LOL! I didn't think it was that obvious about Flint x Spark…
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FLINTCLAW POV: PINE GROVE
He stared after the fleeing red tabby. A feeling crept into his heart he hadn't felt before, and his heartbeat pounded in his ears. Flintclaw wanted to look for her so, but Ravenpaw was still with Barley. As he exited the pine grove, he was stunned to realize it was sprinkling freezing rain.
The slushy drops pierced his short fur and made him feel all cold inside. Ravenpaw's paws were muddy and he looked down sadly upon the grave of his old friend. He glanced up. "Where's Sparkfur?"
Flintclaw mumbled an excuse, sliding around the tender parts. The much older tom's eyes glittered with amusement. "She told you, didn't she?"
"Told me what?" he asked innocently. Ravenpaw rolled his eyes.
"Oh, please," he meowed. "You've had to notice she really likes you by now." Flintclaw felt horridly embarrassed. He really hadn't noticed—he'd been thinking about Silverfur. She's probably got Waterwind wrapped around her paw by now, he realized. She always could do that. And it's been a moon since we left.
"Er—no, actually."
"Great StarClan, Flintclaw!" Ravenpaw yowled. The snow-rain began to fall more heavily. "You're dafter than I thought you'd be." Flintclaw blinked in amazement.
"Well? Why are we standing here? We've got to find her." Flintclaw dipped his head and turned away.
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SPARKFUR POV: FAR FROM FLINTCLAW
The red tabby slowed, flanks heaving. Her fur was soaked through with rain, and her eyes were dark with sorrow. Although worn and weary, with wet snow covering her paws, she knew she had to hunt.
Sparkfur fell into a strained hunter's crouch, and began moving her freezing paws. A squirrel sat by the base of an oak, looking for any fallen, forgotten acorns. She pounced and killed it. Swiftly she leaned down and ate it in small mouthfuls. She swiped her tongue around her lips, smacking her mouth carelessly.
With a sigh, she plopped down and laid her chin on her paws. If only Flintclaw loved me, she sighed wistfully. Oh! If only, if only. What am I saying? 'If only' catches no prey, and my paws can hardly do that anyhow.
As if to reply, her stomach grumbled. She knew there was far better hunting at the lake. They'd have to get back soon, even if Flintclaw was a mousebrained piece of fox dung! Flintclaw. Her stomach ached with the thought, and her breath was taken away. Sparkfur let her sorrow overflow into a pitiful mewling, and then rose into a high wail. It suddenly cut off and Sparkfur sighed. If only, if only.
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FLINTCLAW POV: NOT TOO FAR OFF FROM SPARKFUR
Flintclaw padded tirelessly through the brambles, head bowed and thorns tearing at his shoulders. He only felt one pain, however; the pain of being without her. He tore a way for the smaller Ravenpaw, barreling through everything until his body was a mess.
"Flintclaw, I know you miss her, but you can't tear yourself up," Ravenpaw insisted. In reply the silver tabby gave an irritable hiss and kept moving. The black tom sighed and followed, running hard into the warrior's flanks as he stopped.
He pricked his ears. In the near distance, he could hear a sorrowful yowl. Sparkfur! Flintclaw's mind screamed. He'd know that cry anywhere—fighting a fox, running from the BirdClan…
Flintclaw darted forward. His paws barely struck the leaf-mold as he ran, followed by Ravenpaw. Overhead, thunder rumbled and lightning cracked, but he didn't stop. "Sparkfur!" he yowled as he burst into a small cluster of bushes. The bedraggled she-cat turned her eyes upon him in surprise.
"Sparkfur, Sparkfur, I'm sorry," he mewed into her ear. "I do love you. It just took me a long time to realize it."
"Because you're a stupid old furball," she muttered. Ravenpaw smiled, off to the side.
"Forgive me?" he meowed, licking her wet ears. She didn't reply, just pressed her nose to his cheek, purring.
"Well, that was an adorable reunion," meowed Ravenpaw, getting a few dirty looks, "but who wants to get out of the rain?"