Author's Note: Hello, my faithful readers! I have officially put up a poll on my profile. It's a 'Choose your two favorite warrior couples' poll. It'd be helpful to me to get some votes on that, so please head on over to my profile and vote! So, this is Chapter 4, kind of depressing. We've got a lot of sadness going on here. Everyone's kinda' confused on how they feel for certain cats. So, to get this sorted out, I'm gonna' need those votes! The couples that get the most votes will be the couples to work out in this story! So, yeah. Enjoy, please vote, keep reading and reviewing! ~HawkAngel13!
Ivypool:
"Ivypool, can I talk to you?" Dovewing asked.
"What?" I asked.
"You've been acting up a lot lately. Like the whole clan's against you. Why don't you talk to any of us anymore?" Dovewing asked, her pale blue eyes full of concern.
"Why should I? You don't understand, and anyone else would think I'm insane!" I growled.
"No, they wouldn't. Why don't you find someone to talk to? Someone who'd listen," Dovewing asked.
"Easy for you to say! You've got Bumblestripe now! And Tigerheart waiting for you to stray from the warrior code!" I hissed.
"Wh-what?" Dovewing asked, trying to act like she didn't know.
"You know what I'm talking about!" I hissed, and stomped away from her, towards the warriors den.
"Ivypool-"
"I'm going to sleep! Leave me alone," I growled, lying down in my nest.
I found myself in the Dark Forest, as usual. I searched for Hawkfrost, hoping to talk to him.
"Oh, hello, Ivypool," Hawkfrost said, as he noticed me walking over to him.
"Hi, Hawkfrost," I said.
His icy blue eyes speculated me, "What's wrong?"
"I just need someone to talk to," I said, my ears turning back, and my tail drooping.
Hawkfrost beckoned me to follow him. We walked away from the training cats, and sat by a small, black water filled pond.
"What's on your mind?" Hawkfrost asked.
"It's so hard to talk to anyone in my clan anymore," I said quietly.
"So talk to people outside your clan," Hawkfrost said.
"Wh-what do you mean?" I asked.
"There are several cats here that you can confide in," Hawkfrost said.
"Oh," I said.
"What about Breezepelt?" Hawkfrost asked.
"That fox-heart wouldn't have the patience to listen to me complain," I growled.
"He's a lot nicer than you give him credit for. He's had a rough time too, you know," Hawkfrost said.
"Yeah, but instead of trying to talk about it, he lashes out," I said.
"Maybe he just needs someone to have patience with him too," Hawkfrost said.
"Hmph," I said, tail twitching.
"Just think about it," Hawkfrost said, as he stood and walked away.
Dovewing:
I walked out into the clearing in the middle of the night, and looked up at the sky. Stars shined bright, and the moon was glowing.
"Oh StarClan. What am I supposed to do?" I whispered.
"Ivypool's right. Tigerheart's just waiting for me. And-And I want him to. I don't want him to give up on me. . . " I whispered, so softly that only I could hear myself.
"Dovewing?" I heard someone whisper behind me.
I turned to see Bumblestripe, his blue eyes questioning.
"Are you alright?" Bumblestripe asked, his tone worried.
"I-I'm fine," I lied.
"No. No, I don't think you are. Yesterday, when I found you in the forest, you seemed tense. Like you had fought with someone," Bumblestripe said.
"I- I didn't. I just saw a ShadowClan cat near the border, and watched them. I was still a little tense when I saw you. Don't worry," I lied.
"You're lying, Dovewing," Bumblestripe said, his nose inches from mine.
I was silent. I didn't know what to say.
"I know about Tigerheart," Bumblestripe whispered.
I looked up at him, horrified. His blue eyes were hard, but I could see the hurt deep down.
"What were you planning to do? See him at night, and hope your clan didn't notice? Hope I didn't notice?" he asked.
Suddenly, he looked pained, "I'm smarter than that. I know when you're hiding something from me."
"I didn't think you were stupid, Bumblestripe!" I said.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked.
"I didn't-" I stopped myself.
"Didn't what?" Bumblestripe asked.
"I didn't think you'd understand. . . . " I admitted.
Bumblestripe looked taken aback. He stepped back, ears pinned back, and tail fluffed out.
"Well I do. I understand that you'd rather break the warrior code than be with me. If that's the case, then I'm sorry, because I was wrong about you," Bumblestripe said, padding away.
Breezepelt:
I trudged through the Dark Forest, bored.
"Hey, Breezy!" I heard someone call.
Only one she-cat called me Breezy.
"What do you want, Wintershadow?" I asked.
Wintershadow strutted up to me, grinning, "Why so down, Breezy?"
"No training tonight. I'm bored," I said.
Wintershadow sat down, "Guess what?"
"What?" I asked.
"I'm going to visit you and the Clans in a moon," she whispered.
"What?"
"Shh! Don't tell anyone. I'll be able to see you and everyone else, for real!" Wintershadow said, a sly tone to her voice.
"Y-You're serious?" I asked.
"Yeah! No lie! Viperbloood, and I are both coming," she said.
"Why?" I asked.
"To do some spying of course," Wintershadow said, winking.
"Later," Wintershadow said, trotting off.
"Okay then. . . " I muttered.
"Hey, Breezepelt?" Ivypool said behind me.
I turned to see Ivypool's trouble, dark blue eyes.
"Hi, Ivypool," I said.
"Can-can I talk to you?" Ivypool asked.
"Sure, what's up?" I asked, unenthusiactically.
"I just wanted to talk. . . . "
"Is it your sister again?" I asked.
"It's not just her, but everyone," she said.
"I know. You can't talk to anyone in your clan because they all reject you," I said.
"Y-yeah," she said.
"I know. I feel the same. You learn to live with it eventually. Although. . . . " I said, thinking of Heathertail.
"What?" Ivypool asked.
"Heathertail . . . " I said.
"Breezepelt. . . . . I overheard her talking about you. . . . She said she doesn't like you. . . " Ivypool said.
"I know she doesn't. . . . But I don't want to fall in love with a she-cat from another clan. I won't be my father. I won't," I said.
"You don't have to be. To be honest, my sister's falling in love with a cat from a tom from another clan. . . ." Ivypool admitted.
"What? Who?" I asked.
"Tigerheart. . . " Ivypool growled.
"Really? Hmm," I replied.
"And now she thinks I'm acting out, and treats me like I'm stupid," Ivypool hissed.
"Well, I have to go, but you're welcome to tell me about everything going on. Bye," I said, walking away.
"Bye," I heard Ivypool mutter.
I felt bad leaving her like that, but I had something to do. . . . .