A/N: My second challenge, this one is about either two cats from different clans or one being a medicine cat. My two cats were: Cherrywhisker- Sleek ginger tabby she-cat with white chest, paws and face and amber eyes. Quite lazy but is a good hunter when she wants to be. RiverClan. And Specklepelt- Fluffy white tom with grey specks all over him and green/yellow eyes. A new warrior, and therefore quite rebellious. ShadowClan.

Together: With Love Comes Hatred

She left camp cautiously, slipping through the undergrowth without a sound as she excitedly kept her paws from pelting to their usual meeting place. The only thing other than the hunt that could fill her with this much motivation and energy. After all, Cherrywhisker had such news to tell Specklepelt, even more exciting than his recently becoming a warrior. But she knew with that came a very difficult part in their relationship. They were from two different clans but their love was strong and true. They would find a way, she knew. They always did.

Finally, she could hear the sound of the stream just faintly ahead. She had always found the noise of the steady, slow flow of the water to be quite calm and soothing, lulling her to sleep whenever she was here alone for too long. She was RiverClan. But not tonight.

The ginger tabby and white she-cat sat there in waiting, tapping her tail lightly in frantic impatience as she gazed across the stream into his own naturally dark and looming territory. It normally didn't take this long for Specklepelt to arrive and she began to worry. Knowing it was best not to think about the worst, she let her thoughts drift to the night before. He had already been there when she reached their meeting place and he turn to her at the sound of her approaching paw steps, his grey specks lost in his moonlit white fur. She had smiled at the sight, his green eyes lighting up as he spoke her name though now that she thought about it, something had seemed off about him. Something behind his usual arrogant self. He had been nervous and she hadn't realized it until now.

What could have been the matter? She thought, suddenly very confused. He had never been afraid to come and meet her before, never been afraid of defying the code, so why would he be acting like this now?

Then she remembered what happened just before they had went their separate ways. There had been a sudden, small rustle back across the creek in his territory, something lurking in the night, interrupting their chatter. He had snapped his head towards the sound, herself doing the same.

"Specklepelt, what was that?" She had asked as he jump over the water to the other side.

"It was only a hedgehog." He said quickly after sweeping the area. "Nothing to fear."

How had she not seen the panic in his eyes?

"A hedgehog? Are you-"

"Yes, that was all." He had told her, gaze softening full of love. "I'm sorry to say that our time is up for the night, Cherrywhisker."

"So soon?" She had pleaded, not wanting to let him go so early in the night.

"Don't fret, love. I shall come for you tomorrow night." He meowed, leaning over the small rush of water towards her.

"And I shall be here." She said back, leaning across to nuzzle his face.

He pulled back slightly then to look into her eyes. "I love you, Cherrywhisker. I always will. I want you to know that, no matter what."

"Of course I do. I love you too." How had she not found his words alarming?

He smiled at her words, hovering there over the stream. His ear flicked once more and then he was disappearing into his own territory.

The sound of paw steps coming nearing broke her out of her reverie. They were loud enough to be heard over the quiet babble of the stream which was unusual for Specklepelt. He had always been sleek and silent.

"Specklepelt?" She called out tentatively.

She saw a figure come from the shadows and was surprised to see Tigerstripe, Specklepelt's fearsome brother.

"Tigerstripe?" She gasped sounding surprised, worried, suspicious, and disappointed all in that one word. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to tell you," he started, no emotion showing. "That Specklepelt is dead."

"What? Dead?" She cried, anguish crashing down on her as she processed the words. Not even caring that he somehow knew where to find her. "No, he can't be!"

"I'm sorry to say that he is." Tigerstripe rumbled, clearing the stream to stand in front of her.

She didn't even notice him. All she could think about was Speckletail. How could he be dead? He couldn't be! She cried, knowing she would now never see him again.

"I know why he broke the code for you. You are very beautiful." Tigerstripe said, breaking her from her thoughts once more. Using the tip of his tail he caressed under her jaw, moving closer until she could feel his breath on her face.

"Don't touch me!" She hissed, catching him across the face, his head turning with the blow as he gave a grunt of pain. How dare he touch her like that knowing that she would always be Speckletail's!

She glared at him as he turned back to her. She faltered when she saw his face however, shrinking back at the sight before her. The side of Tigerstripe"s face was covered with blood and his blue eyes were bright with murderous looking rage.

"You mangey she-dog!" He snarled, making Cherrywhisker step back. He raised a forepaw as if to strike but restrained himself, recomposing. "You only ever noticed Specklepelt when we first met. At that Gathering so long ago! I was in love with you the moment I saw you! But instead of me you met with my own brother every night! Me completely unnoticed! Entirely forgotten!"

"I'm sorry, Tigerstripe. But no matter what I'll always love Specklept." she said fiercely, understanding but still faithful to her secret mate.

"I know that. I've know that for a while now. That's why I told our clan of his treachery." Tigerstripe growled, claws sheathing and unsheathing. "And the best part was, they let me kill him." He smiled sadistically at her gasp. She started backing away but he only edged nearer. "And now you can join him."

He lunged at her, beating her mercilessly. "It didn't have to be like this!"

Collapsing onto the ground she looked up at him. "You know that's not true."

His exression twisted into doubt, uncertainty reflected in his eyes. Then once more she could see the hatred blazing in them. She stared up at him calmly, all fear gone even as he spread his jaws wide, snarling, to crush her throat.

And as his sharp fangs pierced her flesh she saw that she welcomed death. Because Specklepelt was waiting for her.