Jealousy
"What?" asked GrayStripe, bluntly.
"Or, I think I might….or not, I don't know!" screamed FrostFur. She spun around and ran, away from GrayStripe, and to BrackenFur. "BrackenFur, Oh BrackenFur, he was such a jerk," she whispered, chocking back tears.
"It is okay, FrostFur, you'll be fine," he assured, wrapping his tail around her, and licking her gently. He hated GrayStripe for this; he couldn't stand to see his friend broken-hearted. Mostly, because he knew that he loved her, but she would never love him. GrayStripe, the one she did want, had hurt her, some how.
"I am such an idiot, now she must really hate me," GrayStripe spat to FireHeart. The two warriors were in the den, discussing what he should do now.
"GrayStripe, she won't hate you, she'll forgive you." FireHeart told him, even though he didn't know if he should believe what was coming out of his mouth. While FireHeart comforted GrayStripe, DustPelt looked on eagerly from a perch above them.
"If I were you, I'd make FrostFur jealous, she'd come running back to you faster than you can imagine." he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. GrayStripe looked thoughtful and then nodded. That was exactly what he would do, make her jealous.
FrostFur walked into the den, glaring at the gray warrior. When their eyes met she flicked her head away, and left him standing alone. DustPelt approached her, and lied. He told her that GrayStripe hated her, that he was in love with MouseFur. "MouseFur?" she asked her eyes glazed in a trancelike way.
"Ya, I know, I'm so sorry," he looked at her and sighed. DustPelt nuzzled into her, and they settled down away from the rest of the group. BrackenFur and GrayStripe looked identical, mouth agape, eyes showing fury, and both trembling with anger. Now the sides were clear. Three cats were after the same prize, yet only one could win.
Those weren't the intentions FrostFur had. She simply wanted to get GrayStripe back, and DustPelt had told her, jealousy was key. Jealousy was the one emotion that could break or fix any relationship. This was the main emotion going around the Clan. With this storm of passion ensuing, the Clan could be torn apart.
"BrackenFur, what's wrong?" questioned FrostFur after she noticed her friend's distress. He had been cautious around her since her last fight with GrayStripe.
"It's just, I think I like you."
"You….you….you like me?" she stammered the question.
"I know that it won't happen, but actually, I liked you, until I realized, I'd rather be only a friend," he started," I think I'm in love with FernPaw."
"The apprentice? My best friend is in love with an apprentice? That is beyond weird." she joked. After saying their goodbyes, FrostFur wandered to the brook. That was the strangest conversation she ever had. Her friend loved an apprentice, how bizarre.
Meanwhile, GrayStripe sat down a bit away, watching. She was so graceful when she was alone. She was playful, but serious. DustPelt also had backed off her. GrayStripe was the only one still trying to win FrostFur, and FrostFur wanted him. The storm had come and passed, for now there wouldn't be any jealousy.