•Bluefur&Thrushpelt•
I wanna walk on your wave length
And be there when you vibrate
For you I'll risk it all
All.
Thrushpelt looked at Bluefur. Thump. Thump.
I love you. I love you. I love you.Bluefur wanted to wail to Thrushpelt. This tom had saved her, and acted as the father. "You know how I feel about you, Bluefur. I'd do my best to make you happy, I promise. And I'll love your kits as though they were my own." He said. Those words hit her hard. Emotions began to swell inside of her heart, yet Oakheart, her true love, was her mate. "I'm not going to ask who the father is. I'm sure there's a reason why you kept this secret." He said. Heart torn, she could only hang her head to Thrushpelt when he came to check on her, asking "How are the kits?" and such. "Are they coming soon?" She sighed, looking at her blue fur. What horror would the clan see, with kits, their eyes amber, and their pelts brown as an old oak tree? Her blue eyes were a copy of her fur, and yet, maybe all of her kits would be brown. Thrushpelt, every other clanmate that mattered... Would put the facts together, and find out just from the eyes, these kits came from another clan, another blood. Another pair of eyes. Sighing, she barely raised her head when Thrushpelt appeared. "Something wrong, love?" He meowed, worry in his forest-colored eyes. "Nothing." Bluefur meowed, raising her head up, barely smiling. "...Don't lie to me." He hissed, bristling his fur slightly. "Your eyes are full of emotion, I know you're thinking of something." Bluefur raised her head, shock buzzing through of her. "... Bluefur." He meowed, clouding his gaze. "You can tell me if you want to. You don't need to lie anymore." Thrushpelt meowed, shockingly, wisdom in his eyes. Bluefur looked at him, and laid down, feeling emotions mix between her.
Thrushpelt sighed. I love you Bluefur, you don't need to lie or hide anymore. But Bluefur did not seem to see this, her hazel-lake gaze hidden, following a river in the night, snow killing anything in it's way. Padding outside of the screen, he could only hang his head, thoughts hitting his mind often. Letting his claws hit the fallen leaves, he looked up, stars glittering. "Something wrong?" A voice suddenly asked him, calm and soft. " Wind... Windflight? What are you doing here?" Thrushpelt meowed, looking up at his father. "Well, your tail was down the whole time, so it led a trail. When I scented you, I wondered what my son was doing." The gray tom shrugged, worry and fathery love sparkling in his forest eyes. He remember how he was born; Fallowtail and Windflight mated in other clans, and no other cats knew. He didn't care if Bluefur was mating in Riverclan, or even Shadowclan. "Well?" His father broke into his thoughts. Thrushpelt shook his head, and looked up at his father. "Bluefur..." He sighed. Windflight looked at him, eyes glittering. "I'm sure you can do it, son." He purred, pressing his muzzle against his head. Thrushpelt looked at him go, remembering his eyes, knowing they also came from different clans. It didn't matter if Bluefur mated in another clan, his love would always be hers. If only he could be a true father. Padding back to camp, he saw Bluefur smiling, eatting a plump squirrel. Grinning, he sat down in the warriors' den, Bluefur's blue eyes burning in his thoughts. It didn't matter to him. With Bluefur, all he cared about her, is she was happy. Not her eye color, not her blood, not her kit's blood... Just happy.