The dark colored tom has been a ThunderClan prisoner for a little while now, but he knew it hasn't been moons. He swished his crooked tail over the fresh grass near his new nest, admiring it's comfortable coolness. He recently became blinded in a fight so he had no way to know where the entrance to the camp was so he could escape. Snorting out of frustration, he rested his head on his paws that were folded in front of him, Brokenstar almost fell asleep until he heard heavy paw steps, he then lifted his head and sniffed the air, scenting the sharp musk of Tigerclaw, the ThunderClan deputy.
"W-What do you want?!" He growled, angry at his voice for cracking.
"Calm down, kitty." Tigerclaw growled back, "I brought you something to eat."
"Why?"
"Because Bluestar is a goody two-paws and believes that everyone in the camp deserves something to eat."
Tigerclaw explained as he turned away.
"W-Wait! Don't leave!" Brokenstar called out to the massive cat.
"What?"
"Come back! It... it gets kinda cold over here."
"Tch! I thought ShadowClan cats were used to the cold?" Tigerclaw taunted.
"No! That little kit's story about the wind is just that, a story! Please... I don't like to be cold."
"Fine. But if you mention this to anyone. I'll rip your throat out and feat it to the snakes." Tigerclaw snarled as he settled himself down next to the blind cat.
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Warrior Cats: Fluffs LGBTQ+ (#FreeTheLGBT)
FanfictionI'm taking requests for LGBT+ ships for Warriors. have fun! (no smuts please. it's awkward to write since they're cats!)
