Chapter eleven: A Terrible Secret
Owlstar padded out of her den, her belly aching for some reason. She flew out of camp, then got a little sick. Landing, she threw up in a bush. "Urg.. I have no idea why I feel so sick.." Then, a flashback came into her mind...
Flashback
Owlstar cuddled up next to Hailstorm. "So... Owlstar.. How's life as a leader?" The tom asked. "Not bad. I mean, being in charge and all.." He turned to face her. "Well.. Remember that one gathering? When we were still apprentices?"
The winged leader thought for a moment, then nodded. "Oh yeah.. We play fought and, well.. It was fun." Her face got hot from embarressment. "Well, Owlstar.. I, erm.. U-uh.." The tom stuttered. "Oh, spit it out, you goofball." She playfully put a paw on his chest.
"Erm.." Confidence, confidence! He thought. "Ever since the day I saw you, I couldn't believe my eyes. I mean, you aren't normal like other cats. Ok.. Owlstar, I think that you came from StarClan, a gift from above the clouds. What I'm saying, is that I.. I.."
"I love you..." The grey tom mewed. Owlstar's face got even hotter from embarressment. "Erm.. I-I love you too, Hailstorm.." The brown she-cat licked his cheek, then they snuggled close.
End of Flashback
"Oh no.. No, no, no, no, no! Why do I love that goofball!? I'm leader for StarClan's sake!" She sighed. "Fine. Lets do this, StarClan. Throw whatever you want at me..." Stalking off, she took in the scenery, looking at a thrush fly by.
Hawkscreech
Ok.. Today is the day.. Today is the day.. I'm going to ask Shineflower... Hawkscreech thought. "Hey, um, Shineflower! Want to go on a walk with me?" He called to the golden-ginger she-cat. The young she-cat nodded, then padded out of camp with the tom.
"So, Shineflower, how have you been?" The brown tom asked. "Fine. How 'bout you?" She asked. "Been good. Got to lead my own patrol yesterday!" He puffed his chest out. Shineflower giggled.
The two warriors made it to Splash Creek, then Hawkscreech purred at the sunset. "The sunset is beautiful tonight.." The golden-ginger she-cat mewed as she leaned against Hawkscreech, and twined tails with him. "Not as beautiful as you.." The brown tom said.
Shineflower purred, then Hawkscreech started, "So, um.. Shineflower. Do you ever think you will have a mate?" He asked. "Probably not.. I mean, no cat doesn't talk to or hang out with me.. Just lonely.." She sighed.
"Well.. What if I said this.." The tom crouched down in front of her. "Shineflower, would you do the honor of being my mate?" Shineflower gasped. "Hawkscreech! Yes!" She pounced on him playfully, then they fell asleep by the creek, the moon rising in the sky.