Tigerstar x Spottedleaf is my guulty pleasure
Oct 16, 2016 19:44:00 GMT -5
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Post by 𝓣𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓿𝓲𝓮𝓵 on Oct 16, 2016 19:44:00 GMT -5
I don't know why, but it's probably the only ship that I like that involves either these cats. Never mind that some of their interactions seem to come off as almost flirtatious banter. Though this does make me wonder what would've happened had Tigerstar and Spottedleaf secretly been in love.
“So, Spottedleaf.” Tigerclaw addressed the tortoiseshell with a confident meow. “How is he? Do you think you can save him? I’ve spent a lot of time training him up, and I don’t want my efforts to be wasted at the first battle.”
Spottedleaf didn’t look up from her patient as she replied. “Yes, a pity if, after all your valuable training, he dies in his first fight, eh?” Firepaw could hear a teasing purr in her soft mew.
“Will he live?” Tigerclaw demanded.
“Of course. He just needs to rest.”
Tigerclaw snorted and looked down at the motionless black shape. He jabbed Ravenpaw with one of his front claws. “Come on, then! Get up!”
Ravenpaw didn’t move.
“Look at the length of that claw!” Firepaw hissed.
“Too right!” replied Graypaw with feeling. “I know I wouldn’t want to get into a fight with him!”
“Not so fast, Tigerclaw!” Spottedleaf placed her paw over Tigerclaw’s sharp talon and gently moved it away. “This apprentice needs to keep as still as possible until the cut has healed. We don’t want him opening his wound by jumping about trying to please you. Leave him alone.”
Firepaw found himself holding his breath as he waited for Tigerclaw’s reaction. He guessed that few cats dared to give orders to the warrior like that. The big tabby stiffened, and seemed about to speak when Spottedleaf mewed teasingly, “Even you know better than to argue with a medicine cat, Tigerclaw.”
Tigerclaw’s eyes flashed at the little tortoiseshell’s words. “I wouldn’t dare argue with you, dear Spottedleaf,” he purred.
Spottedleaf didn’t look up from her patient as she replied. “Yes, a pity if, after all your valuable training, he dies in his first fight, eh?” Firepaw could hear a teasing purr in her soft mew.
“Will he live?” Tigerclaw demanded.
“Of course. He just needs to rest.”
Tigerclaw snorted and looked down at the motionless black shape. He jabbed Ravenpaw with one of his front claws. “Come on, then! Get up!”
Ravenpaw didn’t move.
“Look at the length of that claw!” Firepaw hissed.
“Too right!” replied Graypaw with feeling. “I know I wouldn’t want to get into a fight with him!”
“Not so fast, Tigerclaw!” Spottedleaf placed her paw over Tigerclaw’s sharp talon and gently moved it away. “This apprentice needs to keep as still as possible until the cut has healed. We don’t want him opening his wound by jumping about trying to please you. Leave him alone.”
Firepaw found himself holding his breath as he waited for Tigerclaw’s reaction. He guessed that few cats dared to give orders to the warrior like that. The big tabby stiffened, and seemed about to speak when Spottedleaf mewed teasingly, “Even you know better than to argue with a medicine cat, Tigerclaw.”
Tigerclaw’s eyes flashed at the little tortoiseshell’s words. “I wouldn’t dare argue with you, dear Spottedleaf,” he purred.
Spottedleaf dug her claws into the earth. “These cats have always lived outside the code.” Her mew was thick with disgust. “They were rogues within their Clans. They are rogues now. That’s why they’re here. They never deserved to be called warriors.”
Foul breath stirred the fur on Jayfeather’s spine. “You’re wrong.”
The two cats spun around. Tigerstar sat in the middle of the trail, staring at them, his eyes lazy with contempt. “There’s no code to say what can and can’t happen here.” His gaze flicked to Hawkfrost. “It’s your world that’s restricted by petty rules and expectations.”
Anger surged through Jayfeather. “A true warrior’s heart needs no rules! It can do no evil!” he blurted. Amusement lit Tigerstar’s amber gaze.
He turned to Spottedleaf. “Don’t you just love his innocence?”
Spottedleaf straightened. “It’s goodness, not innocence.”
Foul breath stirred the fur on Jayfeather’s spine. “You’re wrong.”
The two cats spun around. Tigerstar sat in the middle of the trail, staring at them, his eyes lazy with contempt. “There’s no code to say what can and can’t happen here.” His gaze flicked to Hawkfrost. “It’s your world that’s restricted by petty rules and expectations.”
Anger surged through Jayfeather. “A true warrior’s heart needs no rules! It can do no evil!” he blurted. Amusement lit Tigerstar’s amber gaze.
He turned to Spottedleaf. “Don’t you just love his innocence?”
Spottedleaf straightened. “It’s goodness, not innocence.”
