Post by Bearer of the Light on Nov 9, 2007 23:11:00 GMT -5
Title: Taken Away
Chapters: Kind of in three parts.
Author: Light Bearer
Pairing: FirexCinder
Rating: G
Spoilers: Well, if you haven't gotten past Forest of Secrets...
Summary: A one-shot through Cinderpelt's eyes, encompassing various moments of her life.
Warning: None
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own Warriors or any related material.
Author's Notes: I don't know about you, but Cinderpelt is one of my favorite characters. I wanted to give her a little moment of her own, since she is so often pushed to the side.
Taken Away
The pain in my leg is nibbling at the corner of my mind. I don't dare give it more than a moment of thought, though, because if I do Yellowfang might notice. And if she notices... My ears hurt just imagining it. But she hasn't noticed, so I sit up a little straighter and listen hard. Yarrow, poppy seed, burdock root and coltsfoot swirl around in my head. Its hard to keep them straight, even though I know that one day, I'll have to use each of them to help my Clanmates. That's something I want to do.
Then a voice cuts through Yellowfang's tirade of herbs. She jerks up her head, calling, "Fireheart, what do you want now?" Fireheart? I bite my tongue to keep from mewing out loud with happiness. Yes, he was my mentor, but he isn't now. Besides, his kind green eyes are so easy to get lost in, and he always talks to me like a friend, not a dozy kit.
He pokes his head into the medicine den, a plump rabbit in his jaws. The way he purrs, muffled by the rabbit, makes me laugh. "Ah 'roug' 'is 'or 'o," he mumbles. Yellowfang snorts, crosses the den and pulls the rabbit out of his mouth. "Next time, drop it before you try to talk," she meows dryly. Then her face cracks in a whisker-twitching smile. Why can't I make her smile like that? "Thank you, anyway," she rasps, and takes a large bite of the rabbit, before remembering me and beckoning for me to join her.
I drag myself up, exaggerating my limp just a little. Right as I sit down, Fireheart ducks out of the den, calling a goodbye. Oh well. I'll see him later, anyway. But when Yellowfang eyes me cannily, and mews, "You do intend to follow my path as a medicine cat?"
"Of course." I'm startled by the question. Does she realize I wish Fireheart would notice me? Of course she does. Yellowfang knows just about everything. "I'm your apprentice," I falter, looking up at her. "I can't change my mind now... can I?"
"No, you can't." The way she says it, there's probably nothing in the Warrior Code that binds me to her, but she wouldn't let me go.
In quiet moments, alone at the back of the medicine den, I let my green-leaf-heat-lightheadedness drain away. Fireheart is my friend, nothing more. I want to be a medicine cat, to help my friends and heal them. I want to walk with my ancestors in dreams, and feel the cool touch of prophecy on my tongue. But, for a little while at least, I wish that medicine cats could have mates. Fireheart's dancing green eyes fill my heart, until I let myself sleep. In the morning, I will try and sort out my feelings. Am I naive? Am I just a dozy kit? Or...or does Fireheart see in my eyes what I feel for him? Does he feel the same way? StarClan help me. I think I love him.
The pain in my leg is nibbling at the corner of my mind. I don't dare give it more than a moment of thought, though, because if I do Yellowfang might notice. And if she notices... My ears hurt just imagining it. But she hasn't noticed, so I sit up a little straighter and listen hard. Yarrow, poppy seed, burdock root and coltsfoot swirl around in my head. Its hard to keep them straight, even though I know that one day, I'll have to use each of them to help my Clanmates. That's something I want to do.
Then a voice cuts through Yellowfang's tirade of herbs. She jerks up her head, calling, "Fireheart, what do you want now?" Fireheart? I bite my tongue to keep from mewing out loud with happiness. Yes, he was my mentor, but he isn't now. Besides, his kind green eyes are so easy to get lost in, and he always talks to me like a friend, not a dozy kit.
He pokes his head into the medicine den, a plump rabbit in his jaws. The way he purrs, muffled by the rabbit, makes me laugh. "Ah 'roug' 'is 'or 'o," he mumbles. Yellowfang snorts, crosses the den and pulls the rabbit out of his mouth. "Next time, drop it before you try to talk," she meows dryly. Then her face cracks in a whisker-twitching smile. Why can't I make her smile like that? "Thank you, anyway," she rasps, and takes a large bite of the rabbit, before remembering me and beckoning for me to join her.
I drag myself up, exaggerating my limp just a little. Right as I sit down, Fireheart ducks out of the den, calling a goodbye. Oh well. I'll see him later, anyway. But when Yellowfang eyes me cannily, and mews, "You do intend to follow my path as a medicine cat?"
"Of course." I'm startled by the question. Does she realize I wish Fireheart would notice me? Of course she does. Yellowfang knows just about everything. "I'm your apprentice," I falter, looking up at her. "I can't change my mind now... can I?"
"No, you can't." The way she says it, there's probably nothing in the Warrior Code that binds me to her, but she wouldn't let me go.
In quiet moments, alone at the back of the medicine den, I let my green-leaf-heat-lightheadedness drain away. Fireheart is my friend, nothing more. I want to be a medicine cat, to help my friends and heal them. I want to walk with my ancestors in dreams, and feel the cool touch of prophecy on my tongue. But, for a little while at least, I wish that medicine cats could have mates. Fireheart's dancing green eyes fill my heart, until I let myself sleep. In the morning, I will try and sort out my feelings. Am I naive? Am I just a dozy kit? Or...or does Fireheart see in my eyes what I feel for him? Does he feel the same way? StarClan help me. I think I love him.
