Wow, I've never gotten so many reviews! I wish I thought of this forever ago!
Thanks so much reviews. Theres a few questions that I need to answer:
Lionstar369: You had two things I wanted to answer:
Your first question: I don't see how this is rated T (Its not a question, but I took it as a question. ;D)
A: Just incase theres violence later on.
And your comment about the winner getting their request used, I like the idea, but if I do do that, then every one will know what it is. But I am going to do it. So if you win, I'll pm you and you can request in a review, but promise to keep it Top Secret! If you do not have an account, then... hm... wow I really don't know. Go ahead and review with any ideas for that you have.
Now, the two cats in the story were Dovepaw and Breezepelt! LegendaryHero(), you win! Either you weren't logged in or you don't have an account, so please review and answer which one it is. I MIGHT have an idea to repay you. Hopefully the main charrie will be pretty easy to guess, so I'm just gonna reveal him in the chapter and let you guess who the she-cat is.
Okay, so, this one is gonna be another crack, I love crack pairings :), so here we go!
As I exited the den, shaking out my fur and taking in all the scents around me, ears pricked, eyes flickering around in the dark.
"Jayfeather, Jayfeather!" I heard, and I turned around to take in the scent of the cat that was rushing toward me. "Icecloud is giving birth." Toadstep called, skidding to a halt in front of me, and I huffed lightly. Why do all fathers do this?
"Settle down, Toadstep. Okay, tell her to take deep breaths and stay calm." I meowed, and heard Toadsteps pawsteps fading away. I turned, trotting briskly to the medicine cat den, creeping to the crevice and taking in the scents of the medicines, pushing away the usual thoughts of my love, who I had fallen in love with quite some time ago, secretly admiring her whenever I could.
I picked out the borage and poppy seeds, turning and trotting to the nursery, slipping carefully in. When I heard Icecloud cry, and Toadsteps sharp intake of breath, I turned my head to him. "Wait outside. Trust me, you want to." After a hesitant moment from the cat, he turned and trotted out.
I let out a sigh when he left and turned to Icecloud. "Okay, deep, calm breaths." I meowed soothingly, trying to keep my voice as calm as possible, even though kitting always made me nevous as well. I waited, observing every sound her movement made until finally, I heard her sharp intake of breath as her body spasmed. "Push." I meowed, still keeping his voice gentle.
I heard a small plop when a kit dropped to the floor, and I turned my sightless gaze toward the scent of Ferncloud. "Like that kit." I meowed, but she was already on it. Suddenly, I heard another voice, and I hadn't realized that it was a cat I had not scented on the way in.
"Wow." The voice was beautiful. High-pitched and melodic, like the wind whistling softly across the surface of the lake. It was her. The cat I secretly collected information about, some cats could even say stalked.
"Okay, push again." I meowed, forcing myself to focus for now, think about this later. Another body rustled in the moss, and I turned my gaze to the she-cat I loved.
"Lick the fur the wrong way." I meowed to her, and turned back to Icecloud, and I heard the air rustle around her lithe body and the rasp of tongue against fur.
One last spasm later, and more fur licking after Ferncloud had placed the first kit near Icecloud's stomach, and I could almost guess that Icecloud was watching them with pride, like most queens did after birth.
"What do they look like?" I whispered when I sensed Ferncloud near me.
"One's white, like Icecloud." Ferncloud meowed, voice full of pride for her daughter. "The other is black-and-white like Toadstep. And the last is gray with flecks in their fur." she purred, and I knew that the kit must look like Ferncloud.
Toadstep must have guessed the birth was over, for there was a rush of air, and the rasp of tongue against fur. "Have you thought of names?" Toadsteps cours whisper came from somewhere nearby.
Icecloud's voice was exhausted, but she still sounded overjoyed. I almost told Toadstep to come back once she'd napped, but Icecloud continued to speak, so I let her. "The white one could be Snowkit." she whispered, and I waited. The naming of kits was always my favorite part. Most cats just guessed I was too grumpy or touchy because of my blindness, but the miracle of life fascinated me. "The one who looks like you could be Frogkit." Toadstep, his look alike; Frogkit. "And the last could be Fernkit, after Ferncloud."
A burst of pride and overjoyousness rushed over me, and I knew how sacred being named after could be.
"I love them. They're beautiful." Toadstep's whisper came, and he repeated the names. "Snowkit, Frogkit, and Fernkit. They're perfect."
To let them have this private moment, I began to back out, meowing, "Congratulations." I turned and took a deep breath, and suddenly, a sweet smell came over me.
"Jayfeather, can I speak with you?" Came a voice that Jayfeather had played over and over in his head.
"Uh, sure." My tongue was tied. I could feel the panic spread through me. Don't look like an idiot. I told myself and followed the scent of her outside of camp. She was so sweet and innocent, so young and, I already knew without needing to see, she was beautiful. Inside and out.
We arrived outside of camp, but instead of stopping, we continued. I stumbled after her, but not because of my blindness, but I could hardly feel my paws. Why did she have this effect on me?
We stopped, and I tasted the air, scenting trees, and I felt thick roots near my paws. The Great Oak, I guessed. I turned my sightess gaze toward her, waiting for her to speak, but only silence followed. Finally, she spoke.
"Have medicine cats ever had kits, other than Leafpool?" Her voice was quiet, and my hopes soared at possible meanings behind this, but I quickly shook it away. Even if she was interested, I could never be like Leafpool.
"Yes. Quite a few, actually." I meowed.
"Really? But, the warrior code!" she exclaimed, and I felt surprise rolling off her.
"Sometimes, rules are meant to be broken." I meowed quietly, sitting down, and I heard her sit infront of me.
"Have you ever broken a rule, Jayfeather?" she blurted out suddenly, and this time, it was embaressment that I felt from her.
As I thought, I shrugged. "Sometime, yes. Every one has before."
"Would you break the rules if you loved some one?" she whispered, softly now.
"Yes." I meowed softly, suddenly lost in our conversation unlike I've ever been before.
"Do you..."
She didn't finish, and I took a deep breath before meowing, "I would break the rules for you." I whispered, and a feeling spread through me, unlike every other that I'd ever felt before.
Love.
"Jayfeather." she whispered, and suddenly, she was at my side, her fur pressed into mine, and I buried my muzzle into her fur, taking in a deep breath, letting her scent enter me and letting the exact scent be locked in my brain.
Every day of medicine cat training, every minute of collecting herbs, every second of healing a cat had all led up to this. I didn't care if I was breaking the code. This felt like fate.
Now, I could understand Leafpool.