Well; how's THIS for short evilyness? :3 I hope you like it! ^^ It's kind of sad, in my opinion....? Well, whatever; ENJOY!!! ^^
All That I Have
"You realize that I'm giving up all that I have to be with you?" she purred, pressing her cheek to his.
"Yes," he sighed, "But so am I. I was deputy of a Clan…. you were the medicine cat. It's an equal trade-off, if you think about it."
"And we both love each other," the she-cat added.
"Yes…. that, too. We both love each other," he said, with a comforting smile. The she-cat sighed.
"We can never go back after this. It's…. it's too dangerous. What if we get back, only to find out that they don't want us and they exile us anyway? Or maybe even…. kill us?" she informed him worriedly.
"I won't let that happen," he growled. "You're safe as long as you're with me."
"Thank you, Swiftheart," the she-cat purred, rubbing up against him. "I love you, you know."
"And I love you, too, Birdcloud," Swiftheart agreed.
"We should probably get going," Birdcloud mused. "Sitting here, at the border between our Clans, won't help us."
"Right, then. Let's get going," Swiftheart decided, getting up and going up the river.
They eventually walked out of the trees. Birdcloud looked up as they passed the Moonpool one last time.
At the top of the ridge, they both looked down at the lake before them. They were leaving it today, forever; they were never coming back.
Peace and the sweet scent of flowers seemed to surround them as they walked off across the barren moors; across territory new to both of them.
"Let's travel far, Swiftheart," Birdcloud purred. "They'll never find us if we travel to those forests far in the distance over there." She pointed with her tail to some forests far off.
"We're just like Leafpool and Crowfeather," Swiftheart laughed. "I've heard that tale many times as a kit…. I never dreamed that I'd be like the cats in the tale, though. Yes, Birdcloud; let's travel far, far away. Maybe we can even start our own Clan."
"Yes." Birdcloud purred in agreement. "If we do something like that, we're not giving up all that we have; only some of it."
"Right," Swiftheart purred, in agreement.
Together, happy, they walked off across the moors, under the light of the full moon.