Warriors: The Foribidden Fruit - Chapter 2
Okay, this chapter is short, I know. This is Briarlight's POV. I just thought it would be interesting to see what Briarlight thought of Millie and her smothering. Those who have read all of the books understand exactly what I'm talking about... Poor Blossomfall and Bumblestripe.
I do not own Warriors, or the song lyrics. The lyrics have little to do with the chapter really, but they are forboding, and this is pretty much stating the Briarlight will give Jayfeather hell and pleasure. XD
This chapter is dedicated to the wonderful The Gone Angel who gave this story its first review! :)
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Chapter 2
"I'll seek you out
Flay you alive
One more word and you won't survive
And I'm not scared
Of your stolen power
I see right through you any hour
I won't soothe your pain
I won't ease your strain
You'll be waiting in vain
I got nothing for you to gain"
-"Eyes on Fire" by Blue Foundation
Briarlight
A brown tabby she-cat drug herself across the stone hollow toward the fresh-kill pile, grunting while she did so. Life had not been exactly easy since the accident with the tree. She was trying to help evacuate the elders' den when the beech tree fell into the center of the camp. The tree that had once nearly killed her, and did take the life of Longtail, a blind elder, was now providing shelter for the warriors. Since the tree destroyed a good bit of the warriors' den, the warriors now used it as their den.
Briarlight smiled triumphantly as she reached the fresh-kill pile while her limp hindquarters bounced along limply behind her. She picked out a plump thrush, hoping to share it with Jayfeather, and turned around to head back to the medicine cat den. "Briarlight!" a familiar voice called. Briarlight both loved and dreaded that voice; it was the voice of her mother, Millie.
Repressing a sigh, she dropped her bird and looked at her mother. "Hello, mother," she whispered, trying to keep any reproach out of her voice.
"Let me help you with that," Millie more stated the offered. Before Briarlight could even protest, her mother snatched up the bird and headed off toward the medicine cat den.
Briarlight bit back a harsh comment and shuffled after her, grumbling. "I'm not some helpless kit," she muttered angrily. She bit back a sigh as she reached the threshold of the medicine cat den. She knew that her mother meant well, but hated all of the attention. She had been this way for many moons know and knew how to take care of herself. She was getting along fine, and Jayfeather was there to watch her every day.
Jayfeather, she thought dreamily. From the moment Jayfeather examined her all those moons ago and ran his soft, gentle paws over her body, she'd had it bad for him. She so longed to feel his paws on her again… She shook her head, scolding herself internally. Jayfeather was a medicine cat for StarClan's sake! These… thoughts she was having about him were hardly appropriate.
"Did you do your exercises like Jayfeather asked you?" Millie inquired, setting the thrush in front of Briarlight's nest.
"Yes mother," Briarlight tried not to groan. Her mother was so demanding it seemed like. Even though Briarlight was mostly past her rebellious teenage phase, she still had that "I-can't-stand-my-mother-anymore-and-if-she-comes-near-me-I'll-claw-her-ears-off" feeling.
Briarlight staggered to her nest and flopped down carelessly, sending a cloud of dust floating into the air. She watched with horror as the cloud drifted toward the sleeping Jayfeather. Briarlight could only observe as Jayfeather woke up sneezing. Millie nearly jumped so high she hit her head on the roof of the den as Jayfeather's first sneeze split the air. "I'm sorry, Jayfeather!" Briarlight mewled quickly, hoping he wouldn't be angry. "I didn't mean to."
When Jayfeather had calmed down, he nodded weakly. "That's okay, Briarlight," he murmured. "It's not your fault."
Millie opened her mouth to say something, but then padded over to her daughter. The she-cat pressed her muzzle to Briarlight's ear in a motherly way before padding of the den. "Thank StarClan she's gone," Briarlight muttered when she was out of earshot.
A chuckle came from Jayfeather's direction, but otherwise, he didn't comment. "I got a thrush and I thought it was big enough that we could share," she told him timidly. She didn't know how he would react, but from the smile the flashed briefly across his face, she guessed it was okay.
"Okay, thank you. That was… very considerate of you," he meowed, lying beside her, their pelts nearly brushing.
Briarlight's breath hitched and Jayfeather shot her a questioning look. After a moment, the medicine cat shrugged it off and took a bite from the thrush. When Jayfeather raised his head, Briarlight bent down and took a bite herself, just overlapping the place where Jayfeather had bitten. Even the thrush tasted slightly like him.
She pulled away and looked at Jayfeather. He opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by a yowl just outside his den. "Bramblestar! Bramblestar!" the familiar voice of Foxleap shouted. "ShadowClan warriors coming this way!"
A/N: Told you it was short.
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