Icestar and Blossom

Chapter 24

Blossom had not come outside in moons. Her whole life had been ruined ever since Tulip's death. Ever since that horrible day, she had grown depressed and weak, just like her father. This was much worse though than just losing a mate. No, Blossom had lost three cats near to her.

One day, the twolegs shooed her outside. She groaned as she felt cool air brush against her fluffy pelt. It felt the same way it had the last time she had been outside. She shook her head, trying not to think of that day anymore.

She looked up, spotting Snickerdoodle sitting on his fence. She barely recognized the tom! HIs fur was ratty, his eyes bloodshot, and his tail, stiff.

"Sn-Snickerdoodle?" Blossom asked.

"Oh, sorry to interrupt your mourning," he mumbled, turning away.

"Snickerdoodle, wait! Come back! Please," she begged. "You don't know how much this hurts," she mewed, leaping onto the fence.

"Hurts? HURTS?!" he yowled. "You had a secret mate! You never loved me! Do you know how I feel everyday?! Do you?!" he screeched. Blossom had never seen him this angry before.

"No, I don't," she honestly told him. "Embertail was my old love. I met him again and well, it just sort of happened. But I've always loved you too, Snickerdoodle, and I still do," she whimpered.

"What a pathetic liar," he growled, padding into his house.

"No, please! Snickerdoodle!" she yowled. No one emerged from the house again. Blossom sighed, leaping back into her backyard. It seemed nothing would ever change.

Her sister was most likely dead, she had no family, and no one cared anymore. The only thing she knew about herself was that she was a kittypet, a kittypet who used to be a warrior, but was given away. A kittypet who still wished she were a warrior.

Blossom sighed, padding back inside the house where she was fed. She really wanted to make amends with Snickerdoodle, but she knew it would not happen.

Sighing, she laid down and slept. Her memories began to mix with her dreams, and she dreamt of her mother, her licks soothing Blossom as she played. She dreamt of Sammy, his humor that kept her laughing. She remembered Embertail, the flame that burst in her heart, who had kept her from dying. She dreamt of Tulip, her only kit, laughing and playing.

But the last thing she dreamt startled her. She dreamt of Icepaw, though this Icepaw was much older with a black tom who resembled Coalpaw. Was it Coalpaw? Beside her were three kits, and they laughed and played. Were Icepaw and Coalpaw mates? Were these their kits? Or was this all fake?

Blossom woke with a startle, watching rain pour down outside.

"Icepaw isn't alive," she told herself. "I'm just having weird dreams, that's all." No matter how hard she tried to believe that Icepaw was dead, a small flicker of hope spread through her.

Her sister might be alive!