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

Part 3: Doubts and Jealousy

Ava'yorn, vorel xiekiv! Or, rather in your language, Hello, beautiful person! (Sorry. It's just that I'm kinda into learning Draconic :P) I didn't really have inspiration to write this part, so it's kind of 'forced writing' is what I'm gonna call it. It's short, and is basically just talking. I'm still planning 5 parts, so just think of this part as a 'filler in.'

Also, it's Spring Break for me right now (SPRING BREAK DEADLOX FTW) and I'm hoping to finish this by Monday. I have another longer book that I'd like to start on when this is done. I'm excited for it :D There's nothing else to say so,

CHARACTERS:

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

Cedarfrost - a white she-cat with a black underbelly and tail-tip and dark green eyes; ForestClan warrior

Badgerstripe - a black tom with a white stripe running down his spine and dark amber eyes; ForestClan warrior; Softpaw's mentor

Softpaw - a pure white she-cat with bright blue eyes; ForestClan apprentice; Badgerstripe's apprentice

Duskfeather - a black she-cat with a splash of white on her nose and green eyes; ForestClan elder

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Part 3: Doubts and Jealousy

We push through the gorse tunnel to the camp and march straight to the fresh-kill pile, which was a little ways to the side of the Master Tree, and deposit our catches. The cats of ForestClan were already crowding around the pile for the noon meal, either sharing with another cat or eating individually.

"Can I please take my rabbit to the elders, Badgerstripe?" Softpaw asks, mumbling around the tufts of fur in her mouth and jumping slightly up and down in her eagerness. "I heard that Duskfeather loves rabbit. "Her mentor only nods and the overly-excited apprentice dashes off toward the elders' hollow underneath the fallen tree trunk.

I start letting go of my thrush, but swiftly snatch it again and turn toward Hawkstrike. Before Cedarfrost gets the chance to ask him, I offer, "Want to share the thrush that you and I caught?"

I was expecting him to reply back to me something like, "I'd love to!" or "It would be an honor!" But instead, he only glances at Cedarfrost, who was busy nudging through the different varieties of prey thankfully, gives a hesitant nod, and a simple "Sure."

I lead the way across the clearing, away from everyone else, keeping close to Hawkstrike to make sure he doesn't try to leave me or anything. Yes, I want to eat with him, but my main reason right now is to figure out what in StarClan's name is getting into him. I thought that I am is one and only love for him? The only one that can make him happy?

We settle down in the space between the entrance to the nursery and the warriors' bush under a span of fronds hovering above the ground, making a shaded area from the sun. I bow my head and mumble, "Thank you, StarClan, for this food. You have been feeding us well this season." Then I breathe so softly that an ant right next to my mouth couldn't be able to hear me, "And please let this talk go well. You know I love Hawkstrike with all my heart, but I can't help but feel paranoid. I need your help. Please." I raise my head, glance at the cloud-streaked sky, and take a small bite out of the thrush. Hawkstrike mimics me, taking a bigger bite than me. We are silent for a few long moments, but that was enough time for me to bring up enough courage to actually start the conversation.

 "So, Hawkstrike," I slowly begin, picking my words out carefully, "you did a great job hunting just now. I mean, helping me with that--or, this, I suppose--thrush that was on the branch. That was brilliant."

He nods and responds, "You did well, too." With this, my heart lifts a little, but then it falls right down again as he continues. "But did you see Cedarfrost? She was legendary! So strategic, so sneaky. Amazing!" He turns to face me. "What do you think of her? She's probably the best hunter in the Clan."

I glance sideways and hesitantly reply, "Th-that's actually what I wanted to talk to you about, Hawkstrike." I notice his excited expression change into a confused one. "I think you're over-reacting about how Cedarfrost caught that squirrel. And... I think you are paying too much attention to her."

Confusion swirled in Hawkstrike's amber eyes. "What are you talking about, Rosebreeze? She's just another Clanmate who is a good friend to me. That's all."

I narrow my eyes at him and then look away. "More than 'good friends' if you'd ask me."

I look back at him for a second before I look away again, seeing his eyes wide with shock and his mouth gaping, to my happiness. "You think that I like Cedarfrost?" he asks, his voice high-pitched. "Rosebreeze, I told you, we're just friends! I like you--no." I glance at him again with surprise, but he seemed to be hoping for that, because he touches his nose with mine and murmurs, "I love you. You and only you."

We stare into each other's eyes, our noses still touching. I feel transfixed by his amber orbs, and see nothing but love sparkling in them. Maybe I was wrong? Maybe Hawkstrike does only see Cedarfrost as a friend?

I feel like a badger was just lifted off of my back as I lean forward and push my nose into Hawkstrike's shoulder fur, breathing in his sweet, foresty scent. "I'm sorry I doubted you, my dearest love," I purr, muffled by the hair. I pull away. "How could I be so stupid? Thinking that my mate loves someone else? StarClan, call me a mouse-brain!"

I return to eating the thrush alongside my mate Hawkstrike. We start chatting about the Clan and tell stories that happen throughout the day when we aren't together--which isn't a lot. I keep on glancing at him every now and then, admiring his dark brown pelt and glistening amber eyes. Love is still in his eyes, and he is now talking vigorously to me, the cat that he loves.

In all of my excitement, I think I see him glance over at Cedarfrost a couple times across the clearing, but I figured I was just imagining it. He just confessed his love for me again, for the hundredth time. I am the only cat that he loves.

When we finish the thrush, we lie down together, him lying on his side behind me, and then me on my side, back touching his soft belly. My head is tucked under his chin, and his chin is touching the top of my head. It feels amazing and so comforting. I close my eyes and then open them again after a while and scan the cats still in the clearing--two apprentices were practicing their battle moves on each other outside their bush; three kits were playing moss-ball together near the nursery, their mother watching a few tail-lengths away; some warriors were finishing up their meal or sharing tongues around the fresh-kill pile. One of the warriors catches my eye and stands out among the rest--Cedarfrost.

The mainly-white she-cat was lying next to the pile, her dark green eyes staring across the clearing at Hawkstrike and me. I notice her black-tipped tail flicking fiercely side-to-side, and her eyes were narrowed, as if in...

Hatred and jealousy.

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Like I said before, this a short part and was pretty much 'forced written.' Don't really like it, but it's done. Next part will be a lot more interesting and exciting, and maybe even surprising >:D

Don't forget to vote (I forget a lot so that's why I'm reminding you) and comment on how you're liking this short story so far, and maybe tell me what you think is going to happen. You may check out my other works, most if not all of them being Warrior Cats related. Add this to your library to be notified when I next update (which I hope is going to be Saturday). With nothing else to say, Bensvelk veyet'toon, or Good bye!

Word Count: 1040 (so short sad face)