*Hazelthorn's P.O.V.*
Victoria?
The name ran threw my head like that white rabbit on his way to a very important date, or the young girl chasing him, or the police in chrge of the theif of a crime, or Mungo-
Mungo?
Tears started to fall from my eyes, likes rain from clouds, or life from my body.
I've been on a hunger-strike, and refused to play with friends.
Or hand out?
Or even see?
I don't think I could handle it.
I sat down, bawling my eyes out, thinking of him.
I heard pawsteps behind me.
"Go away!" I screamed, not wanting to see anyone.
"I'm just here to help," cried the one tom I wanted to see.
"Pounce!" I screamed, and pounced him.
"Hey! You seem chipper," he said, smiling up at me.
Suddenly, he twirled me over, so that he was on top of me.
"Ha!" he screamed,"Pinned ya down!"
We giggled for a moment, until Pounce noticed my face.
"Hazel?" he asked.
"Nevermind," he said, before I could answer, "Here, let me help you wipe off your tears."
He began to lick my face, getting the tears off.
He licked downward, until he did the unexpected.
He kissed me!
Oh! Bast!
No!
No!
No!
No!
Why am I kissing back?
Oh, Bast!
I can't love two toms.
Well, at least one won't go get Victoria pregnant after being gone for three months.
We kissed for about another two minutes, sweetly and softly.
Then, he pulled away, grinning from ear to ear.
"Having fun?" he asked.
"I've never been happier," I lied, but he did make me feel happier than I ever felt.
He grabbed my hand.
"Come on, let's go back and show off our new, uhm, eh, thing for each other." he suggested.
I giggled, ""K"
And we tumbled down the side of the hill we were on, tumbling over each other, feeling like kittens.
When we reached the bottom of the hill, I saw someone I never wanted to see.
Not when I just became happy.
Mungojerrie, sighing, said, "'Azel, Oi need ta talk ta yous."
I walked with him, nodding assurance that I was fine to Pounce.
He took me past the hills, over a bridge, and sat me down by a river.
He sat down next to me, obviously waiting for me to speak.
"So," I said, coldly, "How's Victoria?"
He looked down.
"Shi's quite goo', thanken' you."
I glared down at my feet, feeling numb for some reason.
"When are the kits due?"
"Soon. I thank(think) a day oh(or) two."
I looked at him, and noticed something.
He was smiling!
"So, what now, for you? Become daddy-kins and leave all your friends behind to stay with the white bi (she was about ro say bitch)-queen. Betray us all! Well, you can think twice about betraying me, beacause you're not! I no longer care about you! You're digusting!"
I had to use all of my strength, after saying that, not to start sobbing.
"'Azel! 'Ow could ya say dat 'bout meh? Oi thought we was friends, me 'n' yous!" he said.
"Well, now you don't have to worry about me anymore. You've got a queen to care for! You can't go worring about me!" I screamed.
"Goodbye! And good ridence!" I screeched, running off into a forest.
I stopped, when I knew I was alone, I cried the hardest I'd even cried before.
He'll forget we were friends, and go on with his life, without having to worry about me getting into trouble.
I ran back towards the Junkyard, trying to smile.
Pounce was waiting for me.
It made me smile to see him there.
Until he noticed my tear-stained face.
"Hazel! What has he done to you? I'll kill him!" he told me.
"No. It's no use," I said, nuzzling Pounce in the neck, causing him to purr.
We stood there, and I bet he thought I was as happy as before.
But, I wasn't.
I felt so much worse.