Post by ✶Jaysong✶ on May 9, 2017 15:35:12 GMT -5
I remember writing this for a friend on the old forums but I don't think she carried over. So if you're reading this, I was wrong, and my writing from back then was horrible. New people will likely cringe but I thought "what the hay? why not" so here we are. Better pieces will follow. Promise.
“Owlfeather!”
The golden she-cat jerked her head around to stare at the leader of ThunderClan, Bramblestar. The dark tabby stared at her, and his deputy and mate, Squirrelflight, swished her tail impatiently.
“Yes, Bramblestar?” she returned politely.
“You’re supposed to be on patrol,” Squirrelflight growled. “They just left. Where were you?”
Owlfeather studied her paws, embarrassed. She had been daydreaming about her hopeful future kits. She thought both of them would look like her, golden furred with grey eyes. They would have a stocky build, a trait of ThunderClan warriors, and they’d be loyal to the death. But there was one problem—
Owlfeather didn’t have a mate.
To be exact, she didn’t even have anything close to being a mate. The one cat who she had loved had died in battle, Foxleap.
Owlfeather sighed. She hated thinking of his glossy red fur and kind eyes, because she refused to dwell on the past and what could have happened. Normally, before the Great Battle, she’s dream that one of her kits would have orange fur like Foxleap and her grey eyes, and the other would be golden like her and have his green eyes. But none of that would happen now.
Owlfeather glanced up at her leader. “Should I go hunting?” she mumbled.
Bramblestar eyed her with sympathy. He understood her plight. The rest of the clan had known that she loved Foxleap, but Foxleap himself had been blind to her obvious love.
“Yes, you can go hunting, but take somebody with you,” Bramblestar warned, “tensions with ShadowClan are high.”
Owlfeather nodded slowly and looked around the stone hollow for her best friend—Waveheart. The black tom always made her laugh when she was feeling down. His aqua green eyes would sparkle with mischief—and something else that Owlfeather could never place. Whenever she was around him, she’d always feel her spirit rise, but her clanmates would just stare at her sadly and shake their heads. Owlfeather never knew why.
But now as she looked around for her friend, she couldn’t find him anywhere. “Hey Dovewing, do you know where Waveheart is?” Owlfeather queried.
Dovewing stared at her squirrel. “I think he’s out hunting with Blossomfall,” she replied.
Owlheart nodded her thanks and started out into the forest through the thorn barrier. Blossomfall, she mused, if it was anymore obvious that she’s padding after him it would slap Waveheart in the face, but he doesn’t seem to notice, just like Foxleap didn’t.
She had intended to go hunting near the ShadowClan border, but suddenly she realized that her paws had carried her towards the stream that bordered WindClan. She felt uneasy, somehow, even though it was a gorgeous day. Birds chirped overhead and the grass felt soft under paw. The sky was a crystal sky blue, and the wind caressed her face and brought scents of rabbit. But out of nowhere, the scents of rabbit were suddenly drowned out and the scents of Blossomfall and Waveheart bathed Owlfeather’s tongue.
Owlfeather inched closer and peered out through a bush. The two were standing by the stream—well, Waveheart was standing. He was staring at Blossomfall. And by the looks of it, the two had been arguing. Blossomfall was looking desperate and Waveheart looked quite flustered.
“Blossomfall,” Waveheart said in an exasperated tone, “I’ve told you before, and I’ll tell you again, I can’t be your mate, Blossomfall, and you know why.”
Owlfeather’s ears twitched. Why? I don’t why.
Blossomfall looked like she was about claw his ears off out of sadness. “Fine,” her voice sounded defeated, “I can’t change your mind about her. Or me.”
With that, Blossomfall spun on her heal and stalked off into the undergrowth.
Owlfeather narrowed her eyes and thought back carefully through her history with Waveheart. He’s never been close with any she-cat in the clan, and wouldn’t Blossomfall tell Bramblestar if Waveheart was in a forbidden relationship? She dismissed the thought immediately. Waveheart was too loyal to fall for a cat outside their clan. So who could “her” be?
Waveheart’s tail went up. “Owlfeather, I know you’re there,” he called.
Owlfeather stepped out of the bushes hesitantly and gave her chest an embarrassed lick. “I—I’m sorry for eavesdropping,” she stammered.
Waveheart dipped his head. “It’s alright. I heard the bushes rustling, and I was hoping it wasn’t a badger!”
Owlfeather let out a mrrow of laughter and padded forward to stand beside her friend. “I’m really sorry,” she murmured.
Waveheart stared at her, startled. “Why should you be sorry? Blossomfall knew I was not interested her, rather I like someone else.”
Owlfeather blinked. “Who’s that?”
Waveheart hesitated. “You know, I was actually hoping I’d see you, Owlfeather. You want to come on a walk me with me so I can talk to you?”
Owlfeather felt the blood drain from her face. It must be a she-cat from another Clan!
Owlfeather swallowed and nodded her head before following Waveheart up the WindClan border. The trees gradually thickened and the sunlight could barely penetrate the thick canopy of leaves.
Waveheart stopped and turned to Owlfeather. “Owlfeather, I need to tell you something,” he started to say quietly.
Owlfeather couldn’t take it anymore. “It’s a she-cat from another Clan, isn’t it?” she burst out.
Waveheart took a step back. “No no Owlfeather, that’s not it,” he shook his head. “Owlfeather, I love—”
Suddenly the ground started to shake and the earth began to cave beneath them. “One of the tunnels is collapsing,” Owlfeather screeched. She reached out her paws and tackled Waveheart into a tree nearby just as the ground opened up beneath her and she fell in.
Owlfeather gave a yowl as she hit the bottom of the pit and the earth crumbled down on top of her. She flailed around helplessly in the blackness. She felt buried, but she could see several holes peeking through the earth, showing bright blue sky. “Waveheart!” she cried frantically.
“I’m here Owlfeather,” he called from above the pit. “Don’t worry, I’m coming.”
Owlfeather laid there, dazed, as Waveheart made his way down to where she was partly buried. After several seconds, she could hear Waveheart digging away at the dirt around her.
Aware of the fact that she was near unconsciousness, Owlfeather started squirming. Soon the efforts of Waveheart had loosened the dirt that trapped Owlfeather and she was able to scrabble out of her earthy trap.
Owlfeather gasped and scrambled to her paws. Waveheart rested his chin on the top of her head and breathed a sigh of relief. “I thought I lost you,” he whispered.
Owlfeather let out a weak mrrow of laughter. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”
Waveheart closed his eyes and pressed his face to Owlfeather’s. They stood like that for several minutes before Owlfeather broke the silence.
“So, who was it that you were about to say you loved?”
Waveheart took a deep breath. “Well, I’m facing living my biggest fear right now,” he murmured. “Owlfeather, what I was trying to say is that I love you.”
Owlfeaher pulled away, shocked, and backed up slowly. Suddenly it hit her. That’s why Waveheart said no to Blossomfall—I’m the “her” Blossomfall was talking about! I’m just like Foxleap—I’ve been blind to the fact Waveheart loved me! No wonder everyone in the Clan is always sad when we’re together, they know he loves me!
Owlfeather was experiencing waves of emotion that she didn’t know she had before—not even when she thought she loved Foxleap. Then she realized that she loved Waveheart more than everything, and she was forever thankful he kept waiting for her.
“Oh Waveheart,” Owlfeather whispered, “I’m so sorry it took me this long to realize that I do love you too, and that it took a cave-in to prove it. You’ve always been there for me, never wavering, staying faithful. Can you forgive me?”
Waveheart blinked and nodded. “Why wouldn’t I?” he replied simply.
Owlfeather laughed and pushed her head into Waveheart’s chest. “What happens now?”
Waveheart licked her head. “We go back to camp, and we talk about it. After all, that’s what we’re best at, right?”
Owlfeather nodded blissfully. “Just because we’re mates now doesn’t mean we can’t be best friends.”
Waveheart’s ears twitched. “We’re mates now?”
Owlfeather looked troubled and hurt. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, “I guess I—I wasn’t thinking right.”
“No Owlfeather you don’t understand! I thought that too, I just thought you didn’t want a mate,” Waveheart said quickly, embarrassed.
Owlfeather flicked her tail. “Waveheart, I could imagine being mates with anyone other than you.”
* * * * * *
Owlfeather trotted out of the nursery followed by a parade of three tiny kits. She lifted her tail and pointing to Waveheart, who was sitting across the clearing. “That’s your father,” she said softly.
The kits blinked to adjust their eyes and then, with a squeal, took off to see their father. Waveheart turned just in time to see his kits as they jumped on him.
After Owlfeather had helped Waveheart pull their kits off of him, she sent them off to play and sat back with Waveheart. “We have some beautiful kits,” he murmured.
Owlfeather looked over at her kits and noticed the same thing. Their oldest daughter, Deerkit, had Owlfeather’s golden-brown fur and her father’s aqua eyes. Their other daughter, Moonkit, had Waveheart’s dark black coat and her mother’s stormy grey eyes, which were so large they appeared to be moons. And their only son had a dark red pelt and emerald green eyes. Owlfeather had suggested Firekit, in honor of Firestar, but Waveheart had a better idea. Foxkit.
Owlfeather and Waveheart watched their son and when they lifted their heads their eyes connected.
“You know I love you, right?” Owlfeather asked.
Waveheart wrapped his tail around her. “Of course.” He paused for a second. “More than Foxleap?”
“Way more than him.”
Waveheart sighed and closed his eyes. “We’re really lucky, you know that, right Owlfeather?”
Owlfeather looked around at her happy family and rested her head on Waveheart’s shoulder. “I could not agree more.”
I could't read it. I probably would have cringed way too much.
“Owlfeather!”
The golden she-cat jerked her head around to stare at the leader of ThunderClan, Bramblestar. The dark tabby stared at her, and his deputy and mate, Squirrelflight, swished her tail impatiently.
“Yes, Bramblestar?” she returned politely.
“You’re supposed to be on patrol,” Squirrelflight growled. “They just left. Where were you?”
Owlfeather studied her paws, embarrassed. She had been daydreaming about her hopeful future kits. She thought both of them would look like her, golden furred with grey eyes. They would have a stocky build, a trait of ThunderClan warriors, and they’d be loyal to the death. But there was one problem—
Owlfeather didn’t have a mate.
To be exact, she didn’t even have anything close to being a mate. The one cat who she had loved had died in battle, Foxleap.
Owlfeather sighed. She hated thinking of his glossy red fur and kind eyes, because she refused to dwell on the past and what could have happened. Normally, before the Great Battle, she’s dream that one of her kits would have orange fur like Foxleap and her grey eyes, and the other would be golden like her and have his green eyes. But none of that would happen now.
Owlfeather glanced up at her leader. “Should I go hunting?” she mumbled.
Bramblestar eyed her with sympathy. He understood her plight. The rest of the clan had known that she loved Foxleap, but Foxleap himself had been blind to her obvious love.
“Yes, you can go hunting, but take somebody with you,” Bramblestar warned, “tensions with ShadowClan are high.”
Owlfeather nodded slowly and looked around the stone hollow for her best friend—Waveheart. The black tom always made her laugh when she was feeling down. His aqua green eyes would sparkle with mischief—and something else that Owlfeather could never place. Whenever she was around him, she’d always feel her spirit rise, but her clanmates would just stare at her sadly and shake their heads. Owlfeather never knew why.
But now as she looked around for her friend, she couldn’t find him anywhere. “Hey Dovewing, do you know where Waveheart is?” Owlfeather queried.
Dovewing stared at her squirrel. “I think he’s out hunting with Blossomfall,” she replied.
Owlheart nodded her thanks and started out into the forest through the thorn barrier. Blossomfall, she mused, if it was anymore obvious that she’s padding after him it would slap Waveheart in the face, but he doesn’t seem to notice, just like Foxleap didn’t.
She had intended to go hunting near the ShadowClan border, but suddenly she realized that her paws had carried her towards the stream that bordered WindClan. She felt uneasy, somehow, even though it was a gorgeous day. Birds chirped overhead and the grass felt soft under paw. The sky was a crystal sky blue, and the wind caressed her face and brought scents of rabbit. But out of nowhere, the scents of rabbit were suddenly drowned out and the scents of Blossomfall and Waveheart bathed Owlfeather’s tongue.
Owlfeather inched closer and peered out through a bush. The two were standing by the stream—well, Waveheart was standing. He was staring at Blossomfall. And by the looks of it, the two had been arguing. Blossomfall was looking desperate and Waveheart looked quite flustered.
“Blossomfall,” Waveheart said in an exasperated tone, “I’ve told you before, and I’ll tell you again, I can’t be your mate, Blossomfall, and you know why.”
Owlfeather’s ears twitched. Why? I don’t why.
Blossomfall looked like she was about claw his ears off out of sadness. “Fine,” her voice sounded defeated, “I can’t change your mind about her. Or me.”
With that, Blossomfall spun on her heal and stalked off into the undergrowth.
Owlfeather narrowed her eyes and thought back carefully through her history with Waveheart. He’s never been close with any she-cat in the clan, and wouldn’t Blossomfall tell Bramblestar if Waveheart was in a forbidden relationship? She dismissed the thought immediately. Waveheart was too loyal to fall for a cat outside their clan. So who could “her” be?
Waveheart’s tail went up. “Owlfeather, I know you’re there,” he called.
Owlfeather stepped out of the bushes hesitantly and gave her chest an embarrassed lick. “I—I’m sorry for eavesdropping,” she stammered.
Waveheart dipped his head. “It’s alright. I heard the bushes rustling, and I was hoping it wasn’t a badger!”
Owlfeather let out a mrrow of laughter and padded forward to stand beside her friend. “I’m really sorry,” she murmured.
Waveheart stared at her, startled. “Why should you be sorry? Blossomfall knew I was not interested her, rather I like someone else.”
Owlfeather blinked. “Who’s that?”
Waveheart hesitated. “You know, I was actually hoping I’d see you, Owlfeather. You want to come on a walk me with me so I can talk to you?”
Owlfeather felt the blood drain from her face. It must be a she-cat from another Clan!
Owlfeather swallowed and nodded her head before following Waveheart up the WindClan border. The trees gradually thickened and the sunlight could barely penetrate the thick canopy of leaves.
Waveheart stopped and turned to Owlfeather. “Owlfeather, I need to tell you something,” he started to say quietly.
Owlfeather couldn’t take it anymore. “It’s a she-cat from another Clan, isn’t it?” she burst out.
Waveheart took a step back. “No no Owlfeather, that’s not it,” he shook his head. “Owlfeather, I love—”
Suddenly the ground started to shake and the earth began to cave beneath them. “One of the tunnels is collapsing,” Owlfeather screeched. She reached out her paws and tackled Waveheart into a tree nearby just as the ground opened up beneath her and she fell in.
Owlfeather gave a yowl as she hit the bottom of the pit and the earth crumbled down on top of her. She flailed around helplessly in the blackness. She felt buried, but she could see several holes peeking through the earth, showing bright blue sky. “Waveheart!” she cried frantically.
“I’m here Owlfeather,” he called from above the pit. “Don’t worry, I’m coming.”
Owlfeather laid there, dazed, as Waveheart made his way down to where she was partly buried. After several seconds, she could hear Waveheart digging away at the dirt around her.
Aware of the fact that she was near unconsciousness, Owlfeather started squirming. Soon the efforts of Waveheart had loosened the dirt that trapped Owlfeather and she was able to scrabble out of her earthy trap.
Owlfeather gasped and scrambled to her paws. Waveheart rested his chin on the top of her head and breathed a sigh of relief. “I thought I lost you,” he whispered.
Owlfeather let out a weak mrrow of laughter. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”
Waveheart closed his eyes and pressed his face to Owlfeather’s. They stood like that for several minutes before Owlfeather broke the silence.
“So, who was it that you were about to say you loved?”
Waveheart took a deep breath. “Well, I’m facing living my biggest fear right now,” he murmured. “Owlfeather, what I was trying to say is that I love you.”
Owlfeaher pulled away, shocked, and backed up slowly. Suddenly it hit her. That’s why Waveheart said no to Blossomfall—I’m the “her” Blossomfall was talking about! I’m just like Foxleap—I’ve been blind to the fact Waveheart loved me! No wonder everyone in the Clan is always sad when we’re together, they know he loves me!
Owlfeather was experiencing waves of emotion that she didn’t know she had before—not even when she thought she loved Foxleap. Then she realized that she loved Waveheart more than everything, and she was forever thankful he kept waiting for her.
“Oh Waveheart,” Owlfeather whispered, “I’m so sorry it took me this long to realize that I do love you too, and that it took a cave-in to prove it. You’ve always been there for me, never wavering, staying faithful. Can you forgive me?”
Waveheart blinked and nodded. “Why wouldn’t I?” he replied simply.
Owlfeather laughed and pushed her head into Waveheart’s chest. “What happens now?”
Waveheart licked her head. “We go back to camp, and we talk about it. After all, that’s what we’re best at, right?”
Owlfeather nodded blissfully. “Just because we’re mates now doesn’t mean we can’t be best friends.”
Waveheart’s ears twitched. “We’re mates now?”
Owlfeather looked troubled and hurt. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, “I guess I—I wasn’t thinking right.”
“No Owlfeather you don’t understand! I thought that too, I just thought you didn’t want a mate,” Waveheart said quickly, embarrassed.
Owlfeather flicked her tail. “Waveheart, I could imagine being mates with anyone other than you.”
* * * * * *
Owlfeather trotted out of the nursery followed by a parade of three tiny kits. She lifted her tail and pointing to Waveheart, who was sitting across the clearing. “That’s your father,” she said softly.
The kits blinked to adjust their eyes and then, with a squeal, took off to see their father. Waveheart turned just in time to see his kits as they jumped on him.
After Owlfeather had helped Waveheart pull their kits off of him, she sent them off to play and sat back with Waveheart. “We have some beautiful kits,” he murmured.
Owlfeather looked over at her kits and noticed the same thing. Their oldest daughter, Deerkit, had Owlfeather’s golden-brown fur and her father’s aqua eyes. Their other daughter, Moonkit, had Waveheart’s dark black coat and her mother’s stormy grey eyes, which were so large they appeared to be moons. And their only son had a dark red pelt and emerald green eyes. Owlfeather had suggested Firekit, in honor of Firestar, but Waveheart had a better idea. Foxkit.
Owlfeather and Waveheart watched their son and when they lifted their heads their eyes connected.
“You know I love you, right?” Owlfeather asked.
Waveheart wrapped his tail around her. “Of course.” He paused for a second. “More than Foxleap?”
“Way more than him.”
Waveheart sighed and closed his eyes. “We’re really lucky, you know that, right Owlfeather?”
Owlfeather looked around at her happy family and rested her head on Waveheart’s shoulder. “I could not agree more.”
I could't read it. I probably would have cringed way too much.
