Number seven in the set, HeatherxLion, enjoy! :3
I do NOT own Warriors.
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With the moon above him, a golden shape padded through the forest, his tail dragging across the dirty ground. Amber eyes stared mournfully at the Silverpelt above him, his tabby tom flicking thoughtfully. How he missed all those adventures, all that time they had spent together.
The beautiful brown tabby's blue eyes seemed to follow him everywhere and every time he tried to approach the soft gaze, it would disappear.
Familiar surroundings made the tom stop; he remembered this place from when he was a care-free apprentice. As he approached the familiar meeting place, instead of the welcoming tunnels, there was only a pack of dirt. 'Oh yeah, they collapsed a while back.' The golden tabby thought sadly.
The tom continued on, a wind ruffled his pelt as he approached the WindClan border. He sat beside the stream that made up the divider between the two clans, letting the familiar WindClan scent mingle with his own clan's. Only if they could've been together, why did he have to be so naïve back then. If it wasn't for him and his ambitions, they had might have still been.
Fast approaching WindClan cat scent made the tom's pelt bristle in hostility. His amber eyes flickered about, his tail fluffed out in fright. A twig cracked in the slim belt of forest in the other clan's territory. It echoed through the empty trees. The only thing that moved was a startled bird taking flight out of tree near the tom.
A smooth brown tabby coat slipped out of the trees, heather-colored eyes staring at the tom. "Lionclaw?" Her voice was like honey for a sore throat, it was smooth and sweet.
Lionclaw just smiled, this was the she-cat that entered his dreams while he slept and the only one he could think about during the day. He cautiously stepped over the border and slowly approached the she-cat; he hoped that he won't scare her off.
The she-cat slowly approached him from the opposite side, purring erupted from deep in her chest. She pressed her thin brown pelt against Lionclaw's, her purring made his whole body shake so much that he couldn't help but purr also.
"I've missed you so much Heathertrail." The tom whispered in the she-cat's ear, entwining his tail with hers. The two cats sat down on the grass, sharing tongues, still purring like mad.
The she-cat suddenly pulled away, her blue eyes suddenly clouded by pain. "We shouldn't be doing this; it's against the warrior code!" She muttered, lowering her head sadly. But Lionclaw knew that this didn't matter to either of them, she was fearing for something else.
Lionclaw decided to play along with what she had said anyways. "That hasn't stopped us before, why must it now?" He asked, still purring.
Tears slipped down the she-cat's face as she backed away even more. "Because I'm having kits, and I have a mate, we can't be together!" She cried, backing away until there was at least a fox length in between them.
The she-cat's words crashed over the tom like a black wave, sending his mind swirling about. Lionclaw lowered his head, trying to hide his disappointment. He raised it again to speak. "Good for you
Heathertrail, whichever tom your heart belongs to, he is one lucky tom." Lionclaw words shook as they came from his mouth. It was obvious that he was lying through his teeth but it was best he could do.
Heathertrail nodded and started to turn back toward the forest, her eyes still held the pain for their lost friendship. "Thank you Lionclaw." The she-cat muttered. The she-cat disappeared through the trees, leaving the tom standing there, looking like a complete idiot.
Tears now flowed freely from the tom's eyes, his body shaking with the grief from losing the she-cat he had loved to dearly. "She doesn't understand…How much I loved her." The tom muttered through gritted teeth, his pelt bristling with anger.
The truth was that he didn't know whether to be angry at Heathertrail for not waiting or at himself for letting her go. Or maybe he should just be happy for his friend, she was happy with a mate in her own clan was soon to be a mother.
With a sigh, Lionclaw turned around, the wind ruffling his pelt for several heartbeats before dying down. The breeze had pushed the remaining of Heathertrail's scent from his nose. "I will miss you." The tom muttered as he ran from the border and never looked back.
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Now I will take suggestions and requests for pairing, if I don't get one, the next will be BerryxBirch.
-Twilla-Chan
