Yes, I know. I haven't updated in, like, seventeen days? Sorry.
I have another idea for a Rogue one-shot that is actually the history of two cats. But… I need to finish another one that I've had writer's block on forever. Hmm….
Also, I'm really scared for this next hurricane. I have some friends that are in it's path. I'm praying over everyone there and for the victims of Hurricane Harvey. I'm scared that this will keep happening and that 2017 will be remembered for such.
Anyway, I planned to chapter eleven! Yay!
Here is a chapter dedicated for any Breezetail (BreezepeltXHeathertail) fans! Sorry if it absolutely sucks.
Chapter Nine
Breezepelt grumbled to himself, bored in the den full of herbs. "I hate this place."
A certain she-cat peaked into the den and smiled slightly. "Hey…"
"What do you want?" He meowed dryly.
"I just wanted to see how you were doing." Heathertail gave him a smile.
Breezepelt rolled his eyes. "You saw him. Now leave."
She laughed, eyes shining. She saw past his grumpy exterior. "Okay, what's up?"
"The sky." The tom answered sarcastically.
"You know what I mean."
"Fine." Breezepelt sighed. "I'm just bored. I'd rather go be nice to Thunderclan then be here."
"Well, don't any of your other friends come visit? What about your kin?" The she-cat looked confused. Surely others came to visit.
The black tom snorted. "Don't you pay attention? I'm not the most popular tom around here."
"Just because you're not the cat with the most friends doesn't mean you don't have any."
"I have no friends!" Breezepelt snapped at her, lashing his tail.
Heathertail was surprised by his reaction and took a step back. "I-"
"No! Forget it!" He hissed. "Leave me alone!"
Heathertail looked away. She was tearing up some, much to her regret. "I thought we were friends." She whispered.
He flattened his ears slightly. An awkward silence fell in the air.
And more silence.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
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"Remember when we were kits and you helped me after I scratched myself on a thorn?"
"Yea, I remember." He nodded sharply. "What about it?"
She smiled slightly before continuing. "I thought you were just the best thing ever. I felt like it again when you didn't tell the seeker where I was hiding."
"Heh." Breezepelt chuckled lightly. "You promised me that you'll put a thorn in a certain cat's nest for me."
Heathertail's eyes sparkled mischievously. "No one even knew it was me."
Breezepelt smirked. "I know. That was the beauty of it."
The she-cat purred softly. "You know, I don't think you're as grumpy as everyone believes."
The tom instantly wiped all emotion of off his face. "Yea, and my father isn't a Windclan cat."
"That's a new one." She commented with a smile. Heathertail hesitantly laid down next to him.
"I like to change it up." Breezepelt grumbled, looking grumpy again.
Heathertail laughed lightly, tail swishing toward his tail.
Breezepelt's ears burned dimly but he didn't say anything.
The two continued to talk with each other, some responses more grumpy than not, for the rest of the time. Eventually the she-cat was kicked out by the medicine cat.
Breezepelt could feel his heart pound as he thought about Heathertail. What is this feeling?
(I'm so sorry I didn't update! I thought I uploaded the chapter but I didn't! I am done with Chspter ten so you'll get it tomorrow... ir later tonight.)