This is the last thing I expected to add a second chapter to. But I did. WTF.
And no, it's not Tigerclaw or Oakheart. But close ;3
I don't own warriors
xxx
Love, it seemed, could sneak in, undetected, and infect someone. In that way, love was a virus; or maybe it was a bit more like food poisoning.
Yes. He had eaten a bad fish. He had a fever, which explained the heat in his cheeks, and extreme sensitivity, like the twitch of whiskers and prickled of fur (when she walks past). Yet, deep in him, he couldn't belive that.
And in the blink of the moon's eyes, rumors aren't contained to just the river's edge.
What? He loves her? Are you serious?
Oh, she's back? That's great! But, tell me if what I heard is true…
Isn't it romantic? And it means Riverclan will have some new kits!
(There's a way to stop the rumors, isn't there? Before….Before brother find out…But it's probably reached Thunderclan already)
As whispers are exchanged as lightheartedly as a piece of fresh-kill, he doesn't hesitate to bare his fangs and snap.
The startled apprentices scramble to sit up straight like frightened prey. They mutter something about "training" or "hunting patrol" and scramble off like a dog after a juicy scent.
But they stop at the entrance of camp, and drool like some fat rabbit has just wandered in. their words are cloyingly sweet, but they rip through him like badger's claws.
Hello to you too, she says back, and, how's training?
Good, fine, I learned a new attack from Blackclaw, or, Mosspelt says I'll be a warrior soon!
Clan small-talk, but the vicious gleam like his own flesh and blood doesn't play good for him.
There are so few queens in the nursery… For something said so softly, why does it hurt so much?
(Deputies are forbidden territory, and don't even start on leaders. Choose yourself a sweet warrior who'll love you even when you're leader)
He watched, nervous as a little kit, as she glanced towards the romping kits outside the nursery.
Yes, you're right…But no, I'm not going to have kits. Don't think I haven't heard the rumors.
His heart skipped a beat, while he could feel her gentle gaze dig into his brown coat.
You shouldn't believe everything you hear, you know. Now, run along.
They couldn't do anything but turn tail, defeated, to the apprentice's den.
She began to stalk off, too, and under her voice, muttered something. So quietly, it would have slipped anyone else's ears. (But not his.)
There's always some truth in those rumors.
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Um. Not much to say. Cookies to whoever figures out what the pairing is first.
R&R
Luna Ligerstripe