Okay, this is a strange pairing, its Tawnypelt and Blackstar but its not completely weird. If you can't deal with that pairing then skip this chapter but I think it actually turned out pretty well. Read on!
The sun shone brightly through the gray clouds, shedding light on even the darkest corners of ShadowClan's camp. The camp was not still, no, anything but that. Cats went about their daily duties, the apprentices groaned as they cleaned the elder's den, warriors chattered amongst themselves as they shared tongues or set off on yet another patrol. In fact, only one cat was being true to the name of ShadowClan, the darkest Clan in the forest.
She was not a small cat, but neither was she huge. She lurked in the shadow of a tall tree, watching some apprentices tussle with each other, brooding deep unknown thoughts. Unknown to every cat except her of course.
She laughed wryly as she though of this, feeling the sharp tang of bitterness in her mouth once again as she thought of him. Tall, the purest white fur she'd ever seen and striking black paws.
Why would he fall for her of all cats? She was just some half-clan spawn that he was too proud to throw out, as it would look bad for the mightiest clan in the forest wouldn't it?
She whirled around unsheathing her claws at a noise behind her and there he was, Mr. perfect white tom himself.
He stood still as always, his eyes stony, as always.
"Tawnypelt. I want you to go on a patrol." He meowed calmly. "I'll be leading it and Rowanclaw and Jaggedtooth shall accompany us." He told her turning away. She nodded though it was already too late, he'd turned his back and he expected her to follow. The tortoiseshell sighed unhappily and followed the patrol out into the forest.
The forest was rather dark and the patrol was almost silent as it slipped through the forest. Birds chirped, completely oblivious to the ShadowClan hunting party below them.
"Meet back here." Blackstar ordered the rest of the patrol before he turned away and disappeared into some bushes. Jaggedtooth shrugged then he went in the opposite direction Rowanclaw followed and the tortoiseshell she-cat found herself alone.
Tawnypelt sighed, remembering the hunting patrols in ThunderClan, when the cats had stayed together. She wished it were that way now, just so that she could watch him hunt.
She imagined he would be so graceful in his hunting. He was always graceful, cold and proud, and way out of her league. Still, she could not help the way her eyes followed him every which way he went.
An idea sparked in the she-cats mind. What if she followed him? Then she could see him hunt! The idea took hold of her mind. Yes, what was the worst thing that could happen?
"Tawnypelt!" An annoying voice snapped behind her. The tortoiseshell cat winced and whirled around to see Rowanclaw's eyes narrowed meanly at her. "Have you been standing here all this time?" He asked cruelly, beginning to circle her.
"I've already caught a thrush and two voles." He told her. Tawnypelt glared at him wordlessly unable to deny his accusations.
"Rowanclaw? What is this?" Tawnypelt's heart sank as he stepped out of the bushes, putting down a bird that he had just caught. Rowanclaw's eyes gleamed, eager to see the tortoiseshell cat being caught out.
"She hasn't hunted anything at all." He told Blackstar, glancing slyly at Tawnypelt. Blackstar narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Is this true?" he asked her. Tawnypelt lowered her head in shame. "Then you will have to be punished." The white tom meowed sternly.
"Until I judge it right that this punishment should be lifted you shall not be allowed from my sight." He declared. Tawnypelt jerked her head up and gaped at the big tom. Had she heard him right? Rowanclaw was wearing a similar expression to her own.
"What?" He asked in disbelief. 'That's not a punishment!" He cried. Blackstar whirled upon the bully.
"Are you questioning my judgement?" He snarled. Rowanclaw's eyes flew wide open and he stuttered in his shock before he shook his head.
"No- not, of course not, no, no Blackstar." He stammered at last.
"Good." The white tom growled. Tawnypelt stared at her leader, surprise still clear in her wide green eyes.
"Come, Tawnypelt." Blackstar ordered. Tawnypelt gazed after him as she vanished into the bushes. Was she imagining it or had that been amusement and glee in her leader's eyes?
"Tawnypelt!" Blackstar called impatiently. The tortoiseshell jumped and hurried after him. No, he would never love her. But as she picked her way through ShadowClan's marshes the faint flutter of hope stirred in her heart.
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