Title: Spark
Word count: 292
Fandom: Warriors
Summary: Spottedleaf regrets the short amount of time she spent with Fireheart.
Notes: This could be taken in companionship with my oneshot Ashes, I suppose. I have a bit of a three-part story arc about Cinderpelt, Spottedleaf, and Sandstorm angsting about Firestar... with thrown in fire metaphors, of course. Ashes, Spark, and Blaze. Enjoy!
What was between them was a spark of love—nothing more.
Given time, given care, the spark could have burst into flame—but fate and chance had snuffed out her future, leaving him all alone in the cruel, cold world.
Spottedleaf could, at least, watch over him from the stars. He knew she was watching and guiding him. He knew that there had been something between them... he knew what could have been.
If she had lived... If she had been just a little bit younger... If she hadn't been a medicine cat... it could have had a happy ending.
But he was destined to burn brightly, being a beacon to all the Clans, and StarClan knew he could not be distracted by her. So her life had been taken in exchange for his future.
Spottedleaf could only dwell on the past. The past was all she had. Fireheart had a future ahead of him... all she could do was guide him in his dreams. Meanwhile, he yearned for her while another grew to love him.
When the broken cinders of another life touched by his flame tried to tell him to live in the present, to stop dwelling on the past, Spottedleaf despaired. Her spark had been snuffed out along with her life, Cinderpelt's had crumbled into ashes along with her broken leg, but Sandstorm's still stood a chance. She knew Cinderpelt was right. She wanted the best for Fireheart. But still it pained her to see her hopeless dreams die as he developed and nurtured the spark with Sandstorm.
It became a blaze. Fireheart at last found love he could nurture... and he was happy.
At least he was happy.
If only she could have been his blaze...
If only.