Finally back! I have been starting a new job then caught the flu but now I'm back! And I will finish this story.
Happy Easter! Please feel free to leave reviews and I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own either Warriors or Ladyhawke.
Squirrelflight absolutely hated being confined. Ever since she was a kit, the ginger she-cat absolutely loathed the times she was confined to the medicine den with illness, and (far more commonly) to the nursery for her latest bout of mischief. During these times, she would amuse herself with imagining what it would be like to fly. To go where she pleased where she pleased when she pleased. She was so free-spirited her father even named her Squirrelflight.
Starclan must be laughing themselves silly, Squirrelflight mused wryly. For she ultimately got what she wished for.
On the one paw (or wing), she had to admit that flying was indeed amazing. The feeling of air currents supporting her weight, the breeze tickling at her feathers, the freedom to go in (almost) any direction without borders or rules, no fear of falling… it was rather liberating.
Or it should have been. Except…
Except whenever she tried to land (at any time before dusk), an air current would sweep beneath her and launch her skywards.
Except she could never seem to fly low enough to make out the faces of individual cats.
Except she could never see Brambleclaw.
Ashfur had taken everything. Not just her life. Not just her Clan. Not just Brambleclaw. He had taken what had always been freedom and turned it into a prison.
She swore she would see him dead for it.
Brambleclaw growled. If he had been a better-tempered cat, he might have managed a laugh at the irony of his predicament. He had always had to fight for two things in his life: one, to be stronger and two, not to simply be known as Tigerstar's look-a-like spawn.
Technically speaking, at least the first was true and the second would likely occur if anyone else found out about the curse. (He was also aware that Tigerstar would have killed to gain a body like this and was likely rolling in his grave.)
For his wolf form was strong. And fast. He literally managed to run laps around the entire clan territory in a single day. When scouting for shelter for Squirrelflight, he was able to easily move any impediment from logs to medium-sized (to him) boulders. He was easily able to deter any predators that may take an unhealthy interest in his mate during the long nights. What did it matter that he couldn't climb at night when he could fend off most threats?
Though he wasn't normally one for introspection, he had to wonder if this curse was specifically designed to torture them with their secret desires. Brambleclaw knew that Squirrelflight was, to put it mildly, a free spirit but was now trapped in the sky during the day. On what should have been Gathering nights, all he could do was howl mournfully at both the moon and the cold, uncaring stars. And at night, his wolf form was compelled to roam.
Away from his Clan.
Away from his life.
Away from Squirrelflight.
While the wolf gave him strength and speed, he was also trapped. Trapped by his own desires.
And he would see Ashfur dead for it.
To the reviewer that said I needed to fix this fic because there are no curses in Warriors... No.
1. This is fanfic and I have free reign. Mwahahaha
2. Some of the prophecies are just as bad as (or even arguably) worse than curses. Because curses can be thwarted while prophecies are pretty much always doomed to happen in some way or form.
I do understand where you are coming from but this is a crossover with a story that involves curses.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoy and have a wonderful Easter.