Disclaimer: I don't own this, if I did... well, I don't think that actually Erin Hunter would be posting stories of non-canon pairings, or even canon pairings on a fanfiction site.

A/N: Crookedjaw and Bluefur are Ooc. Oh wow, really Ooc... but, eh, I thought it was funny. This would be... not long after they were made warriors, I guess? Oh. I take requests. I'll probably do every shipping that anyone requests, regardless if it's cats from a different period (ex: Revengeshipping [ScourgexAshfur]), two toms (ex: BrambleclawxAshfur), two she-cats (ex: MothwingxMistystar), incest (ex: LionblazexJayfeather), dead cat and a living cat (ex: IvypoolxHawkfrost) and just about anything else that I haven't mentioned already. I'll be gradually updating with chapters and always looking for more inspiration, so ship requests are encouraged.

Bluepaw: "Crookedpaw?"

Crookedpaw: "I'm guessing my warrior name will be Crookedjaw. Unless my tail goes the same way. Then Hailstar might have to rethink."

—Bluepaw and Crookedpaw's first meeting Bluestar's Prophecy, page 159

Rain pelted the ground, fresh dew littering the leaves, the fresh scent of spring air drifting around. Bluefur looked up, slightly alarmed, water dripping from her maw, whiskers twitching. The blue-grey she-cat looked up, her tail wagging and twitching slightly. She licked her muzzle, twitching her ears briefly and glancing over towards the RiverClan border. Blinking slowly, she opened her mouth, the scent of RiverClan drowning out all other smells, the sound of the gushing river droning in her ears.

"Bluefur."

Recognization flittered through her eyes and she dipped her head in greeting, silently contemplating if she should take a drink again. The water gushed beneath her paws. "Crookedjaw."

"What are you doing at the river?" She glanced up again, then raised her head. She flicked her ears, a sharp retort on the tip of her tongue before she bit it down. Wasn't it obvious? she thought. Coming here to see you. Of course, she didn't say this. She never did.

"Getting a drink," she said, countering her inner monologue, glancing over at Crookedjaw with a gentle gleam in her eyes. She smiled kindly at him, startling him slightly. She inched slightly closer to the river, small paws inching closer, Crookedjaw watching her every move, "Why are you here?"

He looked like he didn't expect the question and looked at her in surprise. "Me? Checking the borders," he huffed, a crooked grin on his muzzle. "Why not just collect moss, dip it into the water, then leave?" He sounded annoyed but as Bluefur dipped her head again to get another drink, she saw a small smirk cross his face.

Bluefur looked at him, shaking her head slowly. "Our moss has grown short in supply."

It was a lie, Crookedjaw realized slowly, rolling his eyes slightly in annoyance, his grin growing. "So in other words you just came here in hopes of seeing me?" The bold statement startled her, causing her to gasp loudly and snap her head up, her front paws splashing into the water in surprise. The water swam through her tufts of blue-grey fur, the mildly cold temperature clawing at her. He burst out laughing at her reaction, her wide eyes. "Just kidding."

"Be more considerate to your elders, Crookedjaw," she snapped at him, drawing her paws up and out, dragging her small pink tonuge across her paws.

"I'm older than you."

"Shut up!"

Her last statement caused him to come out howling again, and she glared at him through narrowed eyes, water seeping into the ground around her as she tried desperately to get the cool water off. Shaking her paws, she sent water flying everywhere before sighing in annoyance.

"S'not funny, it is rude to laugh at she-cats in distress," she scowled at him, her teeth poking through her lips a bit, ears flattening slightly.

"You're a she-cat?"Crookedjaw mock-gasped, raising a brown paw to his muzzle. Bluefur glared at him, her normally calm temperament spiking and quickly she dove one paw back into the river and flicked it, bringing it just below the surface and splashing him. "Hey!"

"What's the matter? Afraid to get a little... wet?" she mocked, grinning broadely. The smile quickly dispersed as he surged down, splashing water everywhere, but narrowly missing her. He started to get up on her side of the bank, kicking out his paws at her, soaking her fur. As quick as a fish, he brought his paws up and wrapped around her own set and with a quick snap, reeled back, dragging them both back. With a cry, they both tumbled into the cold water.

"Crookedjaw!" she screeched, shoving him aside, clawing and batting at his ears to which he barked laughter at. "You inconsiderate tom!" Her paws continued to rain down on him, droning out his laughter until he cried out his surrender. Digging his maw very awkwardly into her scruff he began to swim back towards her bank. "I can swim!" she hollered. He ignored her protests and hauled her onto her side, before dragging himself up and coughing. Spluttering out water, she glared at him. "Thanks for saving my life," she said finally, "Despite it being your fault anyways."

Letting out a laugh, he fell onto his back, grinning like a fool. Feeling as thought his laughter was contagious, she ended up giggling too and fell beside him, her sides heaving as she drank the air. Suddenly, he said calmly, "I think I understand why Oakheart loved you."

"What?" she meowed, alarm in her voice. Whe.. where did that come from? She tossed her head to the side, staring at him in surprise. He had a rather blank expression on his face, his eyes vacant slightly as he stared up.

"Do you still love him?" She frowned, not exactly sure where this was going but laid back down anyways, deciding that she didn't mind - yet.

"..Yeah, I suppose. He was the only tom who really caught my eye, ya'know? He wasn't always vying for my attention like Thrushpelt."

"What..." he looked away, sighing a bit, "...nevermind."

"No, I want to hear it, you'll probably regret it if you don't," Bluefur said knowledgebly.

"What about... me?" She looked over at him, confusion filling her gaze. What about you? her eyes read as he looked back at her, their heads on their sides, one ear cocked if a patrol came, one ear shoved into the ground. "...have I... ever caught your attention?"

She blinked slowly at him, unable to process what he said before realization dawned. "You mean... oh." She gulped a bit, unable to bring words forth. Her gaze traveled up to the overhang of the trees, her paws twitching slightly, one resting against her chest, the back of her head flat against the ground.

"Just forget it." She looked up to see him getting up, a sigh weighing heavily in the air. "Just pretend I didn't say anything."

As he prepared himself to jump back into the river to swim back to RiverClan territory, she called out after him, "Yes." He looked over at her as she sat up, confusion filling his amber gaze. "Yes, you have," she meowed finally. "I- ... I always thought that you didn't so Oakheart... he was a viable substitute."

She stared ahead, not daring to look at him. She felt his wet pelt brush against her's and she shivered slightly. "I'm glad," he meowed finally. "...because I don't think I could bear if it you didn't."

"The Clans would forbid it," she meowed, her tail wrapping around her paws, the sun blazing down on them pleasantly, making her suddenly feel very sleepy and lazy.

"They would if they found out," he agreed, and pressed his tongue against her ear, murmering something. Then speaking louder, "But they won't."

Our destinies don't lie with each other, she thought, but destiny has a way of being changed. She looked over at him, smiling a bit. "They never will," she agreed, sighing a bit as he dragged her tongue across her ear again, then shuffled towards him. His tail wrapped around her as they shared their bodily warmth, the wetness all but a last thought to both of them.

And for once, she forgot about Oakheart, and lived contently with a tom she very much loved.