, zigzagging to catch each other off, jumping over the river times again. Lionblaze was fast, but Heathertail was faster, gaining up on him with every stride. Looking behind his shoulder, Lionblaze could see Heathertail right behind him. With a final pounce to land on him, Lionblaze whipped around and slammed his paws into the startled she-cat's chest, pushing her to the floor.
Lionblaze stood over her, having her pinned into the dirt as his forepaws moved over to her shoulders and his hind paws stood on her lower region to pin her down firmly. "Looks like WindClan speed is beaten by ThunderClan strength," He meowed cheerfully. Heathertail stared up at him with defiant but playful blue orbs. "I would've gotten you if you hadn't turned around and scared me like that!" She countered.
A wild smirk was plastered on Lionblaze muzzle. Suddenly, Heathertail's left hind leg shifted, making his own move closer to the center of her lower region, and a little too close for comfort to something else...
Just a light tap of the warm flesh sent Lionblaze a bit wild. His hind leg moved off of Heathertail's body and into the dirt. His fur grew immensely warm at the thought of Cinderheart learning about this. She'd be mad about him just stepping into the tunnels, actually.
To make matters worse, Heathertail was staring up at him, her light optics staring into his with no emotion. She broke her gaze away from him as her eyes flickered at the entrance of the tunnel, as if a cat was suddenly going to appear. "Heathertail, I'm so-" Lionblaze began, but Heathertail interrupted him. "Lionblaze," She murmured calmly, staying completely still. "You can..touch me there, if you want."
Lionblaze just stood there, dumbfounded with his jaws slightly open as if he wanted to say something. Heathertail wanted him to...what? Suddenly, the nostalgia flooded him again. The love he experienced for Heathertail, the times he risked himself by going out at midnight to play with Heathertail in the same old tunnels at his early youth.
Lionblaze knew that he was completely out of the line as his tail moved towards Heathertail's core, but he also knew that he wanted to do this. Cinderheart didn't need to know.
His tailtip rested right above the WindClan feline's core. Looking up into Heathertail's eyes as if a confirmation to continue, the she-cat nodded, and his tip slowly drifted down. His tailtip met flesh, and he moved it up and down and side to side across the core.
Soft moans escaped Heathertail's lips. Even with such quiet noises, Lionblaze felt himself tremble in excitement. But he knew he must wait until the real fun to begin. His duty now was to prepare Heathertail. With each moan his tip flickered faster and faster, creating friction between his tip and her already warm core.
After a few minutes of stroking her core and soft moans, Heathertail's lower region suddenly pushed upward, pressing more pressure against her core with Lionblaze's tailtip. "Lick?" She pleaded.
A smirk appeared along Lionblaze's muzzle. "Alright," He agreed. "But prepare yourself; it might not feel to right at first." Then his muzzle lowered down to her core. He sniffed at the warm flesh, breathing in the heat that radiated off it like a sun's beam. Another soft moan came from Heathertail as the air flowed along her sensitive area. Her moan transformed into a yelp as something rough rasped over her flesh without warning.
Lionblaze's tongue had flicked out and made its first move across Heathertail's flesh. "Told ya," He muttered. Heathertail rolled her eyes. "I didn't think it'd be that extreme!" She snapped. Her lower region raised up more. "Just continue."
Without replying, Lionblaze began to continue his work. His tongue worked over the light pink flesh once more, and there were more sweet moans from the WindClan cat before him. Lionblaze kept the same pace while licking at her core awhile, his eardrums clouded with the sounds of Heathertail's breaths and moans.
Suddenly, Heathertail's jaws opened as if he she wanted to speak. "Faster," she requested - well, more like demanded than just a simple request. But Lionblaze gladly obeyed her order, and his tongue rasped faster across her core. Louder moans were heard from Heathertail - a sweet song to the ThunderClan feline's ears.
He didn't even wait for another command to go faster from Heathertail. His speed increased along with how rough his tongue swept across her folds. The harder rate of licking sent shivers up Heathertail's body. Soon her moans were not just pleasurable sounds escaping her throat - this time her moans were saying Lionblaze's name, softly but seductively.
At the sound of his name being called in such a manner, Lionblaze instantly felt himself being turned on more, licking faster and rougher at the rosy pink flesh. Heathertail's hind legs widened apart a bit more to give him more space, her moans drifting off into purrs.
Lionblaze could feel his member starting to harden. It had 'accidently' popped out if its sheathe when he first started to stroke Heathertail. Suddenly his tongue stopped moving along her core, and Heathertail's moans and purrs had hushed down at the lack of movement.
She leaned up slightly to see what was going on, and just as she was about to say something, her voice was pitched up to a howl. Lionblaze had buried his tongue into her entrance, but the sandpaper licking utensil made no movement at her sudden outburst. He drew his tongue out of her core, concerned as he looked up at Heathertail. "Did it hurt that much?" He asked, disappointment lingering in his voice no matter how much he tried to keep it out.
Heathertail seemed to sense the disappointment. But she didn't sigh as if giving into him. Having something inside her like that was pretty painful and it felt weird to have something sticking around her insides; but the slender she-cat couldn't deny that she wanted it. "Yeah," she admitted, and inched closer to him. "But," she continued with a small smirk. "it felt nice." She pushed up her lower region once more, and Lionblaze happily obliged her silent request.
Once again, his tongue was inserted into her genital. Heathertail held in a gasp of surprise and pain, but reared up her lower body some more. Lionblaze began to move around inside of her, and she could feel the pain ebbing away into something more - pleasure.
Heathertail could even hear herself purring as Lionblaze's tongue lathered against her walls, spreading saliva in it's path. She could feel him try to drive his tongue in deeper into her, and she gave him more support by bucking her hips.
Lionblaze forcefully shoved his tongue deeper into her core, making Heathertail make a sound in her throat that sounded like a groan and a moan mixed together. He smirked; that's what he liked to hear. He pushed in a bit deeper, reaching his limit.
All this pleasure was hypnotizing to the young WindClan warrior. Her tail lashed slowly, but eagerly. As if her brain had a mind of its own, her hind paws suddenly kicked out and pushed Lionblaze away.
The tom was sent hopping uneasily away by the impact."What was that for?" Lionblaze, bewildered, looked up in surprise. As soon as he finished his sentence, his precum-coated tongue flicked out hungrily. In front of him stood Heathertail, crouched down with her pale pink core glazed with clear fluid and revealed into the open. Lionblaze stalked closer - now things would get real.
Heathertail stood rigid as Lionblaze began sniffing at her core. He gave it a single lick and slid his tongue back in his mouth - he had done enough licking, and Heathertail agreed.
"Come on," she snapped irritably, moving back to press her core closer to Lionblaze. Engulfed by the warm scent of her genitals, he didn't need to be told twice to hurry as he climbed on top of her.
A low purr rumbled in Heathertail's throat, but stop as he settled down on her. "You sure about this?" He asked. "It'll hurt." He was no she-cat, but with Cinderheart's complaining the time they mated it could hurt Heathertail too. But the tabby only nodded. "I'm sure." She wriggled her rump, making Lionblaze's member twitch as it came in contact with fur and flesh.
With the confirmation, Lionblaze began to rub his length along her core, not bothering to dive in yet. He could feel Heathertail tense under him, but soon her muscles relax and he continued his rubbing.
"How long are you going to be doing this?" She asked with a snort. Lionblaze did not reply. Instead, he finally decided to go in. First, Heathertail didn't react too much as the head was in, but as he went deeper into half of his length was in, she let out a pained howl. Well, this was it. Her 'innocence' was gone. Or as the gossiping she-cats she heard say in her Clan, Lionblaze had 'popped her cherry.' ...Geez, those she-cats were so loud and inappropriate.
"Told ya," Lionblaze chuckled. Frowning, Heathertail curled her tail and moved it over to Lionblaze's member, giving it a squeeze. Lionblaze instantly groaned lustily. "It'll get better," he promised. "Trust me."
With that, he began to move in deeper, and Heathertail tried to ignore the rising pain. Lionblaze wasn't surprised to feel that Heathertail was quite moist on the inside. Good. This should be easy. He shoved his tomhood down more into her and heard a small moan from Heathertail.
The pain seemed to ebb away and the pleasure began to increase, Heathertail noted, and she raised her rump higher. Lionblaze began to explore her more, sliding in deeper to find his limits. Nice and tight, wet, and though he wasn't in all the way, he figured she was deep enough.
Then he began to pull out. Heathertail turned to see why he stopped, but when she opened her mouth it was only to let out a loud squeak as Lionblaze piratically rammed into her.
He repeated the process, grabbing onto Heathertail's scruff as he soon had a steady pace. In and out. In and out. Soft moans from Heathetail became louder as he continued. "Faster," the WindClan huffed out, pushing her rump out more.
Lionblaze continued with a more rapid pace, just as eager as his new mate. He could feel himself getting deeper with every push. Keeping a firm hold on Heathertail's scruff, he began to go faster.
This pace did not seem to satisfy Heathertail. "Come on, as tough as you are, you can't go-" she broke off to let out another long moan "...faster?" Lionblaze smirked through her fur. He only seemed to be going slow since Cinderheart had requested it when it was her first time. But if Heathertail wanted it this much...
Pulling out again, Lionblaze slammed into her, instantly pushing himself in deeper than where he was before. With the collision, a both painful and pleasure moan was released from Heathertail. The tom's pace became much more frantic and quick as he pushed in and out of Heathertail, earning a groan with every push from the cat under him.
"Oh, StarClan, yes.." Heathertail purred loudly, bucking her hips in motion with his cock. This helped Lionblaze get deeper inside her.
After a few moments doing the process, Lionblaze stopped pulling out and then in. Instead, after pushing in one time, he kept in, only pulling back a bit while still inside her and pushing down deeper to see how far he could go.
A confused Heathertail could only let her moaning become lower until one moment, a flurry of sensation flowed through her veins and a pleasurable yowl escaped her.
Found it! Lionblaze thought triumphantly as he found her most sensitive spot. He thrust in and out, hitting the same spot several times. With each hit, Heathertail let out the loudest moans she had ever let out that evening.
Overcome by his desires, Lionblaze's pounding became much more rough as he hit against the spot. Heathertail felt quite uneasy at how hard he was being. "L-Lionblaze," she stammered as the pain she knew before came back to her, and even when her hips stopped syncing with his member, he still kept thrusting. Her eyes narrowed to pained slits. "S-s-top it." Though she couldn't deny her own lust as she kept still, letting him dominate her and the moans came out of her throat on instinct.
Lionblaze did not listen. Turning her head for a split second, she could see the wild look in his eyes as he bit deeper into her scruff and became more coarse with his movements. Might as well go with it - after all, she was enjoying this too.
It wasn't long before Heathertail could feel something wrong besides the vivacious feeling of her sensitive spot being pounded into. "Ehh.." she began. What was going on. What she didn't expect was for something warm to burst out onto her inside and slide like a train out of her. She was cut off with a loud shriek as she came, and arched her back in pure delight at the flurry of what she was feeling. Lionblaze was taken off-guard by the sudden release of Heathertail's fluids, but he kept pumping roughly as white liquid spilled over his member as he tried to reach his own limit.
It wasn't long before Lionblaze had to come, either. He could feel it - and as soon as the twinge came, he made his last thrust deep inside of her and his seed came out in a quick rush, groaning in pleasure. Both cats were soon yowling their ecstasy through the tunnels. Heathertail couldn't help but be surprised no cat could hear them with all the noise they made.
With a few more thrusts, Lionblaze let go of her scruff and collapsed behind her. Heathertail stood the in the crouching position before dropping to the ground in her own and Lionblaze's mixed liquids, watching them flow into the river. A lick against her core caught her attention, and Lionblaze looked up at her mischievously. "You were good for your first try," he commented, licking the white out of the fur on her thigh lovingly. Heathertail leaned over to begin grooming him, too.
The two didn't have any time to lay together, because soon they both heard Lionblaze's name being called. The tom froze - oh StarClan, he forgot all about Cinderheart. Sharing a glance with Heathertail, the WindClan she-cat only mouthed 'go'. That was all Lionblaze needed to follow his scent back to get out of the tunnel. With a small smile, Heathertail happily retired to the tunnel she came through.
Soon Lionblaze reached light and was already bounding toward the source of Cinderheart's calls. He skidded to a halt to keep himself from colliding with the grey cat in front of him, panting. "Lionblaze!" She exclaimed, observing him. "Where have you been?" She looked down. "And why don't you have any prey."
Lionblaze glanced around sheepishly. "I couldn't find any prey," he quickly explained his absence to his mate...well, other mate. Cinderheart purred softly and gave his ear a lick. "That's alright." She flicked her tail to two mice and a blackbird. "I think I've caught enough. Would you like to keep hunting? Or we could go back."
"Go back," Lionblaze replied. All he wanted to do was rest, still in his daze after the 'special time' he spent with his WindClan childhood crush. The queen only shook her head and snickered. "Alright. You sure do seem sleepy, though." Picking up her prey, Cinderheart padded over to his side as the made their way back to camp.
Lionblaze shot a short glance at Cinderheart and trudged beside her. He'd surely be screwed if anyone found out about his activities in the tunnel. But he surely wouldn't forget what he had done with Heathertail. Cinderheart didn't have to know. Better safe than sorry than getting your heart and your first mate's heart broken, right?
Finally I'm done with this chapter. It took me so long to finish it for some reason. Inspired by my love for LionxHeather and hatred for LionxCinder, I decided to do this.
Next up will be LeopardxMisty - hopefully the beginning of this chapter won't drag on so long as it did with the first and this chapter. After that, I will be free for requests!