Disclaimer: YEAH I OWN WARRIORS OMG!!1 And EVERYONE in the next series dies except Berrykit. Right, Berrylicious?
Berrykit: Uh—
Darkstripe: Stop lying—
You die, too.
Darkstripe: I'm already dead, dumbass.
Yeah well. Shut up.
A/N: Whooot I like writing this story and this will be updated frequently. YAAAY! I'm not saying 'thank you thanks bla bla' unless you send me a simple 'Good job' or whatever. It takes up space saying it over again. Don't take it personally. Plus, it's obvious that I adore you guys for reviewing so here's a thanks for the rest of my fics. THANK YOU!
Sword of the Twili: Tawnyfeather? Lol, you mean Tawnypelt but typos won't hurt anyone. XD
Softkit of PolarClan: I kinda remember you, yeah. Uh, the 'I own Warriors' is obviously a joke and no, I didn't delete Face Down, it's still there, I'm just too lazy to update it now. I didn't want to make the sex too graphic since this is rated T (I don't do the whole writing cat sex) but I'm pretty sure I hinted it.
Frostpaw: Yay, thanks:)
Doxeh: Uh. -points to the bottom A/N where it says this will be updated- Crack is better than cannon, though. I love crack!
Spottedstar: I don't think I'll have Tawnypelt have kits. Sometimes it just doesn't happen. Well, I do think that they cared but maybe they weren't too close to mourn too much. And since Brackenfur had to be with dumb Sorreltail 24/7 he couldn't bother sitting vigil for his dead sister. Some idiot.
Snowfeather: I just have to say this—I love your pen name. Lol. Yay! Another supporter:)
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crazyhorsegirl3: Me too! I love it when I create a crack pairing that other people learn to like. :)
HawkDancer: Ah, I'm so glad you got into the schools you wanted, I just wanted to say that. (: I also think you should change the title, too, no offense. Cats can't kiss, lol.
The Crazy Things We Do
Chapter 2—You're Such A Tease
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Thornclaw's POVWhat are you looking at?
I have to bite my lip to stop myself from grinning. I'd surely give it all away like that. The way that you're looking at me now brings back so many things. That's the same look you gave me before we gave ourselves up to each other.
And yet you still play hard to get. Whenever I try to reach for you, you push me into the dirt and spit. Technically, of course...
Maybe it's your independence that makes me want you. Maybe it's the mischievous gleam in your eyes, or the passion in your purr, or the way you once twined your lithe body around mine.
Is this love? That's the only question running through my mind right now.
But for some reason I don't feel in love. All we did was mess around once, saw each other several times and...Did other things. But there's this longing feeling that won't go away, it's indescribable. Sometimes I try to go to sleep and wish that I could feel you beside me once again.
If only I could have you one more time—you know just how much I want you. You know so well, and I know that you're thinking the same thing. I can see it in your chestnut-brown gaze right now. And although I want to look into your eyes forever, I know that we can't make the cats around us suspicious.
Spiderleg is already glancing at me questioningly. I look away, my heart beating three times as fast. Is the Gathering over yet? We should be listening to the leaders but that's pretty hard to do when the only thing that's on your mind is a flashback of a crazy night.
The Gathering seems to drag on forever. When Onestar called the Gathering to an end, I jump to my paws and whip around, my chest heaving.
But you're not there. I blink. You've disappeared!
Puzzled, I look from side to side. Cats of all Clans were moving back and forth, weaving their way through the throng to join their Clanmates. I try my best to spot your sleek, tortoiseshell pelt. I see many, but none of them are yours.
"Thornclaw!"
My ears twitch as I hear Spiderleg's voice. The tall black tom approaches me from my left and tries to make eye contact. I can see that he's suspicious.
"Why were you smiling so much?" He inquires. His large amber eyes follow my gaze as I continue to search for—
"Thornclaw, what are you looking for?" Spiderleg was getting on my nerves. He was always a nosy cat.
"Nothing." I brush past him. The throng was starting to clear. I spot Cedarheart of ShadowClan making his way through the bushes lining the clearing. He's probably following his Clanmates. I sprint after him, drinking in the odor of ShadowClan.
I have gotten quite used to ShadowClan scent, although that's not much of a surprise. But Cedarheart still reeks.
Dragging myself through the briars, I carefully stalk Cedarheart while trying to look casual. There were plenty of other cats padding nearby, and when the gray tom made a sharp turn, I quicken my pace.
He reached the shore and is waiting for his turn to cross the log. Moonlight shone on the pelts of the cats crowded around the tree trunk but the eerie light didn't help me find you.
Did you leave already?
My shoulders sag in disappointment. I just wanted to see you one more time. If I could just find you and stare at you for a few, long heartbeats, then that would be enough.
"Don't you look unhappy." A sly, feminine voice nearly startles me.
Turning to my right, the slender form of your body pads past me, your eyes never leaving mine. I swallow. My throat is parched. Giving myself a little shake to loosen up, I stand up straighter.
"I was thinking of someone." I meow, the tip of my tail twitching.
You narrow your eyes, mouth half-open. The same starlight-gleam that drove me crazy begins to shine in your eyes. "Who? A pretty little she-cat?"
My mouth twists into a small smile. "Yeah, I was thinking of our medicine cat. Poor Leafpool—still suffering from the death of her mentor and her recent breakup with Crowfeather. Too bad she's a medicine cat...I wouldn't mind getting a piece of her."
Your eyes immediately fire up. I can tell that you're thinking if I'm kidding or not. I love messing with your mind—you get irritated so easily.
"You're not serious, are you."
"Why wouldn't I be? She's some cutie." I drawl on, "Spiderleg used to have a crush on her, when she was still an apprentice. I don't blame him at all."
"I honestly don't want to hear, nor care, about the she-cats that you find cute!" You suddenly snap. The smooth fur on your shoulders bristles.
I try not to laugh. "Oh, really?"
"Really." With that, you turn around and stalk toward the log. I roll my eyes and follow you. I reach your side you don't look at me.
"Hey, don't get annoyed," I whisper, my heart beating faster at our closeness, "You're pretty, too."
You snort but is it just me, or is the stiffness in your walk wearing off? Slowly, you mew, "We shouldn't be so close to each other."
"Right you are." I move away so swiftly, you turn your head. "I guess I should go home and sleep now."
"You gonna dream of Leafpool?" You mock, but I can tell that you're teasing me again.
"I'll try not to." I joke back. "Maybe I'll dream of you tonight instead."
You keep your eyes on me for some time, eyebrows raised (A/N: Cats don't have eyebrows, I know, just bear with me). Then you give what seems to be a small, huffy laugh. With that, you brush past me, but not without murmuring in that same, seductive voice,
"Sweet dreams, Thornclaw."
Yeah, I'm definitely going to be dreaming of you tonight.
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A/N: Wow, this was longer than I expected it to be. Well I usually write stuff longer than this but I was planning to keep these chapters short. I liked this, though. The Thornclaw x Leafpool reference was just for fun, lol. But it's cute. :)
Ah, I had a good day. :) Refer to my latest journal entry if you care. How was your day? Tell me about it! Lmao.
--;Kewix