My sixth challenge! (Btw everyone who is reading my WOF story, I'll update that soon!)

#6 challenge, Write about a cat who has never loved. Not their family, friends, or anyone else. So when a certain cat walks into their life, they don't know how to handle this new emotion.

Word Count- 350 min.

Stoneheart had the perfect name. She had always, even as a kit, been stoic, unnacepting, calm, harsh... Her actions were made out of loyalty, not affection, and her heart was as cold as her name.

"Stoneheart." She looked up to see her leader, Heronstar, a gray-and-white tom with piercing golden eyes. "Yes?" She asked, narrowing her own pale green orbs. Stoneheart's pelt was a deep smoky-blue, and her paws were a rich dark red color.

Heronstar stared down at her, his gaze never wavering. "You will go to the gathering tonight, eat your fill." He said simply and padded away, just like the usual cats did when they encountered her. Stoneheart nodded slightly and took a bite out of the squirrel that was lying in front of her. 'Gatherings...' Her mind whispered.

'They're not as good as everyone thinks..'

To tell you the truth, Stoneheart was curious what would happen with her life, as nothing spectacular had ever occurred in her lifetime.

"Hey Stoneheart!" A tortoiseshell she-cat named Lilypool sat down beside her, and Stoneheart fought back a grimace of depression. "Lilypool." She dipped her head respectively, turning away from the bouncy she-cat.

Lilypool didn't notice her hesitation, and much to Stoneheart's distress, continued. "Guess what? I'm expecting Lionwhisker's kits!" She purred happily, and Stoneheart smirked, uncaring. Her 'friend' had been mooning after Lionwhisker for EVER, and when they became mates, Stoneheart had been happy that Lilypool had stopped talking about how handsome her was..

But now it seemed like she'd never stop about her kits...

"Great! I gotta go!" Stoneheart interrupted, having noticed with a jolt of relief the gathering cats were leaving. 'I will NEVER be moony over a tom...'

She thought angrily, her gaze firmly on her paws on the walk to the island. The rest of the trek was a blur, as was the small journey across the fallen log, which was easy to her now. Once on the island, Stoneheart started padding over to her usual spot in the back, hidden by bushes, when a bulky figure collided with her. She landed face-first, but stood straight back up, hissing furiously at the other cat.

"Mousebrain! What do you think you were doi-"

Her tirade was cut off as the seemingly handsome tom raised his head, and her mouth grew dry. "Sorry! Sorry!" He said quickly, a sheepish grin on his face. "I didn't see you there!"

He was a very tall cream tom, with sleek gray stripes and light blue eyes. "I-It's ok..." Stoneheart said without thinking, and mentally yelled at herself; 'What are you doing?'

The tom smiled, a massive one that made his whole body look cheery. "Great! What's your name?" He grinned, flicking his tail and sitting down next to her. Stoneheart swallowed, furiously trying to get her thoughts under control. "Stoneheart..." She trailed off, giving him a curious look. "What's yours?" Her mew sounded almost friendly, and she growled at herself.

'WHAT is wrong with you?'

The tom grinned again, and Stoneheart felt that weird feeling once more, kind of like butterflies in her stomach. "I'm Ferretjaw!" He said excitedly, his pelt accidentally brushing hers, and she pulled away with a small hiss.

"I'm from RiverClan, and you're from ShadowClan, right?"

He sounded genuinely interested, and Stoneheart found herself actually talking with him throughout the gathering, before she noticed that'd ended, and the cats were leaving. "I've gotta go," Ferretjaw said, standing up and turning to her with his trademark sweet smile.

"But thanks! I had fun tonight!" He grinned again, and pressed his nose against hers kindly, before turning and leaving Stoneheart staring after him, feeling an unwelcome giddiness in her paws.

When she got back to camp, she couldn't get to sleep because of the cream-and-gray tom in her thoughts.

'What is wrong with me?!'

Hope you liked it! (Sorry if it's a little rushed I wrote this at 1:30 am)