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Post by frosty ♥ on Jul 3, 2009 16:56:23 GMT -5
On the Other Side
(One shot fan fiction featuring Heathertail and Breezepelt of WindClan.)
Large lilac shaded eyes stared up at the stars; pain glittered from within their depths, “Lionblaze…” The name was uttered, and yet a thousand meows lay behind it. Happiness. Love. Betrayal. Anger. Joy. It went nearly forever on. Suddenly, Heathertail shifted her paws, her tail flicking anxiously as she stared down from the moors’ hills—narrowing once zeroing in on ThunderClan territory. “Lionblaze, I know you will become a fine warrior, but that goodbye... You broke me,” She whispered, hanging her head and grieving silently. “You could’ve been gentle, my DarkClan deputy.”
DarkClan. The name felt raw on her tongue and she flinched, her eyes glistening with memories. Heatherstar was the great DarkClan leader, as he was the handsome DarkClan deputy. Pretend, of course, but all too real to the two cats. So long ago.
Lost in her memories, the new warrior hardly heard the pawsteps approaching from behind. Heathertail panicked, blinking the tears away, and lifting her head up once more. “Hello, Breezepelt,” she choked out, cursing herself for not checking her voice first. Heathertail glanced back at the black warrior, his amber eyes burning into her own, “W-what are you doing here? I thought you would be celebrating with Nightcloud?”
The two were close enough to share some personal information, though Heathertail never talked about her pain with Breezepelt over Lionblaze—she was all too familiar with their dislike for one another. Breezepelt often complained and brooded to her about his father, Crowfeather. How the tom wouldn’t talk to him for nights, how he ignored him, how Breezepelt never felt he could satisfy him. Heathertail knew somehow that Crowfeather would not be celebrating the warrior-ship as ferociously as his mother.
Breezepelt padded up to her, measuring her expression, before answering, “I needed to escape,” He muttered. “I was afraid that Nightcloud was going to lick all the fur off my ears,” he added, sighing in defeat as he sat down beside her.
Though he hadn’t meant for it to be funny, Heathertail let out a soft mrrow of laughter. “You know how much Nightcloud loves you,” she purred, deciding to sit down again. Breezepelt gave her a smile, something the other WindClan cats would never see. The look on his face told her what was coming, so she answered before he could even ask, “I came out here to…” Heathertail trailed off for a second; searching for something believable to say, “think about the future.” That was a believable lie, right? She hoped.
Breezepelt snorted doubtfully, “Really, now?”
The she-cat blinked nervously, “Yes, really,” she replied.
The black warrior’s amber orbs blazed suddenly, scorching through her fur and flesh and right down to the very center of her heart. Heathertail twitched, eyes widening. “You weren’t thinking about… him were you?” He murmured lowly, eyes still alit.
“…Who?” How could he read her this quickly? Was there something she didn’t understand about Breezepelt? Did he know how much she adored her old connection with Lionblaze? Heathertail’s insides withered and she adverted her eyes, her heart thumping wildly at the way the chat had went. Breezepelt was like her back leg, something she fell back on. She didn’t want to loose him! He was nearly her everything now!
Breezepelt’s fur bristled slightly, “Heathertail, you know exactly who I’m talking about.” She heard an almost inaudible intake of breath and saw his fur lie flat rather swiftly. Was he backtracking? “I…I just want you to get over him, Heathertail. There are others in WindClan to look into, they could treat you loads better than that pile of foxdung ever could.” Though he cursed, Breezepelt’s voice was extremely gentle now, though there was a hard meaning to it… something that befuddled her.
Tears welled at the very corners of Heathertail’s eyes, “Breezepelt…” She whimpered, her mind recoiling at the way she was acting. So kit-ish! To her astonishment, the tom scooted closer to her so that she could lean against him for comfort—though his muzzle was clamped firmly shut. Heathertail peered up at his jaw line and saw how tense it looked, or was that just her teary-eyed sight? She was uncertain.
All her horrible secrets became to tumble from her, “Breezepelt, I loved him! I loved Lionblaze! He was the best thing to happen to me… but then he left me stranded when I needed him most. He wanted to be a greater warrior; he told me he could never see me ever again like we had before. I-I didn’t know what to say, and finally I snapped back…! I ran from him and now he hates me so much! He hates me… I’m sorry I couldn’t say anything to you. I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry…” She cried, pressing her face into his black fur whilst digging her claws into the moorland.
It was all over. He knew everything. And now he would hate her too.
She heard no outburst or anything really, it was as if time stopped and her life long secrets were slipping into deaf ears. Then, she felt Breezepelt’s muscles relax after being so stiff, “Heathertail… you had to endure so much pain…” He whispered faintly, brushing his muzzle against the top of her head. Heathertail eagerly leaned further into him, trying to mend her broken heart. “Lionblaze never knew the full extent of how wonderful you are. How your eyes can be so bright and beautiful, how you move with each graceful step, and how your heart swells when you meet the one you love…” His voice grew lower and quieter as he continued.
Heathertail slowly leaned away from Breezepelt; this side of him was so new, so new she couldn’t believe her ears! And yet, the she-cat found that she was anticipating what he would say next. Her heart beat unevenly; it stung to have it feel this way again. Again?
“Heathertail,” Breezepelt mewed softly, turning to look into her eyes, “I love you.”
Memories of them playing, of the joy and comfort she felt when around him, and the heat of the moment came crashing down around her. How did she not notice? When they were apprentices, she could feel so close to him. They could understand each other without words. Her life seemed to have fallen into his open paws. He really was her everything. And Heathertail was his. The tan she-cat, stunned, felt Lionblaze’s image crack and slip away from her mind’s eyes. Now, all she could think about was Breezepelt and how she felt right now. Once again, she repeated to herself, how did I not notice?
The silence seemed to go on for moons, but both knew only a few moments went by.
Heathertail squared her shoulders and stared deeply into Blazepelt’s wide eyes, “And I love you,” she whispered. With the lightest touch, she pressed her nose to Breezepelt’s. Though wonderful as it was, it would be nothing without Heathertail’s humor, “I’ve been saying this a lot tonight, but I’m sorry for never telling you sooner.”
Breezepelt’s fur fluffed up in excitement and a loud throaty purr came from within him, “You could never know how much I’ve wanted to hear that,” He mewed, licking her ear and accepting her apology. “I will be yours until I join StarClan,” He vowed.
Heathertail’s purr erupted from her chest and she gave his muzzle a lick, “I, too, shall forever be yours…” She murmured, pressing herself against him with total bliss.
And so, they twined their tails together and gazed up at the starry sky, side by side until they both joined StarClan in absolute lovely peace and eternity.
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Words: 1,270.
Author’s Mood: I feel very fan-girl like. :3
Characters Mood:
Heathertail: (mostly) Sad. Betrayed. Amazed. Overwhelmed. Loved.
Breezepelt: Exasperated. Angry. Not surprised. Comforting. Loved. |
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