Spark { Warrior Cats Fanfiction ; Complete }

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Tall grass waved small hello's, faint dreamy sunlight glimmering and outlining their silhouettes. They licked Sparkfur's shoulder as she passed them, cold and wet from the home-y freshness of rain. She blinked up, sunlight reflecting in her eyes.

"Ryeheart!" She purred, picking up the pace as she saw his figure at the top of the grassy hill. He turned, his gold eyes glimmering as he realized it was her.

"Hey!" He purred, running his head across her spine as she crossed to sit at his side.

"Everything's so crazy..." She whispered, looking at him.

"I know..." A dreamy, quiet swirl of faint missed dipped across the grassy valley the hill overlooked. "I wish I were there with you."

"If you were here, I would go back to DrizzleClan. I... I miss Berryfoot and Frostheart and everybody else, even the cats I don't know, just only know their faces." The mist was getting thicker, the soft sunlight still shining.

"I'm here now."

"That's not good enough." The mist was getting even thicker, turning to water. It flooded the valley. Sparkfur didn't want to address the issue. She just wanted to stay where she could only smell watermint and what she imagined sunshine to smell like. The water level got higher.

"You don't have to fight anymore, it's okay. I died, and that's okay. You should go back home, where you belong."

"Ryeheart... I belong with you...!" She half-begged, her ears turning back slightly, and her head ducking. The water got higher and higher so quick. The waves started sloshing at their paws.

"Oh Sparkfur...," he laughed gently, brushing his soaking wet tail against hers, "..my Sparkfur." The water was getting higher, and Sparkfur stood up to avoid drowning. Ryeheart didn't move, just looked into her eyes.

"Ryeheart, we have to go!" He blinked those sun colored orbs in response. She took a step back quickly with a screech as a drop of blood rolled down his shoulder from the back of his neck, dripping into the now shoulder high water. Ryeheart still didn't move.

Her eyes were round and fear rolled off her in waves, her ears back and her mouth parted as she held back a cry of fear, "Rye--!" She began to screech his name, but the water filled her lungs, and she closed her eyes as tight as she could, the water level reaching her ear tips.

Sparkfur opened her eyes, breathing heavily. She blinked several times, looking around herself with eyes wide. She was pressed against one of the wood plank boxes another cat was inside for a den, and there were several other sleeping forms around her.

She was alone in a crowded room, afraid and yet still very alone.

Pale moonlight streamed in from the glass windows at the top of the camp. She stood up shakily. She couldn't fall back asleep, she wouldn't. She padded past a sentry who gave her a small nod, and she hurried out the exit, breathing in as much of the fresh air as she could. She liked watersides, they smelled like water-mint, which always reminded her of...him....

But the salty water that lapped up at the stone wall didn't have water-mint growing next to it, just cawing seagulls that always annoyed her. She hated it here, and she wanted to be in DrizzleClan.

Her training in the rogue clan was different than in DrizzleClan: she had a healing cut on her flank from a practice, as well as a permanent nick in her right ear from when Olice had clawed it. She had also realized Waspclaw was right: she wasn't as good a fighter as she thought. Probably barely good enough to be in the cedar den, if that. She had never realized because she was never really fighting, just....