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Fred50208-Well, here's more, but please, don't rush me
Disclaimer-If I owned Warriors, do you think Sandstorm would be Firestar's mate, even when my favorite couple is SpottedxFire, and I detest FirexSand?
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"Ravenpaw!" Spottedleaf yelped. The black loner chuckled, and waved the white tip on his black tail,
"And a good day to you to Spotty." "Thank you, but it's not really good." Spottedleaf said for longingly.
"I know, I heard you whale, you don't really want to go to Starclan just yet," Ravenpaw asked. "Do you?" Spottedleaf turned her eyes to the ground, her amber pools darkened by hurt, she sighed.
"No."
The black cat leaped down next to her. "You okay?" he asked while stroking her back with his tail tip, worry dripping throughout his voice.
"I know something's wrong, what happened?"
"Something you would not understand Ravenpaw."
"I can try."
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Firestar ran until he felt like his paws would fall off. He had been all over Thunderclan territory, but he could not find the dappled she-cat. He slumped down in middle of the Thunderclan camp.
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He was at the great rock when he opened his eyes.
"Bluestar!" Firestar called out to the blue-gray queen, for surely she could tell him were Spottedleaf had gone.
"I'm here" the she-cats voice sounded from behind him. he turned to see the warrior queen and what looked like Spottedleaf's whole family, her father, Adderfang, and her mother, Swiftbreeze, were sitting always off, their heads bowed.
Her brothers, Patchpelt and Redtail, had their heads bowed as well.
One of her sister's, Leopardfoot, was sitting with her son.
'Tigerstar!' Firestar snarled when he saw his long time enemy. He stopped when he saw the stern look that Bluestar was giving him. "Let him alone" she said. "He cared about his aunt just as much as you do." "Do you know where she is?" Firestar almost yelped.
"Pity." Tigerstar purred. "And I thought you cared about her, how in Starclan could you lose her."
"Don't start," Leopardfoot told her son. "We don't have time for it." the dark tabby growled, but backed down.
"Yes" Bluestar began, "we know where she is, but she does not want to see you, and I'm sad to tell you this, but you can't go on looking for her as long as she does not want you." Firestar gazed at her.
He fully knew that she did not want to see him, if she did, she would never have run away, would she have?
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Sandstorm was flipped on to her belly by Brightheart.
"And that's who you take on a cat." Brightheart said. Her green eye on her brother, Brackenfur, who was watching them intently.
"Now you try." the ginger she-cat said. Picking herself up, she placed herself in to an attack pose, and swiped her paw out at the golden tom-cat. "Okay, so I'm a Shadowclan warrior, and I'm trying to steal your kits, what do you do?"
Brackenfur leaped at her, but he misjudged it, and landed right next to her.
Sandstorm just narrowed her eyes. "What's wrong with you?" Sandstorm growled. "Last time you could do this!" Brackenfur hung his head.
"I don't know." Sandstorm sighed. "It's okay, let's just try aging."
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Spottedleaf hugged her tail to herself as Ravenpaw paced the barn floor. He glanced over to her, his green eyes wide.
"So, you're telling me, that you died long ago, and that you're not supposed to be here?"
"yes, Starclan sent me down to try my paw at Firestar, but everything's gone wrong, and I can't go back to Starclan until the moons are up, and I can't face Firestar aging, I just can't!", "clime down." the black cat said, pushing his muzzle to the top of her head in order to bring the dappled warrior some comfort. "You can stay with me and Barley until you feel alright, and can go face the clan." he told her, his meow laced with comfort.
"Your always welcome here, any Thunderclan cat is." Ravenpaw purred, and Spottedleaf perked up a bit.
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Firestar awoke. His green eyes were blurry. He blinked many times to rid himself of the mistiness,
He froze when everything from last night rushed back to him. He heard Cloudtail purr.
"Good, your awake" Graystripe said, but stopped himself when he saw Firestar freeze. "Go and get Cinderpelt." he told Cloudtail.
The white warrior dipped his head to his clan deputy, and dashed off to find the medicine cat,
"What's wrong?" the gray tabby asked his leader. He could tell by his eyes that something was very wrong.
"I have to tell you something." Firestar said as he staggered to his paws, and he limped on raw pads to his den. "Not until Cinderpelt has seen you." Graystripe said, and he nudged the ginger tom over to her den.
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Cinderpelt had just come back from colleting yarrow when Firestar was nosed in to her den by Graystripe.
"What can I do you for boys?" the she-cat asked.
"I'm fine," Firestar said as he limped over to her. "But Graystripe thinks I need to see you."
"Well, you do look worn out."
"I'm fine, really, I am, I just really need to tell you guy's something." the ginger tom-cat said. He dropped to the floor, and placed his head on his paw's, and curled his tail over his hind paws.
"Spottedleaf should not have survived after she was attacked by Clawface, she should have died." Firestar said, both Graystripe and Cinderpelt gasped, "what do you mean?" Cinderpelt asked shakily, she knew there was a secret here, and she really did not want to know. "I mean she was killed, and because we did not have two medicine cats, Silverstream never survived her kitting." Graystripe gasped aging as Firestar said that his mate should have gone to Starclan long ago.
"But how? if she died when Clawface stole Thunderclan kit's, how is she still here?" "I think you need to sit down for this." Firestar said, taking a breath, be began from when he was laying in his den, and could get no sleep.
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Bramblepaw pushed moss to his mother. Goldenflower dipped her head.
"Thank you." she purred, Bramblepaw nodded, and padded out for more moss, Goldenflower curled her tail proudly. Her son was growing up to be a fine cat, just like Tigerstar said he would.
'Tigerstar.'
Goldenflower uncurled her tail at the thought of her blood thirsty mate. He had been loving once, just like Bramblepaw, but he turned in to a monster, her eyes widened.
'What if Bramblepaw turns out like that?'
She pushed the thought from her mind, she was the only parent Bramblepaw had, or needed, and Tigerstar could not teach her son to be like him. She sighed.
'Oh Starclan, I hope I'm worrying about nothing.'
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Sandstorm thrust her paw out at Brackenfur, he leaped out of the way wonderfully, but slipped when he landed, and he fell to the ground.
Sandstorm rushed forward and placed her paws on to his belly.
"You have to try harder." the ginger she-cat said as she slid her paws off of him. She flicked her ear at him. "Now try aging." she ordered, "and this time, try your best." she added warmly. Brackenfur chuckled lightly, Sandstorm swapped her moods so quickly that he never knew if she was in a good one, or bad one, at this moment, she appeared to be in both.
Brackenfur leaped at her, but she swiftly pressed her paws to his belly while he was in mid air, then she darted off to the other side of their training filed.
The golden tom-cat growled. Not matter what he did, he could never pin the ginger cat to one spot, or even get his paws on her, he stated in his mind matter-of-factly. "I told you to try harder."
"Now, don't push him too far." Brightheart, Brackenfur's sister, called from her spot in the sunlight, "we don't want him broken, now do we?"
Sandstorm paused, took in a breath, and then nodded her head slightly. "Ok, that fine for now, but I just don't understand, you could train wonderfully before." the ginger she-cat said, tilting her head ever so slightly. Her pale green gaze flashed briefly to his forepaws, hind paws, front legs, back legs, torso, tail, and to his back.
"I just don't understand it."
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Spottedleaf flinched as the thorn in her pad moved a little, causing a drop of scarlet blood to stain the ground.
She had been out hunting with Ravenpaw, but, as she did not know the twists and turns of this land, had pushed herself in to a thorn bush.
She had had many thorns before, but with Ravenpaw's help, she had gotten all of the rest, less painful, ones out.
She flinched once more as Ravenpaw griped the base of the thorn with his teeth.
"Wike whis?" he asked, his voice muffed past clutched teeth. When Spottedleaf nodded, Ravenpaw gave a slight tug on it, pulling it a small ways out. He stopped when he saw pain glitter in her amber eyes. "I'm sorry, am I hurting you?" he asked.
"Just go on, the sooner it's out, the sooner the pain will be gone." the spotted cat said. Ravenpaw sighed. But pulled the thorn back between his teeth. He sharply pulled on it, and it came lose.
Spottedleaf's tongue gingerly swiped over her injured pad. "Better take that outside" she told the black loner, he nodded, his green eye glowing because he was able to help her.
He picked up the bloody thorn, and padded off to return it to the outdoor's.
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Firestar sighed as he came to the end of his story.
"and I have not seen her from then on, and Bluestar told me to stop looking, that Spottedleaf did not want to see me, and a Starclan cat's wish, must be heeded." he said in a low sad tone.
"Well, I think your being a mouse brain." Cinderpelt piped in a tart tone, followed by a chuckle. "Just go find her, talk to her, see if she truly wants with all her heart you, and if you want her." the cinder colored she-cat said proudly. Firestar slumped his head in to his ginger fur, "it's no use, her scent is most likely gone by now, or so faded, that not even Cloudtail could find her." he whispered.
'I just hope she gets back on her own.'
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Bramblepaw skipped happily along. Having his mentor, Firestar, unwell, he was off of training for the day.
He stopped, and opened his mouth to taste the air, no prey. But he stopped, his amber eyes widened when he realized what the scent was.
'Cat's.'
He told himself. He paused when he found Thunderclan scent on then, he push his way forward.
What in Starclan's name were Thunderclan cat's doing out here?
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Sandstorm brushed her tail along Brackenfur's flank.
"I'm sorry, if I pushed you too Far." she told him, her firm voice soft with regret.
"Don't worry about it." the golden tom smiled. "Starclan forgive me, but I just have to much on my mind." Sandstorm said, Brackenfur chuckled. "Tell me about it, I can't get Spottedleaf out of my head.", Brightheart giggled,
"Aww, how cute." she cooed, both cat's narrowed their eyes at the ginger-white cat. "So, I take it that everything with Cloudtail is lovely?" Brackenfur said calmly, and she narrowed her one green eye at the golden tom-cat, Brackenfur chuckled. "Yay, that's what I thought."
"What In Starclan's Name are you three doing Out Here!" Bramblepaw called as he pushed his way over to them, his amber pool's wide with fear, "Is some other clan on are territory?"
Sandstorm and Brightheart both burst in to giggling fits. Brackenfur gave a nervous chuckle and looked down to the poor fringed tabby kit.
"What?" Bramblepaw blistered in fear when Sandstorm and Brightheart continuous there giggling. Brackenfur sighed. After casting a glare at his sister, he turned to the dark tabby, "nothing's wrong, me and Sandstorm were just out here training."
"And Brightheart?" the dark tabby asked in puzzlement. "She was watching." the golden tom simply stated. "And why were you guy's not training in the sandy hallow?" Bramblepaw asked, his amber eyes glowing with puzzlement. Brackenfur chuckled nervously, "well, it's a long story."
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Spottedleaf purred as she tasted the sweet blood of her mouse. Ravenpaw was right, the mice in the old barn were much better than the forest food she was used to.
It tasted sweet from the fact that it ate nothing but sweet grass and straw.
She smiled as her black companion walked in, carrying a blood standard vole.
He dropped it to the floor in front of her.
"Just because you may want the forest food aging." he purred, with that, he turned on his heels and padded back to the door. "I'll be back, you'll keep Barley company when he wakes up, won't you?"
The dappled she-cat purred and nodded "yes, yes I will."
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Firestar sighed. He had returned to his den a short while ago, and he had been laying in his nest of sweet scented moss from the time he had limped his way in. he turned his head. the she-cat he loved was gone aging, and he just had to brake down from all the pent up sadness for a moment in his den, after all, not even he, the fire that would save the clan's, was numb to heart break.
'But what about Sandstorm?'
He asked himself. All this time he had forgotten about the pale ginger she-cat.
He purred gingerly when he remembered her smile, and her pale green gaze, once laced with love for the fiery tom-cat.
He felt warm and loved when he thought of her. Her smiling green eyes always filled with happiness,
Maybe he was falling love with Spottedleaf to fast.
Maybe Starclan wished her to run away to tell him something.
He perked his dark ginger ears.
Maybe he still loved Sandstorm?
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Sandstorm rushed out of camp, and came to a clump of fern's.
After rolling her ginger pelt in them,
She sped off to the Windclan border
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She dashed past the great rock, and in to Windclan territory.
She paused, and tasted the air. She was just glad that a Windclan patrol was not out here at the moment.
She dashed down to a stone ledge, and jumped to the cliff below it.
She landed lightly and swapped her pale gaze over the rocks. She purred when she saw the black coat of Ravenpaw. She rushed over and nuzzled the black tom-cat.
She knew that Firestar would never let her meet Ravenpaw, and if he did, Tallstar would not allow her to cross Windclan territory to get to his barn.
But she had to see the black tom aging. She did not know why, but she just felt warm when she was around him. It was nothing like the dizzy feeling she had when she was with Firestar, but it was just as lovely.
She pulled away from him when he tried to twine his tail with hers. She knew the black cat was in love with her, but she loved Firestar, and she could not hurt him like that.
The black cat sighed. But smiled, and pushed his muzzle back to hers.