FIVE
"You have a mate?" One of my friends asked once.
It happened so little ago. "I don't know," I replied numbly. My eyes were fixated on something, the sparkling azure that made Cheetah fall in love with me were now a dull grayish-blue. All of a sudden, Cheetah's best friend, Blackpelt, shouldered me. "Hey." I replied. I glanced briefly at him, but my eyes didn't light up. They stayed the same, and I went back to staring at nothing. "You and I could be mates," he slurred. My ears pricked. What. Did. He. Just. Say.
I had no interest in him, and he already had a mate, a pretty silver tabby with turquoise eyes, named Oceanbreeze, which I had met on multiple occasions.
"Just for what, exactly?" I said, the numb feelings still in my voice. "Um... Revenge?" He asked me. I looked at him, and the liquid hate I had been feeling for Cheetah so long just finally evaporated. "Yes."
...
The following days he confronted me with an apology, and I felt confused. 'Sorry for what?' "I was so out of it, and my brain was dizzy. I actually have no memory of what happened, but someone told me you were my mate."
It crashed down on me. Except, this time, I landed on a mattress, a lumpy matress of bird's feathers. I didn't know what to feel.
It was much too obvious that Cheetah was out of his mind with jealousy for the short unit me and Blackpelt were together. We were, quite honestly, polar opposites. The heart-sucked, warmth-giving, outrageously perfect (or as perfect as anyone could get), while he was the somber, dull, flawed yet genius. It was no wonder him and Cheetah were best friends, they were exacts.
Black and Blue, that's what they called us. Lay a paw on her, he'll rip your throat out, look at him, she'll hunt you down. It, all of a sudden, after conversing so much, started to become reality. We had become real mates, not for advantage. Not for revenge. Just because.
It was true, although. Me and Cheetah ended, and me and Raven (surprisingly) became friends. Hanging out with Black, although, was a chore; I had to force my laughter, act my words, play my role of the lowly housewife. I had my friends to distract me, I had no one to confide to, and I had even less to love. I had a litter of kits. How much they reminded me of my litter with Cheetah.
...
*Flashback*
"They're here." I said, worn yet happy. Cheetahfang gazed at them affectionately and gave my nose a quick lick. "What should we name them?" I asked curiously. He shrugged in reply, but holding a bright tone that quivered with excitement. "You name one, I'll name one, and we'll figure the last one together."
I felt satisfied with our solution; I nodded. We had three kits, two brave and strong but the last one a black runt. I named the first one, who was male; I had named him Goldenkit, for his large golden eyes, his shiny bluish fur, and dull yellow ears and tail-tip. Cheetahfang named the second one after his sister, Honeykit. She had honey colored fur, with gray ears and blue eyes. We had named the last one together, throwing out ideas at random. I had finally made an decision. "Crowkit." I said. "Because... You know... We don't want to mention her..." He nodded silently. Crowkit was the runt.