My Immortal (Fireheart X Spottedleaf)

Omens

Slowly opening his eyes, Fireheart found himself alone in the forest. Heaving himself to his haunches, Fireheart studied the darkened forest and padded around. Nothing stirred. Only Fireheart's slow breaths filled the air, seeming alarmingly loud in the silence. An owl flew over head and Fireheart dropped, ready to fight it off should the bird attempt to swoop down. But to his relief, the owl took no notice and flew off.
Then suddenly, shattering the silence, came the distressed mewing of a young kit. Fearing that the owl may be hunting the kit, Fireheart powered towards the source of the mewing. A sound of splashing and a cold wet feeling alerted Fireheart that he had mindlessly followed the sound to the river. The mewing came again from the other side, more distressed than ever.
Then another sound came from the other side of the bank, one that tugged at Fireheart's heart. Spottedleaf was screaming in fear. Diving recklessly into the frigid cold water, Fireheart paddled weakly across the swirling waters. However the waters hid many dangerous undercurrents and Fireheart was swept downstream. As he battled the currents, the frightened mews of Spottedleaf and the mystery kit tolled heavily in his ears. But resistance against such a force of nature was futile. Water filled the tom's mouth and nose and he was dragged under. The last thing he saw was a scarred tabby looking down on him, amber eyes glittering with malice and contempt.
Scrabbling out of his nest, Fireheart awoke with a start. Panting heavily, Fireheart tried shake his head clear but it was a pointless gesture. Dustpelt and Sandstorm were awakened by his sudden motion.
"Awww did our fearless deputy have an ickle nightmare?" jeered Dustpelt. Sandstorm shot the tom a glare which dared Dustpelt to make another crack at his deputy. Dustpelt toook the hint and shut up. Fireheart nodded his thanks to Sandstorm.
"I need some air," he meowed weakly before quietly leaving the den and padding out into the darkened camp. Like a queen curling around her newborn kits, night blanketed the sky above ThunderClan, engulfing the camp in tranquility. However Firehearts thoughts were a whirlwind of questions.
"What had Tigerclaw been doing in his dreams?" he thought, "Had this been a sign from StarClan? If so what did it mean? Who was this mystery kit? And why had it and Spottedleaf been in such terror?"
Instinctively Fireheart found himself approaching the medicine den. Inside he could hear the soft and gentle breathing of the medicine cats. Peering through the brambles and branches that guarded the den, Fireheart sighed happily as he set eyes upon Spottedleaf. His relief was short lived however as Yellowfang's eyes flickered open.
"Fireheart," she almost growled, "What are you doing at this StarClan forsaken hour?"
"I..I couldnt sleep," Fireheart admitted weakly. Yellowfang rolled her eyes.
"I can see that. I meant what are you doing here?"
Fireheart felt a shiver run down his spine. Should he tell Yellowfang? "I uh... had a bad dream."
"How awful," she meowed sarcastically, "I am currently having one about a certain tom who wont let me go to sleep"
"Sorry Yellowfang."
"You should be," Yellowfang yawned. She then looked into Fireheart's eyes. The tom shifted uncomfortably. Something passed over the old medicine cat's face. Realization.
"Was StarClan's message bad?" she asked suddenly. Fireheart seemed startled at first but solemnly nodded.
"I heard a frightened kit mewing, Tigerclaw looking down on my evilly and I heard Spottedleaf screaming. What does it mean?" he half asked Yellowfang, half asked himself. Yellowfang slowly shook her head.
"I dont know right now young Fireheart, but I dont believe it to be good. Would you like some poppy seeds?" Fireheart nodded.
As Yellowfang turned to retrieve the seeds, Fireheart found his gaze being drawn towards Spottedleaf, curled up in her sleep. He couldnt help but sigh happily. She seemed so peaceful, so beautiful, like a newborn kit who is innocent to the evil of the world. But Fireheart was then interrupted by the return of Yellowfang.
"Eat these," she meowed tiredly. The fiery tom obeyed the order and then looked back at Yellowfang.
"Um Yellowfang..?"
"What is it now?" she hissed tiredly.
"Do you think I could sleep here tonight? I think that it may help."
Yellowfang briefly shot Fireheart a glare that seemed to say, "Dont push it," but then she blinked it away and simply shrugged, making room before curling back up and returning to sleep. The fact that Yellowfang had accepted told Fireheart one thing. That he must have looked absolutely terrified.
Silently, Fireheart crept into the den and curled up in the space that Yellowfang had made. Right next to Spottedleaf. Fireheart felt his pelt growing hot as he lay down next to the lovely tortoiseshell she cat and close his eyes. Her sweet scent filled his nostrils as Fireheart drifted off to sleep.
Meanwhile, two cold golden eyes watched ThunderClan camp. The dark brown tabby sneered with vindictiveness.
"How interesting," he growled softly before disappearing into the night.