The young apprentice padded along the riverbank. It was a warm Newleaf day with plenty of fish in the river and his clan was well fed. The rest of his clan was in their camp sunning themselves.
His head hung and his tail dragged along the grass.
The she-cat had been horrified. She'd run away without a backward glance.
His heart felt as though it was torn in two. One half was loyal to his clan and to the Warrior Code.
The other was dedicated to her. To Gingerpaw, the apprentice from an enemy clan.
He loved her and it was killing him from the inside.
* * *
The young she-cat gazed out over the river. Towards Foxpaw's home.
She couldn't be with him. It went against everything in the Warrior Code. It went against her leader, against her clan, against her instincts of what was right.
But she couldn't ignore the longing she felt to be with him. Or the warmth his touch gave her.
No.
She had to stay loyal to her clan. She had to, or else it would hurt everyone in her clan.
But the hurt he had felt when she had run away was reflecting inside herself, tenfold.
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Gingerpaw
RomanceA feral cat, born and raised in Treeclan, looks all set to become the perfect warrior that her clan needs to protect them from harsh seasons and deadly rivalries. She has a mother, father, sister, and a best friend who hopes to someday be her mate...
