Me, or Her? (A Short Story Based off of Warrior Cats)

Part 1: A Lovely Night

Greetings, [insert name here]! Today I'm giving you a short story that I wanted to write. I just felt like creating a wonderful story and here we are. Don't have much to say, but I'll explain more in the Author's Note after the story, so here are the characters in or mentioned in this part (yes, part):

Rosebreeze - a black she-cat with silver paws and a silver tail-tip with blue-green eyes; ForestClan warrior; mate of Hawkstrike

Hawkstrike - a dark brown tom with one white paw and amber eyes; ForestClan warrior; mate of Rosebreeze

Snakewhisker - a ginger tom with a white face and amber eyes; ForestClan deputy

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Part 1: A Lovely Night

We sit underneath the crescent moon as it hangs high in the pitch-black sky. Our warrior ancestors glitter and blink down at us as we embrace ourselves in one another. I take another long look around my surroundings--I was lying in the middle of a broad pond on a small island about three fox-lengths long with stepping stones connecting it to the main land. A small waterfall poured into the body of water, mist slightly emerging from the bottom of the cascade. The pond was surrounded by tall pine and oak and cedar trees, along with thick undergrowth hanging over the water's surface. Crickets quietly chirped and once in a while a frog would croak into the silent twilight air.

I saved the best for last--my beloved mate, Hawkstrike, the handsomest tom in all of the Clans. His dark brown pelt, and his distinctive white paw, and his gorgeous bright, amber eyes....

I love him.

My heart skips a beat and then speeds up every time I see him. The deputy of our Clan knows that we are mates--of course he does; who doesn't know we're mates?--and pairs us up together on every patrol we participate in, making the patrols more fun and interesting.

Oh! I got so excited about Hawkstrike that I completely forgot to introduce myself! My name is Rosebreeze, a name that Hawkstrike adores. He usually teases about my warrior name by plunging his nose into my fur and sniffing it, and then commenting about how wonderful and sweet it smells. I know he's just joking, but I can't help taking the complement seriously.

A soft tickle brings me back into reality. Hawkstrike had trailed the tip of his tail across my nose. I look into my mate's brilliant eyes across from me and blink lovingly. We move closer together in our curled-up ball and purr loudly at one another, enjoying the moment. A tingle goes through me as he gently licks my forehead.

"Oh, Rosebreeze," his pleasant murmur sounded, "did I ever tell you how much I love you?"

I give a mrrow of laughter. "Yes, my love. You tell me every day." I blink and continue after a few heartbeats, "But you could tell me again."

To my displeasure, the muscular tom turns his head aside and simply meows, "No."

My heart breaks a bit, but it returns to full health right away. I lean toward him a little and demand, "Tell me!"

Again, Hawkstrike refuses and shakes his head. "You'll have to make me tell you."

A mischievous look appears in my face and I quickly stand up, the grass of the minuscule island brushing against the bottom of my paws. Claws sheathed, I hop forward at the robust tom and tackle him mildly, soft enough not to hurt a hair on his luxurious pelt. I easily pin him down by forcing him to lie down on his side and placing my paws firmly on his flank.

"Tell me!" I insist, leaning closer to his face.

Hawkstrike was silent for a moment, but eventually gives a sigh and grumbles playfully, "Fine: I love you more than a kittypet loves its disgusting slop."