Disclaimer: Of course I own Warriors, DUH. I can even tell you Whitepaw's future—she will NEVER become a warrior and she will join Pip the terrier who was never mentioned except in the allegiances and they will be the Damn-Dynamic-Duo for Days, Days and more Days:D Man, I'm smart!
A/N: I LIKE TO LIVE ON THE EDGE! I love that commercial. Anyway, I changed the title to this. Wanted to be more original.
Saf Dawnheart: I know you never liked this pairing and that's why I didn't expect you to review for this fic, but then again, you reviewed for Face Down. You're cool, mkay thx. And thanks but it's all over now—he was so BORING! Like you have no idea, lmfao.
Sword of the Twili: GASP. Tawnypelt, don't scratch my reviewer! D: Go do Thornclaw! (Tawnypelt: -SCRATCH-) X.x Nevermind...
Atrasoul: LOL, that's what I was trying to do, I'm glad it came out good. XD
Nameless Nightmare: :DCrack pairings, WHOO! Thornclaw's mad hot (in that cat way, of course...)
Dalnora: Yay, thank you:)
HawkDancer: Lol, yeah, I wanted to make this chapter full of flirtiness. Um...If I think of a good title, I'm PM you.
Blaze ocean dragon: Okay, yay, I'm glad you're giving it a chance. :)
Softkit of PolarClan: Lol, you flipped her off? Niiice. XD Yeah, it was Tawnypelt and thanks, I hope the next few days will be good for you, too. I thought of Thornclaw x Leafpool when I was reading Sunset cuz they talked a lot.
Doxeh: Cat sex is kinda gross, lmao. That's why I don't write cat lemon/lime.
Frostpaw: Thanks a lot luv, lol. :)
Flamespirit: Haha, I guess you're right. It's still sort of a crack cuz they barely knew each other, even when Tawnypelt was in ThunderClan.
hawt pink butterfly: You're sweet, thanks a lot. :)
Rosetail: Lol, thanks. :)
The Crazy Things We Do
Chapter 3—Maybe We Could Run Away Together
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Tawnypelt's POV"Tawnypelt?"
I wince. Fox dung. Turning my head a bit, I see Rowanclaw a few rabbit hops away from me.
This is exactly what I get for sneaking out to see you. This is the third time Rowanclaw came up to me when I attempted to get out of the camp. It's obvious that he likes me, every cat in the Clan could see that, and sometimes I wish that I liked him back.
But I don't. I like you. A lot. How many times did I say that already? Jeez, get out of my head.
Thornclaw.
I let out a breath from my half-opened mouth. Rowanclaw is still looking at me.
"Are you going hunting?" He asks me hopefully. Rowanclaw is not a soft cat and he rarely shows any kindness to others. But after all, there were exceptions.
I swipe my tongue over my dry lips. I have thought up of many lies before exiting the camp, and so far, all of them had worked. "No, I'm going to make dirt. I don't feel well."
Rowanclaw flushes. "Oh—Oh. I'm sorry. Maybe another time, then."
"Yeah...Maybe another time." I meow, nodding, and trying to look like I wanted to go out to spend the day with him.
Thornclaw.
Stupid, flirty, ThunderClan Thornclaw. Teasing jokes, longing stares and lively laughs. That's you, all right. I watch Rowanclaw turn around, and then I sprint out of the camp as quick as a field rabbit.
My anxious bounds reduce to quick trots as I trek through ShadowClan territory. For some odd reason, the scent of pine seems stronger and fresher. The sun feels warmer on my back and shoulders. The grass feels softer and silky beneath my paws, almost as if I'm gliding across the green blades.
Like I'm padding through the clouds.
Is this how StarClan feels like? With the wind blowing through their fur, and the empty air beneath them, and the starlight shining all around them? Is death not as bad as most think it is? After all, you are free when you are dead. Most of the time, anyway.
Free of Clan rules. Free of going hungry and fearing the dangers of dogs, Twolegs, and evil cats—Like Hawkfrost was. But he's not in StarClan, that's for sure.
I can imagine it, though. You wouldn't have to worry about the one you love if they are in StarClan either. Is that how Bluestar and Oakheart feel? Graystripe and Silverstream? Feathertail? Okay, so no cat knows if Graystripe is dead but still...
"Hold up!" I suddenly come to a halt. Worrying about the one I love? Wait, wait, wait—I don't love you! I'm far from being in love with you, very far. So we messed around once—big deal.
The only thing that I'm admitting to myself is that I am in like with you. Biiig difference.
Not.
I curse at my inner conscious and continue on my way to the river. We have never been caught before, and I pray to StarClan that we never will be. But what does StarClan think about this? I hope they don't take it too personal—after all, there are many dead cats, and ones living, that have or had forbidden mates.
When I reach the river, the sun is still high in the sky. Morning passed not too long ago. Before I search the other side for that familiar golden pelt, I pick my way down to the riverbed.
The water's surface glimmers like millions of stars in a morning sky. My reflection stares back at me with slightly tired brown eyes. I didn't get much sleep last night. I was thinking of our conversation a few nights before, at the last Gathering. I remember the tingling sensation that gripped my body when I felt your hot breath on my cheek.
I hope no cat saw us that time but I don't regret being so close to you. Now that I think really hard about it, you didn't look like you mind too much either.
My reflection smiles back at me.
"Hello, Tawnypelt."
My head shoots up in alarm. But the only thing I see is a pair of shining amber eyes watching me from a holly bush on ThunderClan territory. The eyes blink, and for a heartbeat there is nothing but darkness within the bush, and then a lithe but muscular body crawls out of the bush.
I tilt my head, smiling slightly. "You're here. I didn't think you would come."
That's a lie, really. I knew you would come. You wouldn't miss a time to see me, would you? Why do you have to like me, too?
You stare at me with glimmering eyes, your tail sweeping at the leaves on the ground. The scent of ThunderClan is very strong here, and another thought suddenly hits me. I see a light brown-and-white tabby in my mind's eye, and my eyes suddenly narrow.
"So did you dream of Leafpool after we left the Gathering?" I ask without a care in my voice.
You laugh and shake your head. "No, I didn't, sadly. As a matter of fact, I dreamt of you."
"I'm flattered." I mew sarcastically. Then, I clear my throat. "I dreamt of you, too. Last night."
Your eyes grow wide. "Really? What happened?"
"I'm not telling you."
"Tell me."
I bite my lower lip and think for a moment. "No."
With that, I run off in the direction of the lake. I don't even have to turn my head to know that you're running after me, yet on your side of the border. The wind whistles past my ears, through the hairs on my pelt, and makes my tail stream behind me like a banner.
Now all I need is you beside me and this feeling would be perfect.
The trees thin out, and the lake stretches out before me like another sky—blue and distant. The territories ended here—any cat could walk here now. I see you in the corner of my eye, trying to make my way towards me. I turn and bound down a steep hill, through the springy undergrowth, and finally come to a halt right near the lake.
Breathing heavily, I sit on my haunches and look up. Your chest heaves as you sit a fox length, parallel to the lake as well.
"You're pretty fast." You say, catching your breath. "If we ran away, you'd always beat me."
I stare at you. "Run away?"
You give your chest a lick and raise an eyebrow. "I'm just saying. We could never leave this place."
I shake my head. Of course we can't. Never. This is our home now and nothing can tear us apart from home.
Right?
"I remember when Leafpool and Crowfeather ran away. Then Leafpool came back because she just couldn't leave home—she had a duty to fulfill." You tell me, staring up at the sky. I follow your gaze.
The sky is cloudless, and a perfect shade of forget-me-not blue. What's it like up there?
"But you don't like me enough to run away, right?" You suddenly question. I wince. I don't want to answer that... "Because I'm not exactly sure how I truly feel about you, either."
A pause.
"I don't know." I decide to meow. There was no escaping that sort of question. "I really don't know."
We don't turn our heads away from the sky. Then, the thoughts that I have been thinking about turn into real words and escape my lips.
"I was thinking about all those cats that have had forbidden affairs, and how they are in StarClan now. They don't have to worry about a thing, do they? They're free."
When you don't answer for a long time, I tilt my head down. You've been looking at me the whole time. It's hard to read your expression.
"It's going to be a very, very, very long time before we join them." You tell me, straightening your front legs. "I already know that."
I narrow my eyes. "How come?" Your eyes flicker to the side and you take a deep breath. Finally, you meet my gaze once again and I almost feel like I want to stay like this forever—you and me with the forest and the lake around us.
"It's going to be hard for me to die." You mew, looking a bit nervous, "I don't know why but every time I think about you, every word that you've ever said to me has an effect. It makes me feel so alive."
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A/N: Lmfao—the last line was mad corny I KNOW. Don't rub it in, please. XD
--;Kewix