Title: Shifting Sands
Pairing: Dust x Sand
Sum: He could never catch her.
Rating: G
She was like the shifting sands.
That was the conclusion Dustpelt came to after seeing her sharing tongues with that kittypet. She had chosen Fireheart over him, the cat that had been her closest friend since they were tumbling kits in the nursery.
Friend...
It was hateful word to him. It stung his tongue and burned his ears. It ripped and tore at his heart because he knew that was all he'd ever to be to the she-cat.
The sand billowed away from him.
Sandstorm was like the sands she was named after. She uncatchable to him, seeping through his out stretched claws. She was like the shifting sands, that only chose to stand still beneath a pair of ginger paws.
Yay. A rambling drabble that makes me want to cuddle Dusty.
- Obsidian Feather.