A Different Type of Forbbiden Love ***WARRIORS FANFIC***

chapter 1 - let the fuckery begin

"Hello, Sparrowfeather,"

Sparrowfeather snorted as she walked into Flamestar'a den, "A stiff hello to you too,"

He rolled his eyes and turned to make sure the thick vines covering the entrance of his den would keep them hidden. A cursory glance of the camp showed it was mainly empty. Perfect.

He turned around to see that Sparrowfeather had made herself at home. She stretched comfortably on the moss bed, making sure to push her butt up when she saw Flamestar looking. He grinned a little before composing himself.

"We've been over this, Sparrowfeather," He mewed, "you're the medicine cat, I'm the leader."

She yawned, "Yet that hasn't stopped us before, has it?" Her eyes narrowed and she smirked, "Come on, put a kit inside of me,"

"Sparrowfeather I don't think we should do this, again,"

"What?" Her ears pressed up against her head, "but-"

Flamestar walked away from her "Why don't you get herbs or something. We might need to fight Swampclan soon, we need a well-equipped medicine cat to tend to our fallen warriors,"

"I think," Sparrowfeather walked towards Flamestar and put her tail against his, "I think I'd be more comfortable here," She looked in his eyes with a sly grin.

Flamestar looked away guiltily.

Sparrowfeather drew herself back in hurt, "Fine then! See if I care!"

She left with a swing to her hips, and she didn't need to look back to see that Flamestar was staring at them longingly.

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Sparrowfeather stomped through the underbrush. This part of the territory was heavily wooded and had a good supply of catmint, which Sparrowfeather was looking to get a good high off of. She felt she deserved it. It'd been a moon since Flamestar had ended things, and it still stung.

'Stupid Flamestar," A mouse scurried out of the way as Sparrowfeath brooded, "He's thea leader, he can change the rules, why can't I smash!"

A bush rustled behind her as she arrived at the catmint, but Sparrowfeather ignored it as she began to roll around it. Suddenly a cat spoke behind her.

"You should be more careful while going out alone,"

Sparrowfeather stilled before turning around to see another cat behind her, "Why hello there," she licked her lips as she looked the tom up and down. He had a sleek black pelt and had deliciously big haunches. From his scent, he was probably a Swampclan warrior. It was refreshingly different from the bright orange Flamestar.

"You should be a little more careful out in the woods," He growled. Sparrowfeather's breath caught.

Flamestar and Sparrowfeather had an unspoken agreement not to sleep with anyone while they were sleeping with each other. But Flamestar had just broken things off with her so....

"There could be someone... dangerous," The Tom continued.

Sparrowfeather stepped closer to him, "What if," she stared into his eyes lustily, "What if I am,"

Flamestar burst out of the underbrush," THAT'S A FUCKING ENOUGH,"

"What the hell Flamestar!" Sparrowfeather yelled indignantly. The tom has taken a large step back and was looking at them confusedly.

"I'm sorry, is there something between you two?" He asked.

"No!" Yelled Flamestar and Sparrowfeather.