Warrior Cats Oneshots (TERRIBLE, OLD AND JUVENILE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK)

I'm Willing to Wait for It (Hawkheart X Fem! Reader)

So. Most of you probably don't Remember Hawkheart. He was the WindClan medicine cat before Barkface. He was a warrior before he was a medicine cat, though. We don't know much about his past besides that. I just got inspiration and was like "Why the heck not?" If you recognize which musical the title is from, well, COOKIES TO YOU! (Where in the world is the cookie icon? I'll settle for this - (: :) (: :). It's my favorite song in the musical.
I have absolutely no idea who was WindClan Leader before Heatherstar, so I just made Minnowstar up.
Anywho, warning, SAD.
(I used up part of a tissue box writing this. WHY!)
Also, prepare yourself for the timeskips. Lots of 'em.
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Battle. That one word made Y/A/N feel nauseous. That one word made Y/A/N sick. That word made her angry.
But that one word was what she was in the midst of right now. "WindClan!Attack!" Y/A/N threw herself onto the back of a RiverClan warrior at Minnowstar's command. The much larger warrior yowled and tried to buck the p/p p/c she - cat off himself. That just made Y/A/N hang on tighter, her claws gripping the tabby's flesh. He stomach felt nauseous from all this bumping around. A moment later, blood splattered he muzzle. She lifted a paw to wipe it off, and the tabby beneath her took advantage. He swirled around, her falling off his back, knocking the air out of her lungs. The warrior slowly stalked over to her. "I'll make your death quick, little one." He hissed.
The terror that overwhelmed Y/A/N soon turned to anger and energy. She got up, adrenaline (I cannot spell) pumping through her veins. Bunching up her hind legs beneath her, she leaped, taking the tom by suprise and digging her teeth into his neck. After a moment, he went limp. Y/A/N got up, her muzzle soaked with blood. She panted heavily, looking down at the dead body before- oh no. Dead. Body. Y/A/N looked down in shock. The claw marks on the tom's back only had a bit of blood flowing out of them, but Y/A/N could tell they had been painful before he- Died. The wound on his neck was pulsing more blood, and his muzzle was caught in a snarl. His eyes were clouded, faded, but Y/A/N caught a gleam of- sadness? In his eyes. His RiverClan scent was strongly overpowered by the overwhelming smell of blood. All around Y/A/N, battle was still raging, but she couldn't take her eyes off the tabby. "Y/A/N! Y/A/N! Are you hurt!?" Y/A/N tore her e/c gaze away from the corpse before her. That's all he is now. A corpse. The dark brown shape of Hawkpaw came towards her. "Y/A/N?" He asked softly. Y/A/N shivered. Hawkpaw's voice was usually so calming, but now it filled her with terror. "I killed him," She whispered. Hawkpaw's yellow gaze dragged itself to the body before them. His expression softened. "Y/A/N-" he struggled for a moment, trying to think of something positive to say. "You're not the first cat to kill another. It'll be fine," but just as he finished the sentence, Y/A/N turned to face him. Hawkpaw was shocked to see tears streaming down her cheeks. (Do cats cry? I have no idea,) "You don't understand!" Y/A/N cried out. "He could have kits, waiting for him to come home. A mate, hoping for the best. Maybe an apprentice, wishing that he'd come back safe. That he'd come back as more than-" she shivered. "A corpse," Hawkpaw looked at her. He never thought someone would be sad about killing and enemy. Sad about killing someone who had just tried to kill them. But here was Y/A/N, crying over his body like she would over a fallen clanmate. Hawkpaw scooted closer to her, and she buried her face into his shoulder. Hawkpaw could feel the blood on her muzzle soaking into his pelt, but at the moment, he didn't care. He rested his chin on her head, and she buried her face even deeper into his chest, her tears soaking through his fur. He hated seeing her cry. He wished he could do something to stop the tears. But for now, he comforted her.

XX LE TIME SKIP XX

"Y/W/N! Hawkheart! Y/W/N! Hawkheart!" Y/W/N and Hawkheart smiled down at the warriors around them, shouting their warrior names. The brown tom grinned at his best friend, and she smiled sweetly back. "We're warriors!" He mouthed. Y/W/N rolled her eyes. "Finally!" She mouthed back. They glanced at each other one more time before smiling down at the crowd again.

XX LE TIME SKIP XX

"No- NO! No- Please! I'm sorry!" Hawkheart struggled out of his unconscious state. Y/W/N was curled up by his side, tossing and turning in her sleep. "Oh no," he murmured. "Not again," Ever since Y/W/N had killed that RiverClan warrior, Blackfeather, she was haunted by dreams. She told Hawkheart that "After you kill someone, they never really leave you. They haunt you forever." The dreams had grown less frequent, especially since Doetail, Blackfeather's mate, had forgiven her. Hawkheart had thought they were gone by now, the last dream had been almost three moons ago, but he was obviously wrong. "Y/W/N," he whispered, leaning forward to whisper in her ear. "You're dreaming. Please wake up." Y/W/N stopped turning, but she let out a small whimper. "Please,"Hawkheart whispered. "Wake up," Y/W/N slowly opened her e/c eyes. "Hawkheart?" She breathed, shifting in their nest. "I'm here," he whispered. "I'm right here,"

XX LE TIME SKIP XX

Hawkheart paced before the nursery. What in StarClan's name is taking so long? He glance toward the entrance and debated going through. Labor wasn't supposed to take this long, right? He balanced the consiquences, and padded into the nursery. Almost immediately, Redthistle blocked his way. "You're not supposed to be here," She hissed. (Quick author's Note - I think Redthistle was the medicine cat before Hawkheart. I don't Remeber their gender, so let's just make them a she - cat!) Hawkheart glared at her, his yellow gaze unwavering and his neck fur bristling. "This is my mate giving birth," he hissed. "I need to see her." Redthistle looked down and sighed, shaking her head. "Young cats," She muttered. Hawkheart pushed past her, and almost had a heart attack when he saw his mate. "Y/W/N!" He cried out, rushing to the p/p p/c she - cat's side. The she - cat was huddled around three shivering shapes, and her hindquarters were covered in hot, sticky, thick blood. Hawkheart started licking Y/W/N's forehead, tears starting to fill his eyes. Y/W/N looked up at him, and Hawkheart's heart skipped a beat. Her eyes were almost pulsing- fading, then coming back bright. For moments, they faded, then came back bright for a second, then faded again. She coughed, and blood dribbled down her chin. Hawkheart's heart pounded. No! She can't be dying! Y/W/N met Hawkheart's eyes. "Take care of our kits," She rasped. She lay her head down on her paws and shivered. "No-" Hawkheart's voice cracked. "You're gonna be fine. Yes, yes, that's it!" He put a fake smile on his face, and looked to the side. "Redthistle will come with some herbs, and you'll be fine-" his voice cracked and became more desperate. "Please, Y/W/N, we have three beautiful kits. Please, stay with me." Y/W/N smiled up at her mate. And then, barely a whisper: "I love you," And then her eyes shut. And didn't open. "Y/W/N?" Hawkheart whispered, struggling to not collapse. "Y/W/N!" He felt the place we're her heart should be. No heartbeat. Her fur was cold, and her muscles limp. "No-" he whispered. "No, no NO!" He cried. He lifted his head up, and let out a loud, trembling, high - pitched, wordless wail.  He looked back down, at his mate's silent form, tears streaming down his face, hiccups trying to shove their way up his throat. Hawkheart curled himself up next to Y/W/N. "I love you," he whispered. "Please, wait for me and StarClan,"
Unknown to him, Y/W/N was listening. "I'm willing to wait for it," She whispered, smiling sadly at his sobbing form. And she made her way to StarClan.

After that, Hawkheart became a medicine cat apprentice. He wanted to help prevent others from feeling the pain he had felt, loosing the one he loved. Two of their kits- Y/Pkit and Sunkit- had died soon after Y/W/N herself. Their other kit, Oakpaw, had died during his apprenticeship to a bout of greencough.

And one day, Hawkheart's spirit left his body, and he padded up to StarClan. "Hawkheart!" Came three voices- and three bodies- one bigger then the other two, barreled at him. Hawkheart laughed with his sons and daughter. And then- "Hawkheart," he remembered that voice. The one that he fell in love with. "Y/W/N," he breathed. The p/c she - cat padded toward him, her eyes shining with love. "I told you I'd wait for you,"

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Woohoo! So, this may or may not be my longest one shot so far. *Is extremely proud of self* Well, it's either this or Refuge.
I hope Y'all enjoyed!
Yeaah, and cats don't cry. Well, they do, just not for emotional reasons.
And if you couldn't guess the musical, it is the awesomeness that is Hamilton! The song is obviously Wait for It. LIFE DOESN'T DISCRIMINATE BETWEEN THE SINNERS AND THE SAINTS AND IT TAKES AND IT TAKES~
I'm not sorry.
(I knew you'd fight until the war was won- okay, I'll stop now,)
Y/P is your prefix. Like Bird is the prefix in Birdleaf, and so on.

Approximate time taken - an hour and a half? Just about

Requested - Nah. I just got the idea.

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