THREE
I never told anyone, but whenever we met each other we instantly roamed the forests together, telling what we never told anyone.
Eventually, one time his friends came along, and I had developed a nickname for my 'mate'... Chee, I would call him. His real name was Cheetahpaw. It caught on. My nickname was 'Bluebear', which I refused to be called in front of clan mates. "So, Bluebear," he snickered. I shoved him playfully. All of a sudden, one of Cheetah's friends, Ravenkit, spoke up. "Hey, what's with the gooshy love names?" She was my friend too, and awfully intelligent for a kit. Humorous, too, knew more than any kit did. She due to apprenticeship very soon, about a week or two.
"She's my girlfriend," Cheetahpaw gushed, and I shook my head, laughing, it was supposed to be a secret, but everyone knew of our affections already. So why not? I, Bluepaw, had captured the cardplayer's heart with a single sentence, a loud bellow, a flash of my blue eyes. And he was a cardplayer, or a player, that is. The women swooned for him, but he played his affections to his order.
Ravenkit showed no sign of melancholy, but I felt a new essence emanating from her. I couldn't pin it, so I shrugged it off and continued with our day.
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It was Ravenkit's apprentice ceremony, so me and Chee sat huddled, giggling. It was so exciting! The leader, Ashstar, continued with the ceremony, so me and him hushed.
"I know name you Ravenpaw, may you train well and learn to follow our humble code." The cats cheered, and cheered. I thought, 'Maybe she could finally keep up with us! Another friend!'
I was quite wrong. Her disliking for me became more obvious everyday, where one point I simply dragged him away from the conversation and hissed, "It's like she doesn't like me,"
"She doesn't." My eyes widened at this.
"Why not?"
"Because you're my girlfriend."
I felt confused, wondering how our relationship had anything to do with the dilemma on the table. Then, he told me of they're "meeting". "She pulled me aside, once, and asked if she could be my mate in the future. I said I already had you, and I guess that's where it got more obvious."
It all dwindled down to the truth, hard like rock and cold like ice. She likes Cheetah,
My brain whispered. My instinct told me it was to go in for a fight, to protect my loved one. It was dreadful, having to go after my so-called friend, but my heart didn't have time for sympathy. It callused in certain places, making me blurt out things I shouldn't have and making me flex my claws at random.
Chee, who was turning into quite the villain, said he treasured me and that I was cute when I got angry. I almost ripped his throat out, but the silly dope would just revive again, he had nine lives.
I became the one to be accounted for for Broken Heart Syndrome, I became the doctor to blame and the antibiotic to abuse and ignore. I tried to pretend like it wasn't happening, after all, at the end of the day I still held the King's golden crown.