"...and Firepaw will also go on the patrol." Lionheart's voice rumbled. "All of you make sure to check along the Riverclan border especially. They've been getting too close to the border lately, ever since we lost Sunningrocks. Make sure you mark that border especially well so that they know what is ours."
Firepaw nodded and heard a few acknowledgements from around him. His ear twitched as he observed those who were coming on the patrol. Leading was Whitestorm, followed by Runningwind and much to Firepaw's dismay, Dustpaw. Ever since his arrival into Thunderclan, the tom had despised him simply because of his kittypet roots. Even after three moons in the clan Dustpaw's hatred towards him hadn't diminished one bit.
"Come on, let's go." Whitestorm called, heading for the thorn tunnel. Heaving a sigh, Firepaw followed half-heartedly, wishing for one of Greypaw's funny remarks to lift his spirit.
It was not too long before they reached the border of Riverclan. The fishy scent that wafted from the other side of the river was unfamiliar, but not entirely unpleasant. Sunningrocks paled against the shining water of the stream, making Firepaw squint as they slowly passed. There were several Riverclan cats sprawled out on the stones and basking in the warmth they collected. He felt a twinge of envy, but pushed it aside as they began to mark the border.
"What are you doing?" A voice hissed. Swiftly turning his head, Firepaw saw another patrol crossing the stones. The leader appeared to be a spotted cat that he realized was Leopardfur, the deputy of Riverclan, followed by a bulky dark grey tom and a ginger she-cat he didn't recognize. They all looked somewhat hostile, and he thought that they were the entire patrol until he spotted another cat following farther behind.
His eyes widened. The she-cat's sleek pelt was a beautiful silver color, only dashed slightly by darker tabby stripes. Her eyes were much like deep blue pools, and she as a whole seemed to shine just like the clear water below. Firepaw watched in awe as she gracefully crossed over to join her patrol.
Realizing he was staring much too long, Firepaw forced his eyes back on to Leopardfur. Her fur was bristled, and her lips were curled into a snarl. "What do you think you're doing, marking so close to OUR territory? Is Thunderclan looking to try and steal Sunningrocks back again?" Firepaw saw a brown blur flash past him and saw that Dustpaw had leapt in front of the patrol with his fur raised as well. "So what if we are?" He spat, unsheathing his claws. Firepaw's stomach dropped suddenly. He didn't want to fight! Especially against that particular silver she-cat. Luckily, Whitestorm nosed Dustpaw back before he could cause any more trouble.
"Hush, Dustpaw." Whitestorm reprimanded before turning back to face Leopardfur. "I assure you, Leopardfur, that we're only here to mark our territory. We're not looking for a battle today. But let me say that what we are marking is in fact ours. Our border won't shrink back simply because Sunningrocks close."
Leopardfur's features remained hostile for several more heartbeats before changing to annoyance. "Fine." She growled. "Finish your marking while Riverclan enjoys all the warmth that Sunningrocks provides." With a satisfied purr, Leopardfur motioned with her tail and the patrol began moving back to Riverclan territory. However, the silver she-cat didn't follow just yet. Her blue orbs locked with Firepaw's own green ones, and a look of understanding passed between them. She hadn't wanted to fight either. Smiling, Firepaw nodded back to her. "Silverpaw, get over here!" One of the cats from her patrol called. She stood watching for a moment longer before with a flick of her tail, she was back across the river. Firepaw's heartbeat quickened. Silverpaw… it suited her perfectly. Whitestorm called for the Thunderclan patrol to go as well, and Firepaw hesitantly obeyed, watching just long enough to see her silver tail-tip disappear from view. He needed to see her again.
()(3 Moons Later)()
His paws carried him instinctively to their meeting spot. It had all started at the gathering two nights after their encounter on the patrol. They'd just talked and talked, realizing that they actually did have much in common despite their different backgrounds. After that, they'd been secretly meeting along the edge of the Riverclan-Thunderclan border nearly every other night. He loved her company, even if it was against the warrior code. He'd gladly break it for her. His heart began to accelerate as her familiar scent washed over him. A purr rumbled in Firepaw's throat as her beautiful silver fur came into view, shining in the moonlight like Silverpelt above. His pawsteps gained speed bringing them together even quicker. He pressed his face into her neck-fur and nuzzled her happily. This was the only place he wanted to be – right beside Silverpaw. After they'd finished their greeting, Silverpaw led him over to their favorite group of flat stones that overlooked the now dark river. They lay down contentedly next to each other, her silver fur meshing with his ginger fur. Nothing in the world could touch them now, they were together now; they were invincible.
Firepaw began sharing tongues with Silverpaw, rasping his tongue over her ear while she licked his chest fur. He began working up his courage; there was something he needed to ask her tonight. "So, my warriors ceremony will be very soon." She mewed. Smiling nervously, Firepaw replied. "Mine too." He stopped grooming her for a minute. Silverpaw looked anxiously at him. "What's wrong?" She asked.
"Nothing." He said weakly. Why couldn't he do it? Why couldn't he just say what he wanted to? Maybe if he worked towards it, then it would be easier. "No, actually it isn't nothing." He began, looking her straight in the eyes. "Silverpaw…you're the most beautiful cat I've ever met. You make me so happy every time we're together and I just wanted to ask you something. Will…" he trailed off for a moment, but determination flashed within him. Ask her! His mind yowled. "Will you be my mate?"
Firepaw saw shock enter her eyes, and he became afraid. What if she turned him down? He loved her too much… but whatever she chose, he'd respect her decision. After a few heartbeats, though, warmth washed over the shock in her gaze and the moved forward, licking his cheek. "Yes, I will." She whispered into Firepaw's ear. Inside, he felt like he could jump all the way to Starclan. He nuzzled her close. "I'm so glad." He purred.
All of a sudden, Silverpaw pulled away. Firepaw's eyes flew open, confusion lighting his vision as he watched her. "Well then." She said. "Shouldn't we truly become mates then?" It took a moment, but Firepaw got what she was implying and his jaw opened with surprise. Seeing his reaction, Silverpaw giggled and ran her tail over his body. "But…but we're still apprentices a-and… well…" Stammering, he forced his mouth shut. Her touch sent shivers down his spine. "I don't care, Firepaw. I want to do this. Do you?" Silverpaw looked at him seriously. "…Yes." He finally replied.
With that, Silverpaw crouched in front of him and lifted her tail, revealing her core to him. Firepaw gulped slightly, unsure of what to do. A new scent came from there though, something that enticed him and blurred his thoughts. "How do we…?" he mewed anxiously. "I saw my mentor, Mistyfoot do this with her mate once." Silverpaw confessed with embarrassment. She shook her head though, as if to shake out all doubts. "The tom started by licking Mistyfoot's entrance, then she licked his… thing." She ended lamely.
Firepaw said nothing, only taking her by surprise as he swiped his tongue tentatively over her core. A ripple of pleasure ran through her. "Ah, please do that again." She mewed. She didn't have to ask twice. Firepaw began licking her repetitively, while she let out small muffled cries of pleasure. Soon, he began to feel a burning sensation between his two hind legs, and stopped for a moment to look. He saw that his pink tomhood had completely unsheathed itself. Silverpaw gasped at the sudden stop and turned to look at her mate. Her attention became transfixed on his length. When he saw her staring at the thing between his legs, Firepaw tried to hide it. She purred at his embarrassment and got up, using her tail to stroke his penis. Firepaw bit back a groan. "I think it's your turn now." Silverpaw purred, pushing Firepaw to the ground so that his belly was exposed to her. She ran her tongue down his soft fur until she reached her destination. She gave one experimental lick before covering it in a barrage of licks. Firepaw had never felt so good in his life, the pleasure ruled over his mind and caused him to let out grunts and groans of pure ecstasy. Eventually though, Silverpaw came to a stop. Disappointment filled him for a bit, before he saw her crouched down beside him, waggling her hindquarters.
He padded over to her, her scent washing over him again, this time much more intense. Mounting her instinctively, he placed his paws around her. Firepaw hesitated for a moment. "Just put it in." Silverpaw said, closing her eyes in anticipation. Smiling, Firepaw inched closer to his mate. It took a few prods for his length to finally find the right spot. He drew back slightly as instinct took over, and thrusted deep inside of Silverpaw. Shock broke him out of his trance as Silverpaw let out a pained yowl. Had he done something wrong? Panicked, he began to draw out before another yowl reached his ears. "Firepaw, don't! Just… just leave it in so I can get used to it…" He obliged, waiting for her ok. After what seemed like a moon of strained silence, Silverpaw murmured. "All right, I think I'll be fine now." Nodding, Firepaw slowly began pushing the rest of himself in. Silverpaw let out a few strangled gasps of pain as he progressed, but never stopped him until he'd finally hilted her. He hit something inside her that made her squirm and let out a cry. Pulling out slightly, he hit it again, this time with more force. Stars danced across Silverpaw's vision and she let out another wail. "That feels so good, Firepaw! Please, more!" His instincts returned full force as he got into a steady rhythm of pounding into her, and his small, immature barbs hardly causing any pain for Silverpaw. Her walls clenched around him, giving him an immense amount of pleasure. Meanwhile, his mate was biting her paw to keep from attracting any trouble, nearly yowling out with every thrust. Firepaw's tempo increased steadily until he was letting out low moans, pounding into his lover with all he could give. Silverpaw could barely contain her pleasure anymore, and she reached her climax as Firepaw began to feel his own begin to clench up. As her walls clamped needily around him, he lost it, bucking his hips up to hers as he sprayed his warm seed deep inside of her. The euphoria made his head dizzy and he panted heavily. Once he felt better, he pulled out and began to groom his mate's now sticky fur happily. He was certain now that they would be together now, no matter what the odds.
()(1 Moon Later)()
Fireheart walked wearily towards their meeting place, his heart heavy. He should be happy; he'd received his warrior name last night and stood vigil next to Greystripe for the night. But he couldn't be. Ever since that wonderful night where they'd become one, he hadn't seen Silverpaw, not even at the gathering. His whole world seemed bleak without her in it. However, he'd gone faithfully each night to their meeting spot in hopes that she'd be waiting for him. She never was. The stars shone brightly overhead tonight, as if they were intent at watching his heartbroken procession continue on. They offered no comfort to him tonight. But then, he caught a whiff of something on the wind. Something familiar. Racing now, his paws carried him as quickly as they could. His heart soared as high as a bird as Fireheart spotted a beautiful silver pelt glowing ahead of him. Drawing a ragged breath, he slowed to a stop next to the figure.
She looked at him first with joy, but then something else crept into her vision. She stared out to the river. "Firepaw…" she murmured. "Heart. Fireheart." He mewed hesitantly. "I got my warrior name yesterday." Silverpaw smiled weakly before replying. "Me too. I'm Silverstream now." Fireheart sat down beside her, pressing his pelt against hers. He felt her tense up for a moment before pressing herself as close as she could, nosing her way into his pelt. "Oh Fireheart…" she said almost desperately. Curling his tail around her, Fireheart rasped his tongue over the top of her head like a queen would do to comfort her kit. "What's wrong, Silverstream? Please tell me." He heard her draw in a shaky breath before inching away from him slightly, but twined her tail with his. "Fireheart, I… I'm having your kits."
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How was it? I tried to put a bit of an actual story into this one. And GreyXSilver fans, please don't bash me!
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