The Warrior Games!
Don't worry my love, I will protect you…. Her words flew back to Feathertail, a stab of guilt clawed at her heart. Crowfeather could be dead. Because of her. Stormfur died though. Her ears flattend. Revenge was on her mind. Suddenly it goes away. She saw a flash of black fur. "Crowfeather!" Her voice rised in triumph. "Crowfeather!" She purred. The black figure looked back at her…. But it had black stripes…. A brown tabby with ice blue eyes. "H-hawkfrost…."
Her voice choked in her throat. She had once loved him, before ambition took him. He was loyal, brave, and was kind….. used to be anyway. "F-feathertail…." His voice grew unsteady. Then his eyes turned to anger. "You….. you! You fell in love with that mangy piece of crow-food Windclan cat!" He hissed. "And why do you care..!?" She spat. His gaze fell. "I loved you. Until you…." He broke off. "Until I…?" She began slowly. She padded over to him slowly. He lifted his gaze to meet hers. For the first time, she relized that he had always loved her. Always wanting to patrol, Being sure she was okay, curling up against her pelt every night, inviting to eat fresh-kill with her…. "Hawkfrost… i…." She began. Suddenly, he strode over and nuzzled her. "I have died every day, waiting for you." He meowed. "We may have to kill each other later…" she broke off uncertainly. She loved Crowfeather… not Hawkfrost. "As long as you love me… then I'll be ok." He whispered. "I… I have to go…" She broke off. She looked into his eyes, and saw sadness there. Guilt clawed at her. She sprinted off towards the moorlands, not stopping. She kicked up leaves, her mind racing. Hawkfrost loves me? He can't… He can't! She wailed in her head. She closed her eyes, racing through the forest blindly. He doesn't…. He doesn't…. She didn't see where she was going and crashed into a rock, hitting her head. Blood gushed out of her forehead, muzzle, and pelt. She gasped in pain. She cried out in agony. "Crowfeather!" She wailed. Cats would draw near. She was an easy catch, just another burden in the Games. She saw a cat strode from the shadows. And another one. And the last one
Dawnpelt, Oakfur, and Tigerheart. She gasped. She couldn't take them all down. "Where's your little Crowfeather now!" Dawnpelt sneered. "Love from other clans never work out sweetheart." Oakfur mocked. Tigerheart stiffed. "Please….. don't hurt me…" She whispered. "As if! We kill in these games." Dawnpelt hissed. She crouched, ready to attack. Oakfur lunged for her throat. She yelped in surprise and rolled over quickly. Runningnose and Yellowfang had taught her some attacks, but Mistystar was a great mentor. An excellent fighter. That is why she became a skilled fighter. Dawnpelt grabbed her tail from behind and bit down hard on it. She spun around and raked her claws across Dawnpelts face, scaring her permanitly, feeling blood gush down her forehead, ear, nose, and… Feathertail shuddered. Her eye and neck. Oakfur hissed in fury and raked his claws across her neck, biting down on her shoulder, meeting her bone. She whined in fury. "Tigerheart! Join in!" Oakfur growled. He didn't move, instead looked at her in sympathy. Oakfur snorted and bit on her neck….. "Please… don't…." She choked through blood. This was it. She was going to die. She closed her eyes. Then, a black shape darted pass, knocking Oakfurs weight off her. She lifted her head, she was on her side. Dawnpelt was dead. There was no sign of Tigerheart. "GET AWAY FROM HER!" A voice hissed angrily. Oakfur sped away, the black shape turned around, blood welling from his neck. "Feathertail…" He began. "Crowfeather…" she croaked. He laid down herbs, and pressed them onto her wounds. They went away. "My love…. I'm so sorry…." She began.. "No… you saved me." He whispered. She blinked blood from her eyes. "How…?" She murmured. "Just seeing you… and saving you." His whisper was barely autoble. Blackness closed at her eyes. "My love…" She whispered. "No! Your not dieing!" He hissed. He curled up by her body, making her warm. Darkness closed over her…
She blinked, bewildered. Her wounds were no more then small scars. Weak Shadowclan warriors, Feathertail thought grimly. "You're awake. See, you are strong." A black shape stirred, and murmured into her ear. She purred and licked his ear. "I'm going to hunt." She muttered. Crowfeather nodded and groomed his fur. "I'll look for shelter… I'll be near the stream, gorse bushes and some weeping willows grow there." Crowfeather remarked. She nodded and set off towards the river. She was at the Riverclan territory, And the stream that he was talking about was at the Windclan-Riverclan boarder. She set of towards the River that ran through Riverclan territories. When she got there, she smelled a familier scent. Brambleclaw….? "Hello..?" she whispered towards the boarder. Nothing stirred. She shrugged, and crouched by the stream, and caught 3 fish. She looked up and saw the moon glittering coldly down at her. No stars. She saw a shape flicker among the shadows. She tensed up and crouched down, and crouched down in the shadows. The shape leapt forward, and she rolled out of the way, just in time to see a pair of flashing amber eyes, and ginger fur. Firestar?! No, Firestar had green eyes. "Sharpclaw!"
She hissed "Revenge is always good, especially when they tear away your pride!" Sharpclaw spat. She cried a battle cry and leapt on his fur, and felt her claws scrape bone. He wailed in pain and bit down on her spine, and pinned her. She knew what she should do. She had seen Tigerstar do it to an apprentice who couldn't hunt as well as any others when she was held prisinor with Stormfur, then Stormpaw. She kicked her legs up, slicing his stomach open. She gritted her teeth, as the sticky warm blood splattered on her fur. "I'm sorry…" She murmured. He tumbled over and she felt guilt spill over her. She sat down and bowed her head by Sharpclaws body. A canon fired. She groomed Sharpclaws fur, and turned her back to him and grabbed her fish, only to find that they were all gone. She spotted the unmoving silver shapes near the stream. She leaped over the stream, not a single drop of water got on her. She grabbed the fish and set off towards the sunset, where she would meet Crowfeather. She heard another cannon. Crowfeather! Alarm shot through her body. She sprinted off towards him faster then she thought. If she was faster, she could probably grow wings and fly. She got there in no time. She saw a black shape tussling with a red-ish she-cat, her hazel eyes gleaming with hunger. She was starving. "Don't ever do that to her again!" Crowfeather screeched. He pinned her down, and bit her neck. "Mangy fur-ball!" He spat. She choked out blood and died. A cannon fired. Cats came on the sky. Sharpclaw, Clovertail, Sparrowpelt, Applefur, Tallpoppy, Whitetail, Applefur, Petalnose, and Cherrytail. 12 cats left.
"Crowfeather.." She began. She dropped her fish and ran over and nuzzled him. He purred softly and licked her ears. "I was so scared…. Don't ever do that to me AGAIN!" Feathertail scolded. "I'm sorry." Crowfeather apologized. "I've missed you. Why haven't you visited me?" Crowfeather asked, hurt shadowing his gaze. "I couldn't distract you from your clan. Your loyalty was to Nightcloud and Breezepelt." Feathertail whispered. Her silver fur turned white in the moonlight, her beautiful blue eyes shadowing with love. "I felt like you didn't love me. Do you?" Crowfeather burst out. His dark blue eyes shadowed with hurt, His dark gray fur shining in the moonlight. "Forever and always my love." Feathertail whispered. Crowfeather curled up beside her, and wrapped his tail around her. "I've waited moons for you." He whispered.
"I love you." He murmured.
I'm sorry I haven't updated recently! I've been so busy with Homework, Cross Country (The seasons over now though.), and adjusting with a new school. I'll try to write as much as I can now!
