Blue Hearted

by azurebluehearts

"I want no hurt, I want no pain, but with every rainbow comes a little rain." The words of Blueheart, and in this strangely soothing tale of mixed emotions, you peer deep into the soul of Blueheart, the cat with no identity. She is nothing but a shadow, a whisper that is sent with a chill, the she-cat with the blue heart.

4. Jealousy

FOUR

I saw him, again with Raven. I instinctively said "hi," but she barely looked up.

"Chee," I whispered. "Scootch over here." He shook his head and mouthed, "Raven's being clingy." I rolled my eyes, as if saying, "Do I look like I care about that?" He chuckled, and after not responding he mouthed, "I'll see what I can do." I laughed at the sight of this, Raven looked as if she were a baby koala clinging to her mother. Once he finally tore apart, leaving her looking moody and gray, he came and nosed me. "Happy?" I pretended to be asleep. "Don't play games with me," I peeked and saw him flex his claws. He growled. I slept on. "Blue!" I suddenly tackled him, and licked his nose, purring. "Oh, but I like to play games with you."

...

Those were my memories, the days I treasured, even now. They are pasted in my memory and layered with lacquer, never to be removed. Honestly, he was an excellent mate, but there was a day that I dreaded, where everything seemed black. It was like the day I was first born, and I didn't want to start over, to lose myself.

I was in a terrible mood, and I couldn't bite my tongue if my life depended on it. I treated Chee like crap, which he responded by doing the same. I would wander off, and come back enraged, or cam as still water. He never knew, and if I was calm, he would send me roaring back into the forest like a whirlwind if blue eyes and claws.

If I was angered, he would agree to sit down and talk, only to annoy me some more with his dopey behavior, the side he used to show only to me, myself and I. All of a sudden, he brought up a rogue girl he'd been communicating with. "Excuse me, but I don't want to deal with another Raven." Truth was I was just as clingy as her, but it was a tad different. My affections for him was like the sun rising, it went up and down and left you in blinding light or complete darkness, but never left entirely.

"That's it!" I snarled, after saying he was meeting with her this evening, and that I couldn't possibly know what they were talking about. My jealously drove me overboard and I flexed my aching claws. "You want her so badly, take her! Take whatever lousy mousedung of a she-cat who would want to be your mate!" I ran off on my long legs that, once, so long ago, used to take me to him, the same ones that would take me away.