PineClan: The Never Ending Torture

Chapter 4

Frostpetal sighed as Thunderpaw crept along the forest floor. Wolfstar's favor was for the ginger apprentice to watch Frostpetal for him, and Frostpetal couldn't be more annoyed with Thunderpaw.

"Frostpetal! Look, I caught something!" Frostpetal turned to see Thunderpaw proudly holding up a mouse. Frostpetal let out a sigh.

"Thats great," she sighed. Thunderpaw dropped it at her paws.

"Eat it. I caught it for you..." he meowed shyly. Frostpetal stared at him. Didn't Thunderpaw understand that she-cats were served last? For just about everything. Frostpetal narrowed her eyes in the idea that Thunderpaw might tell Wolfstar that Frostpetal might have selfishly wolfed down the mouse, not leaving any for young Thunderpaw. But something in his smile and gaze warmed her heart, and she gratefully bent down to eat half. The sweet taste of fresh mouse warmed her taste buds, and she licked her lips when she finished her share.

"Eat the rest, you caught it," Frostpetal purred. Thunderpaw blinked gratefully before eating his share.

Thunderpaw looked at her when he was finished, curling his tail over his paws when he decided to sit down. "Frostpetal...do you...love...Wolfstar?" he suddenly asked, staring into her blue eyes.

Frostpetal stared shocked at the young tom before shaking her head, "No. But please, don't tell him that. It's bad enough I have this scar down my muzzle," Frostpetal mewed, flicking her tail towards the jagged scar running down her muzzle. "And I don't want to earn another." she pleaded, twitching her whiskers.

Thunderpaw nodded. "I promise you, I won't. I'm not sure why Rabbitpaw looks up to him. He's so...cruel to she-cats. How does he think he got into this world?" Thunderpaw asked.

Frostpetal shrugged. "That's the way some toms think, Thunderpaw." Frostpetal meowed. Thinking back to what Thunderpaw had asked her before, she asked him, "Why do you want to know if I love Wolfstar? Do you have an eye for a she-cat?" she asked, her blue eyes narrowing.

Thunderpaw looked towards the darkening sky for a heartbeat before looking back at Frostpetal. "Theres one. She's beautiful...smart, brave...and she is sweet...the perfect mate for me." Thunderpaw purred.

Frostpetal tilted her head. "Who? Dappleflower? Orangeflower? Snowflower? Jayflower? Who!" she asked eagerly, her legs shaking in wonder.

"No."

"Oh great StarClan, who? Thunderpaw, I won't tell her! Just please tell me!"

"Okay, you really want to know?" he asked, his green eyes glittering.

"Yes!"

"It's you."

Daw... Thunderpaw loves Frostpetal! Ain't that cute? So sorry that this one is short, I was in a rush!