The Curse ★ Warriorcats Fanfiction

★Chapter 2★

Blueshine rushed down the narrow passageway leading into Thunderclan camp, the restrictive borders boxing her in on all sides. She held her breath, feeling her heart pump faster and faster as she erupted into the hollow.

The blue-grey medicine cat gazed upon the Thunderclan camp; rocks meant for sunbathing and artificial dens made from vines, moss, and thickets, all protected by the towering walls which bordered the camp; leaving only one entrance and one exit.

She finally rested her cool green eyes on the tall rock which laid in the center of the bustling camp, leaning against a huge oak tree. Alas, she could finally warn Lionstar!

Blueshine trotted towards it steadily, her sleek tail wisping the air as she ducked swiftly through the lichen barrier and into the cave hidden beneath the monstrous Highrock.

As she suspected, Lionstar was lazily dozing off in his soft, luxurious bracken nest beside an enthralling young gray she-cat with tufted ears and beautiful sage eyes, whom Blueshine recognized immediately.

Hollypool. Blueshine's heart sank, but she pushed away the thought.

Leisurely, the large golden-colored tom lifted his colossal head, whiskers twitching with distaste at the medicine cat's abrupt arrival. The she-cat stirred alongside him, looking up with a callous look in her eyes, her lip curling at the sight of Blueshine.

The youthful she-cat could feel her chest twisting at the sight of Lionstar, not being able to tear her gaze away from the handsome tomcat. Hollypool was completely erased from Blueshines sight of vision, her eyes fixated on the lion-like tom.

Taking his time, the leader lifted himself to his paws, stretching and parting his jaws in a ginormous yawn, his fangs glinting in the dusky sunlight filtering through the den's entrance. Beaming through the den, the dazzling, fiery-red rays of the setting sun illuminating his handsome features, highlighting his rippling muscles as the tom lifted himself and rolled back his shoulders. His amber gaze met Blueshine's, the amber flames of his optics sparked a feeling of longing inside of the she. She lost track of time, fixed into those flaming eyes. I could do this forever...

Blueshine could almost hear both the blood roaring in her ears and the fluttering inside of her chest. Just seeing the lean tom made her heart nearly burst out of her chest.

She hissed under her breath, shaking out her thick blue-grey pelt. She was acting like the boy-crazy apprentice she used to be!

I can't go back to that life.. not now. I made a commitment to my clan, and I have to stick with it.

Blueshine lifted her lighter-tinted chin, clearing her throat and trying to only look at the tom in a business-like manner.

"What can I do for you, Blueshine?" The tom rumbled, his deep and monotonous voice ringing in her ears and sending a sense of authority and admiration through her petite body, making her shiver.

Blueshine gulped down her feelings. "I need to speak with you.. alone," the blueish cat shot a chilling glare towards Hollypool, who returned the cold gesture with a small hiss, revealing her dagger-like canines.

Lionshine beckoned towards the exit with his golden, pale-tipped tail, glancing towards Hollypool. The beauty huffed before rising to her paws and parading away, chin and tail raised high.

The blue-grey medicine cat let out a shaky breath, as though she'd been holding it, and blurted everything out. "There's a curse, Lionstar! I got a vision from Starclan- there was blood everywhere, and dead cats, and- oh, it was horrible!" She cried. Lionstar frowned, sitting back down and lapping at his chest while Blueshine rested her hopeful gaze on him.

After a moment's hesitation, he lifted his large head, his handsome face meeting Blueshine's.

"So, what do you know about this.. curse?" He queried in his low, smooth tone. Lionstars head tilted to the side, leaning his jaw on his shoulder slightly.

"Well, I..." Blushine's voice trailed off, her face becoming even more reddened from the embarrassment. Lionstar lifted a cat-brow.

The tom parted his jaws into an incurious yawn. "Wow, that's frightening," He meowed, although his voice carried not the slightest hint of concern. After a brief awkward silence sparked from Blueshine's utter shock, the leader flopped back onto his belly, settling himself back into his opulent nest, crafted from the softest fronds in the forest.

"I'm going to sleep. The sun has nearly set," the burly tabby meowed, flicking his tail dismissively.

Blueshine stared at the golden leader with widened, puzzled yet furious green orbs. She opened her jaws to object, but was interrupted by the handsome tabby's deep, alluring tone, rolling off of his tongue as smooth as honey.

"Oh, and could you fetch Hollypool for me? She's probably waiting for me," he purred, smirking and showing his sharp, monstrous fangs.

The sleek, robust medicine cat bit back an audacious response, whipping around and trotting out of the den with her head spinning.

Back in the clearing, she spotted Hollypool chatting with Bramblefang, her father. Blueshine shivered as images of bloodsoaked, fallen warriors invaded her senses, making her pause in her stride. She couldn't help thinking of the brawny tabby, soaked in scarlet bloodshed and their dark green eyes dull and empty.

Shaking away the intrusive thoughts, Blueshine continued towards Hollypool.

"Lionstar wants you in his den," The sleek, thick-pelted healer meowed through gritted teeth. Hollypool got to her paws without so much as acknowledging Blueshine, brushing past her after waving her tail in a farewell to Bramblefang wordlessly

A growl rose in Blueshine's throat, but she swallowed it back down. Overwhelmed with disappointment, she padded to the medicine cat den; a burrow dug just below one of the towering walls of the hollow. Two large rocks leaned against each other above it, creating a roof for the entrance of the den.

Blueshine lowered herself to her belly, squeezing into the den. With a heavy sigh, her legs buckled beneath her and she stumbled into her stale moss nest. She let out a light hiss, turning her head and plucking a thorn from underneath her. Since when did Lionstar become so uncaring?

Exhaustion overcame the she-cat. She dropped her head wearily onto her paws, her now-dulled eyes shutting tightly and now opening until the next morning.