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WindClan, Crowfeather
After Great Journey
He couldn't get her out of his mind. She walked his dreams, his nightmares, and everything else. She would grip his mind during the day in a way that he couldn't focus on anything else. Her long, feathery silver tail, her sleek and elegant form, her piercing blue eyes. He couldn't sleep peacefully without her padding through his mind. The memories they had shared would play through his mind- her teaching him how to fish, him getting stuck in a fence while being chased by dogs, hunting together and playing together and just being with each other. Those memories made his heart ache, but that wasn't the worst part. Suddenly, his memory-filled dream would warp into a nightmare, where they were in the cave with the Tribe and Sharptooth. She would look at him one last time before nodding and taking that flying leap, leaving him with his paws frozen on the ground. He could hear his own cry, but her shriek always outweighed it. Then she would be there; on the ground, broken, beautiful, and gone.
And he would be forced to have this run through his mind day after night, with nothing he could do to stop it. He grew so used to it that it was almost like he had began to use the terrifying pain as a comfort to ease the dullness of his current life.
But then, one day, another walked in. She was strong, confident, and put everyone before herself, like Feathertail. And she was beautiful. He had seen her a few times in the past but had not taken much notice of her, until she came to his clan in order to heal one of his dying clanmates.
Not soon after that, his dreams changed a little. The she-cat that kept him awake was not silver, but a sandy color that reminded him of the sun-drown-place at twilight. Her eyes were not blue, but green like the tops of oak trees glistening in the sun.
He didn't know if she had the same feelings as he did. It would be against the code for them to love, breaking the two most important laws. Yet sometimes, he would sit on the top of the ridge overlooking the lake, hoping with a burning passion that she would pass by. It was not until the Gathering did he see her again, sitting next to her sister. The moonlight bathed her fur, turning it from a sandy beige to a silvery birch color. And once again, he could not stop thinking of how beautiful she was.
That night, they made eye contact for this first time in a while. It took him by surprise, and he did everything he could to stop his fur from fluffing up in embarrassed excitement. He could've sworn she had heard his heart pounding in his chest. If she had, however, she did not say much, only gave him a polite nod and then turned back to her sister.
It was those moments that tortured him, when he was so close to her, but could not do anything but try to restrain his emotions. He wanted to entwine his tail with hers and touch his nose to hers, but he couldn't. It was killing him.
It wasn't until one terrible day where ShadowClan turned on ThunderClan that he saw her again. This time, she was not peacefully sitting near him. Rather, she was crying out to him for help, dangling from the side of a cliff, her eyes wide with panic. But in that moment he did not see her, but Feathertail. It was his second chance to save her. And even though he felt like his body and heart were frosted stone, he reached down and pulled her up, hauling her to safety.
And as he stood panting, looking at the fragile she-cat in front of him, he realized that he would never be able to stop loving her. She wasn't Feathertail, but that didn't matter to him. She was perfect, more flawless than anyone could ever be.
And as she looked back into his eyes, he realized that he was hers, and hers alone.
A short, dialogue-less chapter of mush. Mushy mushy mush. :)