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My lip curled with a distasteful scowl. I couldn't help it, even though Squirrelflight consistantly reminded me of what an unattractive habit sneering was. I can't help it that things disgust me, can I?My name? Whitewing.
A little problem...
The cat that I'm in love with...
He has a mate.
Another little problem...
He's standing right in front of me and I'm sneering at his mate.
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Despite my beloved mate, I have learned to appreciate a she-cat's beauty without lusting. Usually.
A little well-mannered lust is okay, as long as I don't do anything to show is to said she-cat.
My mate doesn't care, Honeyheart accepts that other she-cats are prettier than her, not that I say that to her face. Honeyheart is all a tom could hope for. She's reasonable pretty, svelt, kind, funny, and tender. Not to mention, she's had my kits.
I've lusted over a few other she-cat, but only lust, not love. The only she-cat that I've ever lusted AND loved what Honeyheart.
I know I'm attractive.
She-cats DEFINATELY know I'm attractive.
Honeyheart knows I'm attractive.
I think she used to be a little jealous of me. After all, I had all of the Thunderclan she-cats swarming around me, and she had one tom. Me. At first she was flattered and shy that I was attracted to her. Then turned a little flirtatious. Then she turned downright seductive.
After she announced she was pregnant with my kits, I cut the crap and narrowed down my list of she-cats to one; her. She knows I could have any she-cat I wanted. She knows I could have another behind her back. But she trusts me, and that's why I love her.
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Whitewing curled her lip in disgust at Honeyheart, who was licking her mate's ear affectionately. Birchfall purred and licked Honeyheart's cheek in response. Honeyheart saw Whitewing spectating and turned, looking hurt at the revolted look.
Whitewing hanged tacts immediately when Birchfall turned his translucent green eyes to her and she said innocently, "Sorry, I had a piece of a berry stuck behind my fang. Those blueberries are very ripe this time of year."
Honeyhaert smiled, and Birchfall accepted the explanation, though his eyes still glinted with suspicion. He played the protective father role and walked Honeyheart away, his tail defensively around her slender golden shoulders.
Whitewing growled under her breath and turned around to face a giggling Squirrelflight.
Squirrelflight stiffled her laughter and said, "Whitewing, you know you should give up on this little infatuation with Birchfall, don't you?"
Whitewing hissed, "How many times do I have to tell you Squirrelflight? It's not a little infatuation...I'm in love with him!"
Squirrelflight started circling Whitewing playfully and said, "And why's that?"
Whitewing sighed, "We've already gone through this Squirrelflight... it's everything about him. Its the way he looks, the way he talks, the way he walks, the way he protects Honeywing against the littlest offense, his eyes, his nose, his lips, his tail, his coat, his... everything! I just wish that were me he was playing with over there." She gestured to where Birchfall and Honeyheart were licking eachother lovingly.
Squirrelflight opened her mouth in a know-it-all way, but Whitewing cut in before she had a chance to speak, "You know what Squirrelflight? You've been acting like this after you got together with Brambleclaw. Just because you have a mate, doesn't me you know everything. Because here's a little newsflash. You don't know everything!"
Whitewing knew what she had said was mean, and that she was taking out her anger on her best friend, but all sympathy vanished when she turned around to apologize and Squirrelflight was making a rude face at her back. Whitewing growled and sprinted into the forest.
Squirrelflight had been like that ever since she paired up with Brambleclaw. Brambleclaw loved her, and Squirrelflight loved him. But does that mean she knows everything about love? No. Squirrelflight had been so convinced that she was being helpful, giving Whitewing rude advice like; Stop sneering. Walk straight. Swing your hips. Hold your tail in a curled sultry position. Wash your back right foot-pad. Gain a little weight in you cheeks, its the new fad.
How the mousedung are you supposed to gain weight in only your cheeks anyway? (to fullfil the new fad)
Whitewing looked around her and groaned as she saw Spiderleg approaching her. The lanky black tom smiled widely and said, "Hey, Whitewing! Wanna go to the lake-side? There's supposed to be a romantic sunset tonight." He winked clumsily, accidentally blinking in the other eye as he did so.
Whitewing stifled a giggle and said, "Sorry Spiderleg, but I'm supposed to be on a patrol with..." she looked around for an escape, "Dustpelt... I'm trying to find him now!"She ran away yowling, "Dustpelt!"
Dustpelt looked up and said in an annoyed voice, "Whitewing, you just lost me that crow!" He pointed to a black form in the trees making hideous noises. "What do you want, Whitewing?"
"Can I pretend I'm on a patrol with you?" She twitched her head in the direction of Spiderleg, and Dustpelt laughed throatily.
"Sure, Whitewing, I'd say yes, but I'm not even on a patrol. Birchfall is, though, he's right over there... why don't you ask him?" Dustpelt asked offhandedly.
Whitewing shrugged and said, "Okay" before hopping perkilly past Spiderleg and saying cheerfully, "Bye, Spiderleg, sorry about that sunset... maybe you should go with... Hollypaw."
He smiled (looking slightly disappointed, but rueful) at her suggestion and bounded awkwardly away on his spindly legs.
Whitewing smiled, Hollypaw had been sore over Spiderleg's crush on her for weeks.
She trotted over to Birchfall and said, curling her tail and batting her eyes like Squirrelflight had suggested was attractive and said, "Hey Birchfall, I'm having romance troubles, can I hunt with you to get Spiderleg off my chest?"
Birchfall chuckled and watched Spiderleg trip on a route in retreat, "Anytime Whitewing. So find yourself a tom to fall over besides Spiderleg?"
"Maybe... but I'm not sure." Whitewing looked at her feet uncomfortably.
"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it. I understand." Birchfall nodded encouragingly and then added, "I smell rabbit..."
Whitewing smiled and said, "You can have it... I'll go in search of a squirrel."
Birchfall nodded and pounced. Rabbits had been scarce, they had mainly discovered the plains and moved onto Windclan territory. The rabbit would definately be appreciated in Thunderclan... and those who caught them would probably be regaled. But, thought Whitewing sighing inwardly, she didn't deserve that honor. After all, she was pining over a taken tom.
Birchfall returned with the rabbit hanging limp in his mouth. The blood drizzle down his jaw, and his eyes were bright with pride. Somehow though, he looked nervous. As if in slow motion, he tripped over his own foot, and the rabbit flew out of his mouth as he comically sprawled on the ground.
The rabbit flew through the air, and Whitewing's eyes widened as she followed its course; the river! She heroically leapt through the air and gallantly caught the air-born bunny.
Birchfall was standing up when she paced to return the rabbit, and she smiled slightly as she passed him the rabbit. Their noses touched momentarily, and then the contact was gone, and there was a cold look remaining in Birchfall's eyes.
He said emotionlessly, "Thank you, Whitewing. When we return to camp, it will be gratified as your catch."
"There's no need for that, you caught the rabbit," said Whitewing, looking slightly hurt by his change of mood.
Saving the day, Wailpaw crept up slowly behind them and pounced gleefully on Birchfall's tail, meowing, "Mom wants you, dad."
Birchfall smiled at his firstborn she-kit and said, "Whitewing, you'll go hunting with Wailpaw, won't you?"
Whitewing nodded slowly, feeling as though a thousand thorns were puncturing her from the inside out.
He knew.
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I slowly crept over the knole where I saw Honeyheart and Birchfall talking quietly.
Honeyheart was beaming and she exclaimed something ecstatically that I couldn't hear. Birchfall grinned and started laughing, leaping all around Honeyheart for joy. He leaned in and licked her ear. He said quietly after calming down, "How long until you have them?"
I nearly fainted.
Honeyheart was expecting another litter of Birchfall's kits.
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Birchfall's mood refused to dampen the rest of the day; more kits!
Oh how he loved their soft little paws, and how they always ended up with their mother tender brown eyes. Wailpaw, Jestpaw and Cloverpaw were their other litter, and they all had their mother's eyes and his lucious pelt.
Suddenly he found himself thinking of Whitewing.
He knew she liked him.
Heck, the whole clan new that she'd been pining over him for years.
But somehow it all came down to when their noses touched.
He cared for her, but not like that.
They'd been the lone apprentices of Thunderclan on the way to the lake, and that had made them very close. One time they had even gone far enough to say they were brother and sister. But apparently Whitewing thought more of him than that.
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The kits will come in summer, according to Leafpool. Whitewing had gone straight to her. Ever since Squirrelflight had changed, Leafpool was her only sanctuary; they had become reasonably good friends.
Leafpool blinked warmly at her and said, "Whitewing, I know I sound like my sister, but you really should give up on Birchfall. I mean, look at them," she gestured out the door to Birchfall and Honeyheart, "They're besotted with eachother. Why don't you get to know Spiderleg... he's slightly... not really but kind of attractive, I guess." She put up a lame fight. Spiderleg was ugly.
Whitewing bowed her head and said, "I know it's against Starclan to love a tom with a mate, but I still do. It's the way he walks, the way he lookeds, the way his nose felt on mine." She sighed blissfully.
"When were you nuzzling his nose?" yelped Leafpool in surprise.
"Today... but we didn't really mean to... I was just passing him a rabbit."
Leafpool raised her eyebrows doubtfully, and Whitewing sighed, "All right, FINE, I did mean to touch his nose, but he doesn't know that! And he's not going to find out, right?"
"You think I'd do that to you? But if it goes any farther than that, I would feel the need to talk to Honeyheart." Leafpool continued, "Honeyheart loved him, you kno Whitewing, you aren't being fair to her. We all know you're prettier than her, but hey love eachother, and I can't let you come between that. Too many things came between me and my love, and I don't wish that on anyone else. Honeyheart is actually very nice."
"Way to make me feel better, Leafpool," spat Whitewing and stalked out of the medicine den. Leafpool was supposed to be making her feel better, not telling her how pleasent Honeyheart was and how much Birchfall and Honeyheart loved eachother. What kind of a friend was that?
She looked over to where Birchfall and Honeyheart had been standing moments before. They were gone.
She looked wildly around and saw them curled tightly and passionately around eachother inside the warriors den. Whitewing nearly barfed. That should be her! How was stupid Honeyheart any better than her? No way was that prissy ugly furball taking Birchfall away from her! She'd think of something to do...
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I sighed blissfully, and Honeyheart seductively purred in my ear.
It was dark out, and it was silent in the warrior den except for a faint rustling in the corner where Whitewing was curling up next to Spiderleg, continuously glancing over at the us. She saw me watching her and smiled pointedly, before deliberately licking Spiderleg on the cheek and turning to look at me again.
Well that's good, at least she had finally given up on me, I never meant to hurt her feelings. I love Honeyheart more than I could ever love anyone else. It pained me to see her jealousy and hurt when we first announced we were having kits, and now I hope she'll be happy with Spiderleg.
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Honeyheart licked Birchfall on the nose and yawned, stretching out her ginger limbs. It was a glorious summer morning, and she had been aroused by the scent of rabbit. Somehow it seemed old... but no rabbit had been caught recently so it had to be fresh.
Despite her pregnancy, she was limber and stalked out of camp, following her nose.
Whitewing was farther up the path. The rabbit Birchfall had caught yesterday had been left in her charge when he left to talk to Honeyheart, and she had left in it the forest for its flesh scent to ripen gloriously. The blood still oozed, and the rabbit smelled fresh. She was currently waving it in the air to waft its morbid scent, aware of the small sounds from Honeyheart following her.
But she had to make sure it was Honeyheart, of course, and did this quietly, seeing the ginger she-cats blue eyes flash through the bushes. She did have amazing eyes, Whitewing admitted to herself, but not for long.
Honeyheart was gullibly following the rabbit, and soon the river could be heard in the distance.
Whitewing smirked to herself, but still felt a little queasy about this. She would certainly not be accepted into Starclan after this... but love prevails, and there would be no one to say she did it.
She bent towards the river and hid in the bushes, leaving the rabbit in the open for Honeyheart to come and investigate.
Following the plan, Honeyheart walked over, a confused expression on her face when she saw the dead rabbit, and sniffed it carefully.
Whitewing leapt from the bushes and pinned her to the ground. There was a moment of indecision when Whitewing saw Honeyheart's sqirming stomach with the kits in, but love prevails, she told herself.
Honeyheart looked up at her with wide eyes and said quietly, "Why, Whitewing?"
"You stole the only tom I will ever love. With you out of the way, Birchfall with undoubtedly fall for me." With that, Whitewing pushed Honeyheart into the river, watching to see her frail ginger body hit the rock below and sweep downstream.
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Two Months Later-
At the Gathering, the cats grouped around the Riverclan base quickly.
Whitewing hadn't had any luck with Birchfall, but he'd come around to her side soon enough. He had searched the forest for days hoping to find Honeyheart, but hadn't had any luck. Whitewing had being 'trying hard' to look too. The best part of the last two months was when Birchfall had come up to her and said he appreciated how hard she'd been looking for Honeyheart, and put his tailtip gently on her temple.
That was it, though in the romance realm.
Leopardstar yowled loudly for silence and said, "Thunderclan, please gather around. We have found one of your queens in our river. She had mainy broken bones and was an inch from death. It was only the talent of Mothwing that saved her. This queen is Honeyheart."
Whitewing heart-beat quickened, and Birchfall (standing beside her) started pushing frantically through the crowd.
Whitewing stood on her hind-paws for a better view, and when she saw the queen, she gasped.
Honeyheart was ravaged. The twigs in the river had rubbed of most of the fur on her back, and one of her beautiful blue eyes was mutated and blood-shot. Her tail was bent at an awkward angle, and she said in a broken gravely voice, "Birchfall!" He ran up and nuzzled her neck, backing away when she hissed in pain. Quietly she said, "Birchfall... the kits, they didn't live the river. I'm sorry... I'm so sorry." She took a ragged breath and swooned into the sturdy chest of her lover.
Birchfall licked her, as if it were only them, not the entirety of the four clans. Quietly he said, "Honeyheart, who did this to you?"
Whitewing began to back up in the crowd... sure of what was coming next. Sure enough, the gravely voice announced, "I would have forgiven her, if she hadn't caused me to give birth to dead kits. Whitewing did this. Whitewing of Thunderclan."
Birchfall looked up to see a flash of white retreating across the bridge, a sneer forming at his lips.
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