As you read this, listen to certain songs on certain parts to get the full gist of it. ^^ Part I: Falconheart's POV, and Part II: Snowpaw's POV- Listen to 'The Poison' by All American Rejects
Part III: Cin's POV- Listen to nothing, cause I never do ^^
Part IIII: Snowpaw's POV: Listen to 'Breakaway' by Kelly Clarkson
TO NOTE- I know cats cannot cry. But c'mon, this is FF. Just accept it :)
"Gone?" he echoed. "What do you mean?"
Frozenheart's eyes were very worried. "Her nest was empty and I can't find her anywhere. No one remembers seeing her."
"Did you find a scent trail?"
"No!"
Falconheart exhaled. He had enough to worry about, but if it mattered that much to Frozenheart…
"Another thing," he said, "was that I found the smell of blood in her nest."
Falconheart felt a jolt of alarm. "We need to hurry, then!"
Frozenheart bounded away, his ears flat with desperation.
(*************)
Snowpaw took a few dragging steps, her pace limping from a thorn she accidentally trodden on. It hurt too much to pull out, and she needed to get away for a while to think.
The temperature dropped suddenly.
"Hello, dear."
"Who said that?" Snowpaw whipped around to see a transparent black she cat with glittering honey eyes.
"I've heard a lot about you," she went on, her eyes somehow cold and detached.
"How? And-"
She took a step forward, her voice dropping and becoming menacing. "You'd better watch your step, honey," her voice hissed, "Because you can never be with my son. Putting heartbreak on your path wouldn't be good." She leered at Snowpaw.
Snowpaw took a backpace, her hackles raised. "Who are you?"
"Just another forgotten story," she meowed coldly, "Another broken heart. Though many have not forgotten me, I have assured that."
Snowpaw felt ominous. This she cat had an air about her- the tilt of her ears, the narrow of her eyes, the slope of her shoulders. Her flaming eyes, and her words and tone, made Snowpaw very, very uneasy.
"Get away from me," she growled. "I don't want your company, thanks very much."
The she-cat laughed- a jagged, cruel sound. "That's not your choice."
She turned to leave. As she did, she murmured, "Watch your step, there's a sin watching you..."
Snowpaw opened her jaws to reply, but the apparition had vanished in a strange swirl of stars and darkness.
A faint cry roused her from her stupor and she looked up to see a black, blurred form running towards her.
Frozenheart was the last cat she wanted to see right now.
But he came nevertheless, and she sighed.
"What are you doing out here? I was worried..."
"Why would you worry about me?" she snapped, trying to freeze her feelings toward him.
He blinked, eyes looking hurt.
"I'm fine. I don't need you watching over me like a hawk all the time."
He recoiled, and then said crisply, in that same detached tone, "Fine, then. You're to join the evening patrol. Go."
She caught an almost angered look behind his blank blue eyes. Tail high, she stalked off.
Feelings wouldn't get in her way any longer. Pushing them aside, she headed back to camp.
(*************)
"A kitten was apprenticed, no new news on Frozen-whatshisface or the others, except maybe that he might be falling in love." Cin sniggered. "Oh, and a white she-cat is preggo."
"What?"
"Pregnant." Cin yawned after delivering the report.
Night grunted, apparently deep in thought. "Cin," she said after a while, "Go back there, and mess with their heads a little."
Cin started in surprise. "What, the whole Clan?"
"No," replied Night slowly and patiently, as if she was talking to someone dumb, "Just the three I've listed."
Cin narrowed her eyes at Night's tone. "Alright," she said grudgingly. "But I want my paying soon."
Night whisked away, her eyes gleaming. "Go. I'll be back later."
Cin waited till she had gone, and then muttered, "She's a pain in the tail. I must withdraw from her soon." Her eyes glittered in the dying light, and then she slunk off, ready to form her new strategies to spy.
(*********)
Snowpaw went to her den that night to find that her nest had been obviously trifled with. She saw why when moss led her to Lynxpaw, fast asleep under a spray of ferns, in a nest of some of her moss.
She considered waking him but decided against it. To clear her head she trotted into the clearing.
The stars were a great sprinkle of light, a spray of silver diamonds against the impenetrable dark of night. Snowpaw shuddered, not cold, but a strange emotion gripping her. It was half despair, half wild hope, and it was overlapped with everything she could never put words to.
Her eyes stung, and suddenly she felt tears coursing down her face and melting into her fur. She didn't know why she was crying, but she couldn't let anyone see.
Quietly, she slipped out of camp.
She sheltered under a draping willow, the budded vines shielding her from view. She closed her eyes, trying to get a grip on her wild heart and tears.
The vines shifted. She knew who it was as the scent of heather and pine flooded her nose.
"Why are you crying?"
She shook her head mutely, pressing her eyes shut, a small sob escaping her throat. She could feel him sit next to her, wanting to comfort her despite her scorn of him earlier, and this made her cry harder.
"Shh, it's okay," he murmured.
Snowpaw sniffed, her face damp with tears. She scooted away, blinking rapidly to calm herself. "I'm… I'm fine."
"No, you're not." His eyes held her to the spot. "What's wrong?"
"It's good to see you two. Together. Where I can speak to you."
A voice sounded by Snowpaw. She gasped, and whirled, seeing a cat she had hoped not to see.
