Cinderpelt lay quietly in her den, thinking her plan over.
A few sunrises had passed since Spottedleaf had started teaching her how to get Fireheart's attention: how to show off her core, or tease his eyes with fleeting glances of it; how to talk and act in a manner that got him going; how to rub up against him in a manner that got the message across. After all her practice, she was ready.
She had planned how she would approach it, taking Spottedleaf's techniques into consideration. Having gone over her plan one more time, she stood up and started padding out of her den.
But as her paws carried her into the camp, Cinderpelt still felt hesitation trying to pull her back.
She wasn't sure she could go through with it. If her plans succeeded, everything would change. Although it was her dream, Cinderpelt wasn't sure if she would be ready for everything that would come of this.
And then there was just how embarrassing it was. It had taken Cinderpelt long enough to feel comfortable talking to just Spottedleaf about mating. Fireheart was a completely different story. She felt like if she screwed up, she would get laughed out of the Clan.
But as she walked out of her den, Fireheart caught sight of her and started padding up to her. The sight of his bright green eyes gave Cinderpelt the strength she needed to go through with this.
"Hello, Cinderpelt," the ginger tom mewed as he came face to face with the grey she-cat. "How are things today?"
Cinderpelt took a deep breath in and, playing it cool, mewed "Oh, everything's fine. I was just about to restock my supplies."
"Oh? Good luck with that." Fireheart meowed warmly. But before he could sneak off, Cinderpelt gestured for him to stay.
"Actually, Fireheart," Cinderpelt interrupted. "I'm in pretty desperate need of supplies, and I don't think I can carry everything I need alone." She began to look down sadly, catching Fireheart's attention.
"You see, me and Yellowfang used to do this together," she finished with a note of sadness in her voice.
Cinderpelt's thoughts drifted back to her mentor, making her feeling guilty about how she had all but forgotten about Yellowfang during this whole seduction business. The grumpy old she-cat would probably be pretty disappointed about the kind of inappropriate things that she was being shoved aside for.
Fireheart looked sympathetically at Cinderpelt, and the she-cat knew just what to do.
"Since I'm all alone, I was wondering if you could help me." She asked sweetly.
"Sure, sounds great." Fireheart meowed, unsuspecting of her true intentions. "I just need to organise today's patrols first. I'll meet you at the gorse tunnel, okay?"
"Okay, Fireheart." Cinderpelt purred as the tom walked away.
Everything was going according to plan.
Fireheart and Cinderpelt trudged through the undergrowth back towards ThunderClan camp, their jaws filled with herbs.
Cinderpelt had gotten them to collect an assorted bundle of herbs. Tansy, feverfew, yarrow, it didn't matter. Her shortage of supplies was just a lie to get her alone with Fireheart.
As she led him through a remote part of the territory, Cinderpelt got ready to spring into action.
Walking with her bundle of herbs, Cinderpelt suddenly started slowing her pace. As she slowed down, Fireheart starting to close the distance between them.
The medicine cat was putting extra weight on her injured leg, making her limp even more awkward than usual as she trudged through the forest.
Fireheart finally caught up to her and asked "Are you okay? Your limp is looking pretty bad."
"No, I'm fine," Cinderpelt mumbled around her bundle of herbs, glad that her awkward stumbling had caught his attention. The trap was ready to spring.
Taking a few more steps, Cinderpelt intentionally tripped and fell, dropping her herbs in front of her. As she collapsed to the ground, she made sure to land in such a way that her legs were splayed just the right way so that her bright pink core was in full view.
Fireheart just stared down at Cinderpelt with her awkwardly spread legs, dropping his bundle of herbs quickly.
"Cinderpelt, are you okay?" he asked urgently as he looked down, wide-eyed, at the fallen medicine cat.
Cinderpelt turned her head towards him, smiling lightly as she showed off her core. "Like what you see?" she purred seductively, her tail teasingly sweeping between her legs.
"What?" Fireheart asked.
Cinderpelt flinched. Shocked with what she had just said, she hid her face in shame. Just what kind of dirty things am I saying? she thought, wallowing in embarrassment.
Regaining her composure, she readied herself for the next step. She turned her face back towards Fireheart, a sad look in her eyes.
"Fireheart, it's my leg," she mewed pitifully, "It's been bothering me so much lately, but I didn't want to tell anyone because I was afraid of being a burden."
"Oh, no, you're not a burden," Fireheart mewed sympathetically, but Cinderpelt caught a bit of awkwardness in his tone. His eyes were obviously wandering between her hind legs, but the tom was too meek to say anything about it.
"Fireheart, my leg is really sore," she meowed, continuing her act, "I think it would be really helpful if you gave me a… massage."
"A… what?" Fireheart asked his embarrassment obvious.
"You know, a massage," Cinderpelt meowed, "To help relax the muscles. It would make my leg feel much better."
"I-I don't know about this…" Fireheart stammered.
"Fireheart, I'm the medicine cat," Cinderpelt teased, "And I think it would be best for my condition is you massaged my injured leg."
"Okay," Fireheart sighed, bending down near her hind legs. Cinderpelt saw his gaze flit towards her core a few times, but Fireheart was too embarrassed to let it linger for too long.
We'll just have to fix that. Cinderpelt though mischievously.
Fireheart placed his paw on Cinderpelt's outstretched leg, and cautiously started softly kneading it.
"Oh, Fireheart," Cinderpelt moaned softly, trying to as sound alluring as she could, "It's working perfectly. Keep going!"
Fireheart flinched at the suggestive tone in her voice, and nervously added his second paw, rubbing her leg softly. "Fireheart, keep going!" Cinderpelt purred.
Fireheart kept kneading his paws, his discomfort obvious. Cinderpelt caught even more glances at her core. "Harder, Fireheart, harder!" she moaned, hoping to really get him going.
He continued rubbing her outstretched leg, Cinderpelt moaning as she spread herself out even more.
"A bit higher," Cinderpelt purred, Fireheart obliging as he slowly moved his paws up her hind leg.
"Oh, that feels good," she groaned. Cinderpelt could feel Fireheart twitch at what she said. He was more resilient that she thought, but she knew he would cave eventually.
"Higher!" she purred again, getting Fireheart to slide up her leg just a bit more. Just a little bit closer to his destination.
Cinderpelt's own excitement was beginning to grow as she saw Fireheart inching higher and higher up her leg. Her core was getting hotter and hotter as she moaned in anticipation.
"Just a bit higher," she purred again. Fireheart was getting closer and closer to her. She noticed that his head was turned away from her, but he couldn't hide his occasional glances at her core, moistening in anticipation of his touch.
Cinderpelt spread her legs even further, moaning softly. "Oh, yes, Fireheart, yes…" Her mind was lost in her fantasies. Fireheart was inching closer and closer…
"A bit higher," she moaned. She could feel Fireheart twitching in embarrassment as her kept kneading at her with his paws, just a whisker length away from her core.
The second he touched the soft sensitive flesh… The second his paw caressed her opening… One thing would lead to another, and in that moment, he would be hers.
Cinderpelt felt herself getting hotter as Fireheart neared her wet core, barely able to contain her pleasure. "Oh, Fireheart!" she moaned one last time.
"Uh, Cinderpelt?" Fireheart meowed. He suddenly stopped, leaving Cinderpelt feeling disappointed.
"What is it, Fireheart?" she mewed, putting on her cutest voice in hope that he had only stopped because he wanted to take it to the next level.
"Your leg," he replied, "It was moving."
"What?" Cinderpelt gasped.
"Just as I was finishing your massage," Fireheart mewed, "Your leg started twitching. I think it should be able to carry you back to camp now."
Cinderpelt stared in shock. She didn't even notice. She was so caught up in the massage that she must have been kicking out reflexively.
"Are you okay to head back to camp now?" Fireheart asked as he stepped over to pick up his dropped bundle of herbs. He was still averting his gaze from Cinderpelt's exposed backside.
"Of course," Cinderpelt mumbled, covering herself as she got back up. She picked up her bundle of herbs, grumbling to herself.
With their herbs recollected, they resumed their walk, an awkward silence permeating the air.
As she and Fireheart continued their trek back to camp, Cinderpelt couldn't stop being angry at herself. If she could have just kept her leg stiff for five more seconds, Fireheart probably would have mounted her by now!
Or maybe not. Fireheart was even more clueless than she thought. She had expected him to give in much earlier, but he was far too polite to gawk at her, and too mousebrained to take a hint.
Cinderpelt was too busy wallowing in her own embarrassment and feelings of failure to notice when they got back to camp. Blindly following Fireheart back into her den, they set down their herbs in front of her medicine supply.
"I trust you can sort these out yourself," Fireheart mewed, "But don't push yourself too hard; you don't want that leg acting up again."
Cinderpelt looked up at Fireheart's sympathetic gaze and mumbled "Yes, Fireheart."
Fireheart started padding out of her den, while Cinderpelt gloomily slunk towards her nest.
Suddenly, Fireheart stopped. "Uh, Cinderpelt?" he asked awkwardly, looking back at the medicine cat.
"What is it?" she asked without looking back, trying her best to sound cheery.
"I-it's just… about that massage…" Fireheart stammered.
Cinderpelt's ears shot straight up. Could he have…? She excitedly stood up and faced the ginger tom.
"Yes, what about it?" she purred in another of her suggestive tones.
"Well, you see…" Fireheart mewed, still struggling to get the words out. "You see, when you were lying on the ground I saw…"
Cinderpelt giggled. She knew very well what he saw, and she was willing to show him more. "Yes, what did you see?"
"Well, you were exposing yourself," he meowed, "I-I wasn't staring or anything, but I could see your… your…"
"My…?" Cinderpelt added playfully.
Fireheart could barely make eye contact with Cinderpelt as he continued to blurt out words. "Well, I saw some very private things. And I think it would be best if I didn't see… it… again."
"What?" Cinderpelt almost shrieked, all of her sorrows suddenly rushing back to her.
"Well, you're our medicine cat" Fireheart meowed. "I think it best of you kept those parts of you hidden as much as you can."
Cinderpelt just stared on as he continued. "You know it's forbidden for you to take a mate, so I don't want you exposing those parts, even if by accident. Some toms might get the wrong idea, and some might even want to take advantage of you in that position."
Cinderpelt felt like bashing her head against the wall. "Yes, Fireheart," she murmured.
"Good," Fireheart mewed happily, "You're lucky it was just me that saw. Try to be more careful next time, okay?"
With a polite swish of the tail, Fireheart walked out of Cinderpelt's den.
Cinderpelt stood silently for a few heartbeats, waiting until Fireheart was out of earshot. Once he was gone, Cinderpelt let out a frustrated wail and angrily plunked down into her soft nest.
Mousebrained tom!