A Red Journey

Part 4

As Shard returns with the fresh-kill I look up inhaling the warm and delicious scent. Soon, I realize that my bangs weren't covering my eyes. I have one icy blue with an amethyst purple left eye with a scar on it. My eyes widen and I try to cover it but it is too late, he saw my eye.

"It's not what it looks like" I say, terrified of what he might do. But all he does is nod his head and smile. I look at him in surprise as he looks at me calmly. He might not know about the prophecy about me, but I still step back just in case, my fur raising a bit.

" I know about the prophecy," he murmurs, " It's at cats talk about these days, I won't hurt you but they might, so just keep it covered," I just stare at him and nod. "Also, let's eat this fresh-kill before it gets all cold and soggy." We settle down across from each other and start eating. The prey feels good and warm inside my belly. When we get to the best part we both eat it and in between everything, our noses touch and my ears pin back in a noticeable blush. He smirks but doesn't move. I don't either because I can't ruin this moment.

"You like me or something?" he asks, " You're not moving at all."

"Yeah, well you're not either," I reply obviously flustered.

"True you got me there." After what feels like a moon, we finally break apart after Myrix, Shard's sister walks in.

" So ya'll dating now?" she purrs looking at me.

" Shut up Myrix, she's my new denamate" he replies.

"Yea okay, believe that"

I look up and reply, "Hey Myr" she waves her tail in response.

" Welp imma go hang out with Kozu" Myrix waves her tail goodbye and leaves. As she walks out of our den Shard curls his body around me. I am grateful for this because it's cold.

" Don't mind my sister" he mummers softly into my ear, " She's a idiot but you gotta love her" I nod and curl up under his embrace and fall asleep to the sounds of the wind.

As I dream I see my parents standing there in a field with starry pelts gazing at me. I dash over to them not being able to count how many moons it has been since I have them.

"DoveFlight, BlazePelt,'" I call to my parents as I get closer to them.

Once I reach them I run into their embrace. They wrap their paws around me and purr.

"Still that hug-loving kit aren't you?" DoveFlight murmurs nuzzling me. Then I turn to my father, BlazePelt, the strongest cat I have ever known with a beautiful flame-colored pelt.